tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49257474856262478752023-11-16T05:15:03.096-08:00MojoEStill trying to find a nice skin, theme and descriptionjoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-9918053743306471952010-05-09T06:27:00.000-07:002010-05-09T07:10:40.935-07:00A Post for Mama<div>Hi everyone! I haven't had the time to blog lately. Been absolutely, super busy. However, today is a special occasion. In fact it's a double-special occasion.<div><br /></div><div>For those of you who somehow didn't know (I doubt so), today is Mother's Day. That is a cause or celebration. But today is also, my mum's birthday! *party whistles and confetti*</div><div><br /></div><div>So I just wanted to say. Happy Birthday and Happy Mother's Day to you, mum!! Double yay for you. =D Wish you youth always and that you will grow old gracefully and according to God's grace. =)</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzhsSrljJENWuBD-7g4orr47XJ7-_90W9prPsGBQv_LGgcVzXyH-Cwt0MBjBxl-tKAs4TcooN-SdbUhTiEy9X4pbfRE2KzvWGU9kaxFeJyXKQ_xRDD70zzkVMiXLUjwkmHw-Vg6K6ilA/s1600/Mum.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzhsSrljJENWuBD-7g4orr47XJ7-_90W9prPsGBQv_LGgcVzXyH-Cwt0MBjBxl-tKAs4TcooN-SdbUhTiEy9X4pbfRE2KzvWGU9kaxFeJyXKQ_xRDD70zzkVMiXLUjwkmHw-Vg6K6ilA/s320/Mum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469272222027916178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>After all these years, she still looks the same =)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-34220230550434169432010-04-11T09:12:00.000-07:002010-04-11T09:49:47.329-07:00Malacca Field Trip: PPMSB<div><div><div><div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">A Short update: Sorry for the long hiatus. I have been really busy. Tiresome weeks lately and more to come, I foresee.</span></span></i><div><br /></div><div>Here is one of the reasons I <i>love</i> Civil Engineering in UTP: Awesome field trips!! =)</div><div><br /></div><div>We have been to many field trips throughout our study in UTP. Lemme see... <b>Langkawi</b>, <b>Ayer Tawar</b>, <b>Temenggor and Grik</b>, <b>Kajang</b>, and the most recent... <b>Malacca</b>!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Previously, all the accommodation were horrible. Langkawi - <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">weird dormitory</span></i>, Ayer Tawar - <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">mosquito-infested camp</span></i>, Temenggor and Grik - <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">(Day trip)</span></i>... Well, Kajang was so far the best. We were in a <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">3-star hote</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">l</span>. I thought that nothing could top that. However, what greeted my sight was...</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguR4n049Hy5nhWMY6ubOl2FAG2fLssP_J9VqslE6bl6Ja54vyoVY3CvUgobu479auU15Wl7_BBXnVN3bhUX4LUg4cYpj0IUPmFii_bohsFVIi7CGmX3k4m2JuDZE7McpLLZ7oGyKfx28g/s1600/others_10450_11.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguR4n049Hy5nhWMY6ubOl2FAG2fLssP_J9VqslE6bl6Ja54vyoVY3CvUgobu479auU15Wl7_BBXnVN3bhUX4LUg4cYpj0IUPmFii_bohsFVIi7CGmX3k4m2JuDZE7McpLLZ7oGyKfx28g/s320/others_10450_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458916312324032274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 235px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Looks impressive from the outside</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRJ18ZFcaS5o9ME3UtJSKEgHgj4hvwXr7TyZNByK9bN4wh_dBO4WwdFk1gTl-DozDoQB_1mf_Aw2LmjZFy0gnVhTJ-rlEdiOcwrjbzgbgQTBOkM_MzNeLPwf_8OFZyCa8fz1YCxJbAZI/s1600/Photo412.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRJ18ZFcaS5o9ME3UtJSKEgHgj4hvwXr7TyZNByK9bN4wh_dBO4WwdFk1gTl-DozDoQB_1mf_Aw2LmjZFy0gnVhTJ-rlEdiOcwrjbzgbgQTBOkM_MzNeLPwf_8OFZyCa8fz1YCxJbAZI/s400/Photo412.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458915650499841714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The door doesn't look promising...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZy27-ZbHnOXa1WtxCzpU-N2IURWkvcy9SNewMB1xF_NGlt3rqvnC8s3k5dSvnGBmToM3KTz_IZQ-4qMbsfI0gJchgmIaH9_i99l8rPVimIQ5-JNqbdkIii7SZlsConDM3hyaNLKxm-yo/s1600/Photo411.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZy27-ZbHnOXa1WtxCzpU-N2IURWkvcy9SNewMB1xF_NGlt3rqvnC8s3k5dSvnGBmToM3KTz_IZQ-4qMbsfI0gJchgmIaH9_i99l8rPVimIQ5-JNqbdkIii7SZlsConDM3hyaNLKxm-yo/s320/Photo411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458916515519434482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Looking better...</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></u></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJL15IRTsn8z1RDXDSAE3c0717HG4BPWEoNExntPdcGdMlI_F3BGeI_vI3K9LXbtY3dFMHZkMzXJ7tUs1JB0_x_NHHOpxkzv-Bp8niJFLsrFp-AAotwtQkTmbfqbg_mterKgAQGeBqJKU/s1600/Photo413.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJL15IRTsn8z1RDXDSAE3c0717HG4BPWEoNExntPdcGdMlI_F3BGeI_vI3K9LXbtY3dFMHZkMzXJ7tUs1JB0_x_NHHOpxkzv-Bp8niJFLsrFp-AAotwtQkTmbfqbg_mterKgAQGeBqJKU/s320/Photo413.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458916872341481106" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Private bedroom section!</span></div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqi54LsKHy5h7NPR38hzsa6WEnwWbn6vMNxwafoFtx97yo4oRIUN9R2BwgNp_WLikoalwrCpDy3_wDMQpb1ve0Mc6lo14C3Ztc0z5o-QMLzxPrnvks2yUTHuiCTy_aRmq_IGkn7Z6MJNc/s1600/Photo414.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqi54LsKHy5h7NPR38hzsa6WEnwWbn6vMNxwafoFtx97yo4oRIUN9R2BwgNp_WLikoalwrCpDy3_wDMQpb1ve0Mc6lo14C3Ztc0z5o-QMLzxPrnvks2yUTHuiCTy_aRmq_IGkn7Z6MJNc/s320/Photo414.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458916888395990658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Personal bar counter!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikntOmirup0N1KYLgmCyQYBv85XjgRnZ_ao6rrUO5V3ddGv0zp9twYuSFP4nByuk8Ba5Jlyh1Qa6GPkUK0A6RWml6wrizKOi9k9tGsC-KuP1rq3ZOSLZcIKxcoCeJlT7_ftCStn7Xvvlc/s1600/Photo415.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikntOmirup0N1KYLgmCyQYBv85XjgRnZ_ao6rrUO5V3ddGv0zp9twYuSFP4nByuk8Ba5Jlyh1Qa6GPkUK0A6RWml6wrizKOi9k9tGsC-KuP1rq3ZOSLZcIKxcoCeJlT7_ftCStn7Xvvlc/s320/Photo415.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458916884431122978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Little lounge with free Astro!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div>Everly Resort, Malacca, is a 4-star hotel. With a private beach of its own. =) However, the catch is that the beach is pretty small and boring. Nevertheless, great for a field trip standard.</div><div><br /></div><div>The day before the visit was spent just hanging out and going around Malacca, courtesy of our lab technician, Mr. Khairul Anuar. We went to ride the Taming Sari (name of the "keris" equivalent of the Excalibur). We got a discount just by showing our IC. Oddly, the international students don't get any discounts.</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigILrrot0eTgdKAwSexh5-D3-rmC-zddSsvFHdnxyTuBcJkcI9EDhd6ii1h_VHMG5mXMXttutkj9OJwoXNPPEw1AIXzsL035RwOYHf6FVRwxj-faND9jc24dlVuh8HPzZgraRIxiVOYj0/s1600/Photo419.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigILrrot0eTgdKAwSexh5-D3-rmC-zddSsvFHdnxyTuBcJkcI9EDhd6ii1h_VHMG5mXMXttutkj9OJwoXNPPEw1AIXzsL035RwOYHf6FVRwxj-faND9jc24dlVuh8HPzZgraRIxiVOYj0/s1600/Photo419.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigILrrot0eTgdKAwSexh5-D3-rmC-zddSsvFHdnxyTuBcJkcI9EDhd6ii1h_VHMG5mXMXttutkj9OJwoXNPPEw1AIXzsL035RwOYHf6FVRwxj-faND9jc24dlVuh8HPzZgraRIxiVOYj0/s320/Photo419.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458918612428840226" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On board the Taming Sari</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWbhsYbpSlNP6ONS0xHqxa54bni5BtBLisKtKFvOh4hFR_GtMDwzupxtnBYrA9HOsdMrz6N5j0Pg49aYJ3_JuK50JEjnyTwgsm_c9Eqj3pW0ztZ-V0QGzRUEmSeYIUWSivZuN5SxgHfTk/s1600/Photo417.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWbhsYbpSlNP6ONS0xHqxa54bni5BtBLisKtKFvOh4hFR_GtMDwzupxtnBYrA9HOsdMrz6N5j0Pg49aYJ3_JuK50JEjnyTwgsm_c9Eqj3pW0ztZ-V0QGzRUEmSeYIUWSivZuN5SxgHfTk/s320/Photo417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458918611118590130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's basically a revolving structure, that's why it's build this way...</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKglxDry8LcUHVPIdsckSNPmz7gAHgguAICOMk609hZx9GtuVS9G6rf6vc2C1qCh6RYJ6zzu528krR9ibdki7-JzjidyAVINTrCflTv-wP3GiZBJjvykqCjLep5JfJxLy2pIflwFLgIg/s1600/Photo421.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKglxDry8LcUHVPIdsckSNPmz7gAHgguAICOMk609hZx9GtuVS9G6rf6vc2C1qCh6RYJ6zzu528krR9ibdki7-JzjidyAVINTrCflTv-wP3GiZBJjvykqCjLep5JfJxLy2pIflwFLgIg/s320/Photo421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458918621963536002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The view from the top</span></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqrHtuLppljwk3Vkueh2kvVlBgIM3U2MsPm87EL3ttMhMq-_il7bBisAjUTE1VchwVgWZJnDCscN-z7PxHe24oEO35x95fuViuwlu0wG3svMYZ6fU_6miArgAzp34Bn5_qImgSZWtw6k/s1600/Photo426.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqrHtuLppljwk3Vkueh2kvVlBgIM3U2MsPm87EL3ttMhMq-_il7bBisAjUTE1VchwVgWZJnDCscN-z7PxHe24oEO35x95fuViuwlu0wG3svMYZ6fU_6miArgAzp34Bn5_qImgSZWtw6k/s320/Photo426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458918632510660834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This picture is blur due to the constant rotation, but the city of Malacca looks nice from the top</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>By the way, the Taming Sari ride is located near the Dataran Pahlawan shopping complex. We wanted to go to Jonker Walk to try all the night food. Unfortunately, all we saw was an empty street. T_T</div><div><br /></div><div>But still, the main point of the field trip IS to visit the plant... right? So for formality's sake, I shall post up a picture of Petronas Penapisan Melaka Sdn. Bhd. Which by the way, has the best HSE practice amongst all Petronas companies, which was the reason we went to visit them.</div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFJZvVzgWGFMKogo1l2CsooJatFrs2Xc-CxLm1SmOTm50_XTi3k4RzL04v93RerYgaoYz61wswvRcRxOL3Vre76M2BWwXcSqwTEs7uX25wbedK58MhwEcUB7d7-ZkKaYREOgd1oKc_0U/s1600/Photo437.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFJZvVzgWGFMKogo1l2CsooJatFrs2Xc-CxLm1SmOTm50_XTi3k4RzL04v93RerYgaoYz61wswvRcRxOL3Vre76M2BWwXcSqwTEs7uX25wbedK58MhwEcUB7d7-ZkKaYREOgd1oKc_0U/s320/Photo437.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458920224805558290" /></a><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is the Cogen system structure... (blah x3, technical jargon)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That is all for the Malacca trip, more to come soon! (and hopefully more frequently!)</span></div></div></div></div><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-11426105869004485912010-03-08T10:29:00.000-08:002010-03-08T10:33:56.885-08:00The Other Side of the CoinThis just in. A response from an Egyptian (not the ones involved). It is always important to hear the other side of the story before we come to any conclusion about anything. Anyway, here it is:<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="gmail_quote"></div></div><blockquote><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="gmail_quote"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Assalumu Alikom/hi Dear friends and colleagues,<br /><br />Off course all of you have heard of the incident that happened last<br />week in Taman Maju. So, as Egyptian, I felt assaulted by this Metro<br />newspaper and with the suspicious looks that changed from friendly to<br />unfriendly from some people.<br /><br />So here's the true story, and for you who really know will know I am<br />not bluffing here,<br />Few days ago before the incident, my Senior Mohamed went to a cobbler<br />asking to fix his shoe, the guy took it and promise to fix on time,<br />later on, my friend came back to take his shoe back ALONE! And the guy<br />asked for 30 RM which is too much if you know, normally just 5 RM,<br />anyway... My friend refused to pay this cost and asked to reduce, and<br />because he had a high-pitch voice and muscles body, the cobbler felt<br />afraid and raised his knife in front of his face and threatened to<br />hurt him. So yeah, my friend cursed him and went back ALONE!.<br />He later on told the story to another Egyptian and they went back same<br />day to fix this issue for good, And when they went back they were<br />surprised that the cobbler still angry with his knife and when the 2nd<br />Egyptian tried to calm him down, he attacked him with 3 stabs in his<br />forearm, And later on you'll see.<br /><br />They went back afraid but mad! Those 2 Egyptians are like gym guys and<br />practice regularly and when the re-told what happened to their gym<br />friends! They insisted to go with them and either communicate with the<br />guy or fight with the guy! (They were mix of international and not<br />sure but I think there was 1 local). And when they went there, one<br />thing led to another and a fight started between the cobbler and his<br />friend and those UTPians.<br /><br />The International UTPians may have cause some damages to his shop!<br />Then they went back after the other shop resident started to be<br />attention ed of the noise! And the cobbler went after them but the UTP<br />security stopped them ( fact & you can ask head of security).<br /><br />That's all so far!<br /><br />Concerns:<br />1- Are Egyptians.. Bully people? No we are not! Malaysia has been my<br />2nd home for 3 years now and I never saw something like that before!<br />2- Why did they send people to whack the cobbler and his shop? They<br />went to speak, but the guy took to a whole new level.<br /><br />My Doubts:<br />1- 1st of all, I know that this newspaper Metro is a tabloid which<br />means don't expect they will write the truth! They want to create a<br />big bang.<br />2- The cobbler or the newspaper said 12 Egyptians! Well, Just 2 and<br />other Internationals went in his favor!<br />3- Do you think my senior would just go and kick his ass for nothing!<br />Why! We'r well educated people not bullies or attackers! so wth<br />4- People have been passing the link up to 150 people per email!<br />What's wrong with you people! IF YOU ARE MUSLIM DON'T YOU KNOW THIS<br />VERSUS:<br />(Quraan - Arabic Version)<br /> يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا إِن جَاءَكُمْ فَاسِقٌ بِنَبَإٍ<br />فَتَبَيَّنُوا أَن تُصِيبُوا قَوْمًا بِجَهَالَةٍ فَتُصْبِحُوا عَلَىٰ<br />مَا فَعَلْتُمْ نَادِمِينَ<br />( سورة الحجرات , Al-Hujraat, Chapter #49, Verse #6)<br /><br />(Translation - English Version)<br />O ye who believe! If a wicked person comes to you with any news,<br />ascertain the truth, lest ye harm people unwittingly, and afterwards<br />become full of repentance for what ye have done.<br />(Translation - Bahasa Version)<br />Wahai orang-orang yang beriman! Jika datang kepada kamu seorang fasik<br />membawa sesuatu berita, maka selidikilah (untuk menentukan)<br />kebenarannya, supaya kamu tidak menimpakan sesuatu kaum dengan perkara<br />yang tidak diingini dengan sebab kejahilan kamu (mengenainya) sehingga<br />menjadikan kamu menyesali apa yang kamu telah lakukan.<br /><br />So why don't you research a bit first before you fasten into sending<br />wrong info and creating conflict between locals and Egyptians whom by<br />the way is one of your course mates and you might be hurting their<br />feeling! I am just saying!<br /><br />This newspaper is skank! And all of you know it! So why are you still<br />believing it!<br /><br />I am not saying the 2 TWO Egyptians might not be wrong!, They might be<br />wrong Yes and if they were proven wrong, they should be punished<br />whatever it takes! But it's not our decision, there's local Police<br />invistagating!<br /><br />If I wish to leave you with anything! I would say GOD BLESS US ALL :)<br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /><br /><br />--<br />Best Regards,</span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Egyptian X</span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><blockquote></blockquote><br /></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have censored his name in this case, just in case he wouldn't want this to be published. However, I feel that this gives us a whole new perspective on the situation. </span></span></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-54668762146838993402010-03-05T21:17:00.000-08:002010-03-06T01:50:52.593-08:00Fact or Fiction?<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This extracted from myMetro, the online newspaper, translated by me (sorry for the poor translation), </span></p><p></p><blockquote><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">IPOH: Purely on the notion that they were unhappy with the prices offered by a cobbler, a group of international students from Universiti Teknologi Petronas (UTP) in Seri Iskandar, savagely beat up a cobbler while he was having a meal at a restaurant last night.</span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Roughly about 8.45 p.m., the victim, Zalmi Abdul Ghani, 35, was having a meal at a restaurant beside his shop in Taman Maju, Seri Iskandar, when he was suddenly attacked by around 10-12 Egyptian students who came in two cars.</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />“I was having dinner with one of my friends that night when that group of students without warning, suddenly rushed towards our direction and attacked us with sticks.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />“The only thing my friend and I could do, was to use our hands to protect our heads from being hit.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />“After a few minutes, these students escaped the scene in two cars. Sadly, not even one of the locals helped us before my friend and I went to Hospital Changkat Melintang for treatment,” said Zalmi when he was contacted by Harian Metro yesterday.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />Zalmi, the father of four, said that he managed to identify one of his attackers because two days prior to the alleged incident (last Tuesday), the alleged suspect came to his shop to get three pairs of shoes mended.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">“I know that the (alleged) suspect is a student from UTP he always comes here. last Tuesday, he (the alleged suspect) came to my shop to mend three pairs of shoes that were spoiled at their soles. “He inquired about the price and I told him that the price is roughly RM 15 per pair.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />“Whereas on the other hand I have charged RM3 for another pair of shoes that had only minor damage to the soles, but the (alleged) suspect got angry and told me that the price was exorbitant, and asked me to lower the price to RM 20,” said Zalmi.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />Zalmi said, he asked the alleged suspect to go to another shop nearby to inquire about the prices. “He went away for a while but after about 10 minutes later, he came back to my shop and demanded that I fix his shoes for RM 20,”</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />According to Zalmi, when the alleged suspect came back to his shop the second time, there was another customer who was in the shop. When he (the customer) saw the behavior of the alleged suspect which was demanding and utterly disrespectful towards Zalmi, he (the customer) asked the suspect to leave.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />“At that point, the (alleged) suspect began to hurl abuse at me in English, but I ignored him (the alleged suspect),"</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />“But I lost my cool when the (alleged) suspect shouted ‘f** Malaysia’. “I lost my patience and grabbed the suspect's hand, and together with another friend and warned him not to speak in that manner,” said Zalmi.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />According to him (Zalmi), the suspect got into his car and after making a U-turn, stopped in front of his shop and warned that he would return while performing a vulgar gesture.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br />“The most disappointing thing was that the UTP management instead persuaded me to retract my police report that night simply because they did not want this to be a big issue,” said Zalmi.</span></span></p><div></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kasdi Ali<br />kasdi@hmetro.com.my<br /></span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">2010/03/06</span></span></strong></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">How true is this, I have no idea... But this seems to be the thing going about UTP. Will confirm it as soon as I can.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Edit: </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b>The Egyptians had a talk with the ESU representative for Egypt this afternoon. The reason for the talk has yet to be confirmed.</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div></div><p></p><center></center></span>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-17271153986009100472010-02-28T10:10:00.000-08:002010-02-28T10:16:17.470-08:00My Car...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLmdsJQOaMLFT3kPPk6KuuDy1P0_2ePrZQ-CtUpV8DqBwPt4h4hytf55tXeM0R_lMlO8XMveGAkzEak_Ym_Jv6Z5FVtM9wyv0sscLR-wuvxPZBWRg6IgR5OU5XOdgx6dtJiy7dzdOry4/s1600-h/Car+blue+screen.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLmdsJQOaMLFT3kPPk6KuuDy1P0_2ePrZQ-CtUpV8DqBwPt4h4hytf55tXeM0R_lMlO8XMveGAkzEak_Ym_Jv6Z5FVtM9wyv0sscLR-wuvxPZBWRg6IgR5OU5XOdgx6dtJiy7dzdOry4/s400/Car+blue+screen.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443359806663732498" /></a><br />My car battery, for the umpteenth time has died...<div><br /></div><div>We have been conducting diagnostic tests with no results. Even the mechanic the other day could not determine the cause of this problem. But one thing for sure, this is definitely a car wiring problem. Time to call in a car wireman.</div><div><br /></div><div>Right now I just need the time to actually get the car jump-started again so I can get it for a thorough check-up.</div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-14835080718377101052010-02-19T10:46:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:00:51.038-08:00Boycott!!Come to think of it, if anybody says UTP is a boring place, that simply just isn't true. Why?<div><br /></div><div>This just a few days ago...</div><div><br /></div><div>"Cafe de Jernih (v5 and Pocket C cafe) has taken over Village 5 cafeteria in its entirety."</div><div><br /></div><div>In other words, this means that they have kicked out the 3 "staple foods" of many UTP students, namely the Nasi Lemak Kukus stall, Western Food (which incidentally serves an immensely popular dish called "Alabama Chicken"), and the V5 Water World stall (which sells another favorite - "Air Mangga Madu"). The new vendor has since replaced these stalls with mediocre versions of the previous favorites.</div><div><br /></div><div>This move is definitely questionable. The obvious intention to monopolize the entire cafe to maximize profit is instead covered up with a total lie that the tenants in question failed to pay their rent. Considering the business these 3 stalls were getting, I hardly think that situation would be possible.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I'm not going to that cafe anymore until they change the vendor. This is simply called tyranny and I'm not going to stand for that and let them have their way. We, UTPians need to show them the power of the people!</div><div><br /></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-6596563693583509042010-02-06T02:45:00.000-08:002010-02-06T03:38:31.646-08:00Timeless Classics: Wacky Wheels<div><br /></div><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmpZo97UZgm1I_1XzoGmgplHl-KLe7HzPEUS8DzwEd2Ig0syGButteSu5v8cXNZO18pICL4Yw0n1jiBbJw1RzpB61HrSa5RbZVHaK8lb-HbzqsPYzJ9sDpKhoLj92Xn25B3Pt_Q2H9QI/s1600-h/wackywheelsmenu.gif" style="text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmpZo97UZgm1I_1XzoGmgplHl-KLe7HzPEUS8DzwEd2Ig0syGButteSu5v8cXNZO18pICL4Yw0n1jiBbJw1RzpB61HrSa5RbZVHaK8lb-HbzqsPYzJ9sDpKhoLj92Xn25B3Pt_Q2H9QI/s320/wackywheelsmenu.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435088444350675330" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /></a><br />I wonder how many of us remember the first computer game we played... I guess one of the first games I played was on a 486 kB RAM computer that runs on DOS OS. Used to play them very often: Raptor - Call of the Shadow, Battle Chess 1 and 2, and most memorably a game called <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Wacky Wheels</span></i>.<div><br /></div><div>This arcade-style game, developed by Beavis Soft and produced by Apogee Software (creater of Raptor and Duke Nukem!) in 1994, is basically a Go-Kart racing game similar to that of Super Mario Kart. The game also features a selection of a handful of cute animals (shark, tiger, duck, camel, etc) to select from.</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66uglj195HNEs7WOitXIfBPuWy9XS8dsuWB2c_Shyphenhyphen1VLKsd2kJX3D3NbyKaPBxCQryTNpRoKgjxvGRyBQKUbCot5PETrcWEJJtL5tnqukpTfHXSsHSNXtZWstwlK7qi3pwu2PRUavxaI/s1600-h/wacky+lineup.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66uglj195HNEs7WOitXIfBPuWy9XS8dsuWB2c_Shyphenhyphen1VLKsd2kJX3D3NbyKaPBxCQryTNpRoKgjxvGRyBQKUbCot5PETrcWEJJtL5tnqukpTfHXSsHSNXtZWstwlK7qi3pwu2PRUavxaI/s320/wacky+lineup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435090864414219906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Lineup at the starting line</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Why does this game rock?</div><div><br /></div><div><ol><li>For an old game, it actually features a lot of game modes. Single Player Race(duh!), Multi-Player Race (split screen/online/LAN cable direct), Wacky Shoot-out etc.</li><li>Lets you use collectible hedgehogs and bombs to take out or distract ur opponents.</li><li>Has a game mode that lets you go around shooting as many ducks as possible in a 2-minute timeframe.</li><li>What could be more fun than facing off with your friends in a deathmatch mode (similar to FPS games), using cute animals.</li><li>It's OLD SCHOOL!</li></ol></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxv95mL0Uc-GOtG_wEiMaqXMaz1y6oAv2EA3SvZKG018IGXGwbUJ0DM_E2kYQayxK1TsbaW7VuvDbHFT_i4nZ5B4hfoOEr8_S7BfgsJi6Iqej-9TOiJO6Ils-8mImqoTzFBrsl_v8uv4/s1600-h/wacky1.gif"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxv95mL0Uc-GOtG_wEiMaqXMaz1y6oAv2EA3SvZKG018IGXGwbUJ0DM_E2kYQayxK1TsbaW7VuvDbHFT_i4nZ5B4hfoOEr8_S7BfgsJi6Iqej-9TOiJO6Ils-8mImqoTzFBrsl_v8uv4/s320/wacky1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435089051863295490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Overwhelm your opponents with ammunition...</i></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5oldf1J4snJevK8_TG6onUYQ6Mp2R1vn1l9W0nscE7oE8_IlWCoPNMuhmwQzvyAEri2Cs93HVpTyRFk8KcNz_ghVmZyQMMGj0WlT4BUHXMq_mjJPCcxyjHR6QSheKtxqGJ8h_D6LXbA/s1600-h/wacky2.gif" style="text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5oldf1J4snJevK8_TG6onUYQ6Mp2R1vn1l9W0nscE7oE8_IlWCoPNMuhmwQzvyAEri2Cs93HVpTyRFk8KcNz_ghVmZyQMMGj0WlT4BUHXMq_mjJPCcxyjHR6QSheKtxqGJ8h_D6LXbA/s320/wacky2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435091729660404370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><i>... or just go duck-hunting!</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9qjxh5SvEdBKZRix8gazIjp1DeKzIjWqA79m934Pnp4N7Wo2vrNnE_OZkovR-a6Il3jLWkqfPE71qrWYB3IU73S2dhCHPAJvwIMSx4z3sBozctQR5-OMKXfkfHjoIooX3PZC1y76yW8/s1600-h/wacky+crash"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9qjxh5SvEdBKZRix8gazIjp1DeKzIjWqA79m934Pnp4N7Wo2vrNnE_OZkovR-a6Il3jLWkqfPE71qrWYB3IU73S2dhCHPAJvwIMSx4z3sBozctQR5-OMKXfkfHjoIooX3PZC1y76yW8/s320/wacky+crash" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435092437724138386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>One fatal mistake and you're out! Oh well, at least you have 2 lives more</i></span></div><div><br /><div>Recently I got my hands on it again, so I guess I'm gonna start shooting some ducks and racing some animals.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><i>p/s <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">No ducks were hurt in the production of this game</span>.</i></div></div></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-36861002107546181292010-01-21T00:58:00.000-08:002010-01-21T01:42:29.048-08:00Why I Like It Longer<span style="font-weight: bold;">A Few Days In the Week of A Helpless Romantic</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Day 1:</span><br /><br />It wasn't an easy thing to admit. In fact, the very thought of it embarrassed me so. But with each passing moment, it was getting harder to deny. After gazing upon <span style="font-style: italic;">IT</span> that very day, I knew in my mind... LONGER... was indefinitely my preference.<br /><br />Note to self: I need to get this out of my head before people start to call me a weirdo!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Day 2:</span><br /><br />Just for the very fact that it was <span style="font-style: italic;">longer, </span>I longed to just go back to that same corner... just to take a peek, to catch a glimpse of that long, slender, and *argh!* "What am I thinking?", was all my rational mind could say to forestall this nagging urge in my head that was slowly taking over. Before I knew it, I found that my feet had dragged me subconsciously, until I was right in front of <span style="font-style: italic;">IT</span>!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Day 3:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>I think I must've blacked out or something. I can't seem to recall what happened after my feet dragged me in front of <span style="font-style: italic;">IT</span>... I need to take some time to recall.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(after a few hours)</span><br /><br />I still can't recover the memories of what happened in detail, however I vaguely remember staring at <span style="font-style: italic;">IT</span> for what seemed to be eternity. I knew it was impolite to stare, but tell me, how can one help but to gaze at such a beauty? <span style="font-style: italic;">IT</span> had all the qualities I was looking for... tender and delicate features, yet exuding strength and character from its interior... beauty only befitting that of a supermodel and... most of all, it was actually LONGER than the rest!!<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Day 4:<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>I find myself going to that corner and that place everyday! What is wrong with me? Why am I so obsessed with <span style="font-style: italic;">IT</span>? I am thoroughly ashamed when I think of all the weird looks and stares I get from people who pass my way. No, they don't understand! No one can truly begin to even comprehend its beauty... the beauty that only comes solely because <span style="font-style: italic;">IT</span> is longer! In fact, if I may say this, it's the LONGEST of them all!!! <span style="font-style: italic;">(smug look of triumph)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">*Sales attendant interrupts*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sales attendant:</span> "S-Q me ar, Mister... If you not going to buy the phone, then go away! You chasing all my customer away lah!!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">me:</span> _|''''|O**<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">*Looks at empty pockets*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">me:</span> (to self) LG Chocolate BL40 worth RM 2199!!! How to buy lah?! Need... to... save...<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5eIPe1o5AvXkZ0eDthR15BFSpLcYH98gRou4fMmWvhSjIDWCxT7QiC2BgQ3pm80A2zePFw0qGDBVCtQOlnXUVcCUPQJRK_Dnm0Fxsq2ED2Nm1mB42neabYh1Kqh2Tf75W8yGJKtZWps/s1600-h/lg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5eIPe1o5AvXkZ0eDthR15BFSpLcYH98gRou4fMmWvhSjIDWCxT7QiC2BgQ3pm80A2zePFw0qGDBVCtQOlnXUVcCUPQJRK_Dnm0Fxsq2ED2Nm1mB42neabYh1Kqh2Tf75W8yGJKtZWps/s320/lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429124853754826066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-72955562846736078252010-01-21T00:12:00.001-08:002010-01-21T00:18:26.691-08:00Heading BackI'm typing this LIVE from my former office's public computer. <em>I'm currently on my way back to UTP. </em>Today, I move from the land of high-speed internet into the valley of medieval technology, from free time to busyness.<br /><br />Nevertheless, there is much to be done, much to be accomplished, and a legacy to be left before my official departure from UTP. I hope I can post more frequently on this blog once the semester starts...<br /><br />This is the last entry from civilization...<br /><br /><strong><em>*buzz beep beep*</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>*static*</em></strong>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-32094839557382511092010-01-14T04:53:00.000-08:002010-01-14T08:38:58.468-08:00Absence of ProductivityI've been back in JB for a while now. It's so nice to be finally in a position where I can be absolutely relaxed and "responsibility-free", so to speak. The few days in which I have experienced the absence of productivity has allowed me to think things through and figure out what I need to focus on next semester, as it will be a tough one for me, and the others.<div><br /></div><div>Anyways, I will be trying hard to study more next semester as I have many killer subjects. At the same time, appreciating my final year in UTP. Going to really miss the study life (of course, by saying that I don't mean assignments, tests, and reports!). And after that it's off to the working life...</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways one thing at a time. Right now still trying to solve the mystery of whether the final report hard bound cover needs to have the UTP logo on its front... That being done, then I would need to print out and bind those books immediately. T_T</div><div><br /></div><div>Anybody have any idea how to solve that mystery?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-78277847976779678332010-01-06T03:10:00.000-08:002010-01-06T03:17:04.861-08:00Lesson Learned<div>Something I came across a few weeks ago while hanging out with my cousin. The infamous Jaya Supermarket in Seksyen 14, PJ that collapsed during renovations. Kinda reminds me of one thing. This is what your life would look like if not built on the Solid Rock...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdHxxmdpPpJOdXg9Dbv0_ePbV04IaWYg3kczZ8b4ertALPySrBYDNI7wi6Akh_HV7sAbipBtNfjDVDuhxs6Dwl1KOIOzIDl5kv9sLm22-eFdiEIFvG8pxToRRKRvhhRNmn_ygpo0M-G8/s1600-h/Jaya+supermarket.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdHxxmdpPpJOdXg9Dbv0_ePbV04IaWYg3kczZ8b4ertALPySrBYDNI7wi6Akh_HV7sAbipBtNfjDVDuhxs6Dwl1KOIOzIDl5kv9sLm22-eFdiEIFvG8pxToRRKRvhhRNmn_ygpo0M-G8/s320/Jaya+supermarket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423583349557502498" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Oh, if you actually enlarge the picture, you could see a digger stuck up there in the rubble.</div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-81567610786686145102010-01-03T22:38:00.000-08:002010-01-03T23:05:24.279-08:00Away...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_oOiViDSWzUQY6jf8hECj7QGoLshFpUEucnuIe_eHyj6TdBAJfgIUpRyzT1BpWgpvDTMKkJKjqPfifAUkfnmLCv5KwbqPvmL8QVZyqWp2f4TCkQ6KIg4ABjc7Y7g95c6UB2FNCepSzU/s1600-h/Msn-Buddy-Away-icon.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_oOiViDSWzUQY6jf8hECj7QGoLshFpUEucnuIe_eHyj6TdBAJfgIUpRyzT1BpWgpvDTMKkJKjqPfifAUkfnmLCv5KwbqPvmL8QVZyqWp2f4TCkQ6KIg4ABjc7Y7g95c6UB2FNCepSzU/s320/Msn-Buddy-Away-icon.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422771009863865282" /></a><br /><div>I have been away for quite a while... since I've been on leave from work for about 1 week plus. Just only got back today, and since I don't have internet access elsewhere.</div><div><br /></div><div>Went on a trip up north to Perak (how ironic, since I will be going back there soon again. But the next time will be for a more gloomy purpose) with the family and church staff. It was a trip of BIG eating. I ate like crazy and even didn't realize I ate 5 and a half bowls of rice on one occasion. XD</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, I got to be doing my final report for internship now. Kinda stuck... and I don't really have any direction with regards to anything next semester. Pray for me. </div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-73433370863208350182009-12-14T02:42:00.000-08:002009-12-14T02:47:56.528-08:00The Shark is Coming!!Well, tomorrow is my internship presentation... Dr. Shark is coming to evaluate me. I do wonder how the visit will be like, since he's notoriously famous in class for his "grilling" (he uses that to determine our attendance!). He's a cool lecturer though... Hopefully and prayerfully will be able to get through this well =)joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-52823790611982923742009-11-25T02:58:00.000-08:002009-11-25T04:01:19.821-08:00The End of The World??<div><br /></div><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaRy1IXstJO23IQtaSdHFuoFrAld-t0eGOMLy2zNDTXlZlEc3Cd8zo9_j0Ur4kWcq3wfXn_x_JgrWDeLJ7x0TWJqeYn_54WRMA29bRGi6ps3rV82KgrO71sNXogNi93Ys1iDehN55bspk/s1600/2012_movie_poster.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaRy1IXstJO23IQtaSdHFuoFrAld-t0eGOMLy2zNDTXlZlEc3Cd8zo9_j0Ur4kWcq3wfXn_x_JgrWDeLJ7x0TWJqeYn_54WRMA29bRGi6ps3rV82KgrO71sNXogNi93Ys1iDehN55bspk/s320/2012_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407999828326007410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px; " /></a><br />Finally went to watch the most hyped up blockbuster of the season, 2012. In fact the movie had so much hype surrounding it to the point that tickets all over Malaysia were being snapped up the very moment the counters open. Even in Ipoh itself, tickets for the whole day were all SOLD OUT when the gf and I reached the counters at approximately 5 p.m., but fortunately there were still tickets to watch "A Christmas Carol" (which was pretty nice).<div><br /></div><div>After the movie, it was 11 p.m. and somehow there were some people who gave up their bookings for 2012 last-minute, so we very conveniently managed to catch the midnight show. Even though we were a little tired, this was still the movie with the hype. In fact I had not heard a single bad review about the movie.</div><div><br /></div><div>After coming out, I would say that my verdict: Disappointment of the year.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess maybe I had my hopes a little too high. Or maybe it really was bad. First of all, </div><div><br /></div><div><b>What I would expect from a typical end-of-the-world movie:</b></div><div><br /></div><div>1. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Total Annihilation</span></i></div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1us4KnegFsmT0huykqcgucL7AJh1s6Vn2bPKYfLB55sTtUbjXsOY21X-o0CfOK_Mgdqtfeb5af_TfbvghPOjIGRg_gBkFVEswcs_yybOzhSvG0jR8hCWcQsIEr_nKo3lyHQmxUihmB0/s1600/end+of+the+world.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1us4KnegFsmT0huykqcgucL7AJh1s6Vn2bPKYfLB55sTtUbjXsOY21X-o0CfOK_Mgdqtfeb5af_TfbvghPOjIGRg_gBkFVEswcs_yybOzhSvG0jR8hCWcQsIEr_nKo3lyHQmxUihmB0/s320/end+of+the+world.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408000108199525442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><ul><li>Basically the idea is that everyone dies, leaving no room for survival. Otherwise, the survivors are desolate, living in a world that is neither dead nor alive.</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaRy1IXstJO23IQtaSdHFuoFrAld-t0eGOMLy2zNDTXlZlEc3Cd8zo9_j0Ur4kWcq3wfXn_x_JgrWDeLJ7x0TWJqeYn_54WRMA29bRGi6ps3rV82KgrO71sNXogNi93Ys1iDehN55bspk/s1600/2012_movie_poster.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div>2. Overwhelmingly <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">scary-looking tsunamis</span></i> that can make you pee your pants</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tbyHCkDMUGo0OO5aozW9dgjwZF-YJeWV2KRuP9KwEmmxjIfF-skhYF-kyA_5quL7uxgbXI3dlVO9A_PC_syli6zamjdp-smNV29JcIKbOfNLWXG0bIlwz3p_67P_biWJziFkIV_pQQA/s1600/sec-before-tsunami.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tbyHCkDMUGo0OO5aozW9dgjwZF-YJeWV2KRuP9KwEmmxjIfF-skhYF-kyA_5quL7uxgbXI3dlVO9A_PC_syli6zamjdp-smNV29JcIKbOfNLWXG0bIlwz3p_67P_biWJziFkIV_pQQA/s320/sec-before-tsunami.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408000935453404594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px; " /></a><ul><li>This picture is basically seconds before a tsunami strikes... I guess you get the picture.</li></ul><div><br /></div><div>3. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Extreme tension (and scares!) and unpredictable twists</span></i></div><div><ul><li>Nail-biting from beginning to end, makes you go "Oh crap..." for the whole show. A brilliant twist in the movie always does good. Makes you go like, "Whoa, I never thought of it that way... Ingenious..."</li></ul></div><div>4. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Crazy volcanic eruptions</span></i> that make nuclear bombs look like jokes</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBBDcJ8cKhUMaWJQCba9qe7BaC136nidWxEd1-OrGLeGATwpotdZbXUVuGQNl0Zvup3K55ZgsA9fT5TGuDyNsWOwhkGutAjSbgCTzlwOaG4iZGQuppG-piaCdZ9Xh0cP2WoqEDK2GRjk/s1600/volcanic+eruption.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBBDcJ8cKhUMaWJQCba9qe7BaC136nidWxEd1-OrGLeGATwpotdZbXUVuGQNl0Zvup3K55ZgsA9fT5TGuDyNsWOwhkGutAjSbgCTzlwOaG4iZGQuppG-piaCdZ9Xh0cP2WoqEDK2GRjk/s320/volcanic+eruption.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408002157317212546" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaRy1IXstJO23IQtaSdHFuoFrAld-t0eGOMLy2zNDTXlZlEc3Cd8zo9_j0Ur4kWcq3wfXn_x_JgrWDeLJ7x0TWJqeYn_54WRMA29bRGi6ps3rV82KgrO71sNXogNi93Ys1iDehN55bspk/s1600/2012_movie_poster.jpg"></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">5. Lastly, an <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">emotional underlying theme</span></i> that makes you think of what you would do if it comes</div><div style="text-align: left;">to this</div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>The hallmark of a good, if not brilliant movie lies in its ability to make you ponder about your own life. It helps you to relate it to yourself. Would you be able to keep your marbles together if you are faced with the same situation?</li></ul><div><br /></div><div><b>Why I thought the movie was disappointing:</b></div><div><br /></div><div>1. The people survived by getting onto arks, mirroring Noah's Ark. There ain't nothing wrong with that. However the thought of the Ark actually surviving water intrusion and multiple impact at full force actually <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">isn't logical</span></b>.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Although the trailer looked scary, the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">tsunamis</span></b> in the movie were highly disappointing. the waves and the waters flooded the lands, but honestly, I didn't feel anything when I saw it.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Predictable story</span></b>. There were no surprises throughout the movie. Yes, the tension was there,</div><div><ul><li>But somehow you just knew that a really really long limousine would be able to drive past the falling buildings and make it on time before the building came down. </li><li>And you would be able to predict that the jet planes would be able to take off in the last moment despite having a limited runway. </li><li>Oh yes, and not to forget. The Indian man who provided them with the information that saved them all was betrayed.</li><li>There are 5 minutes left. You are the only person who can save everyone on the ship. But you still have the time to share a long passionate kiss with your wife and argue with your son about whether he should follow you or not. Good job, now you've got 2 more minutes!</li></ul></div><div>4. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Potong stim</span></b>. </div><div><ul><li>Seconds before a tsunami is going to hit you. You are with your whole family, whom you will never see again. The first thought, "I'm gonna call my best friend to remind him that he betrayed me!!" =.=</li><li>You actually have cell phone reception at a time of a tsunami attack. =.='</li><li> Before dying, the man looks to his son... calls his name, looks like he's about to say something touching... they all die. =.=''</li><li>Scientist tries to woo president's daughter. They are in an ark, and you can't get OUT to even the decks. President's daughter asks, "Are you asking me OUT?". =.='''</li><li>The inspirational President's last words before death were "Oh s**t!"</li></ul><div>5. The <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">volcanic eruption</span></b> scene was made to look <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">like a joke</span></b> by the antics of this weird radio DJ character. I was laughing during that scene.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. The show <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">wasn't very thought-provoking or emotional</span></b>. Even when the man who saved their lives (he happens to be the new boyfriend of the heroine after her divorce with the main protagonist) died a tragic death, they only said "No!!!!" and shed a few tears before totally forgetting him by the end of the movie.</div></div></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-23464333065625941062009-11-16T21:32:00.000-08:002009-11-16T22:51:11.943-08:00It's Gonna Be Over!Internship is gonna be over. If my calculations are not wrong, it is already week 26 now and we only have a couple more weeks here on internship. I'm ABSOLUTELY going to miss internship and all the luxuries that come with it.<div><br /></div><div>Here's why being on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">internship</span> is better than being stuck in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">UTP</span>:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Internship offers you tonnes of <b>FREE TIME</b> after work</span>; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">UTP forces you to take tonnes of <b>OVERTIME</b> to complete your work</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Chances are, your office has lightning fast <b>internet connection</b> with mild restrictions</span>; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">UTP has <b>ITMS</b></span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Internship gives you the chance to <b>learn new things at your own pace</b></span>; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">UTP <b>crams</b> your brain with an average of 18-20 credit hours per semester, half of which you do not understand, even after final exam</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">During internship, the only reports you need to be writing are the <b>weekly reports</b>, of which normally you are allowed to pile up</span>; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">in UTP, you get <b>reports and assignments</b> to do, practically every week. And that is just for one subject</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Over at the office, when you make <b>mistakes</b>, you learn from them and gain more experience</span>; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">in UTP, your every mistake in the quizzes, tests and assignments leave a long-lasting mark on your CGPA, which overflows to your CV</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">If you <b>rest</b> while you are on internship, it's your God-given righ</span>t; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">if you rest while in the middle of a semester in UTP, for even one second... you sleep with one eye open</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>7. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">During internship, you adhere to the rules and norms of the society and the company</span>; i<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">n UTP, you have <b>people</b> trying to force their way of life onto your daily life, even if there's nothing wrong with your life</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>8. (this only applies to some) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">During internship, you are in the city or at least in <b>civilization</b>! Your options for lepak and food are limitless</span>; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">in UTP, no food and you need to wish those with cars will invite you along for trips outside to find food</span>. =(</div><div><br /></div><div>9. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">During internship, if you <b>take leave</b> or fall sick you can get a good rest and recuperate</span>; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">in UTP, miss a day of classes and you will be stuck with a backlog of new assignments and missed exam tips</span>!</div><div><br /></div><div>10. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">During internship, you get double your </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">allowance</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"> of when you were in UTP, plus Petronas allowance, without being burdened with tax</span>. =D</div><div><br /></div><div>All-in-all, I'm gonna be missing internship when it's over. So I'm trying to enjoy it while I can. To those having intern next semester, you will have 32 weeks to taste that kinda life, while I'm about to go back to the life full of tests, quizzes, reports and assignments... Hope I can adapt back to the hectic lifestyle though.</div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-28646822917579743982009-11-02T20:47:00.000-08:002009-11-02T21:19:34.622-08:00Some Updates<div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">A lil' update: Just back off a great weekend with the gf. Went for the All-American Rejects concert in Carpark A, Stadium Bukit Jalil. It was awesome. The pushing and shoving was horrible, but heck, at least God protected us. The mini fight was right beside us but we were alright. Btw, did I mention that we had a front-row view? =D</span></span></i><div><br /></div><div>Some of you may know that my car was involved in an accident which has kept my car out of action for like 2 weeks or so. I haven't been able to take a picture of the extent of the damage there and then, but roughly explaining I can say that the whole driver's side was crushed and scratched and part of the headlights were crashed too.</div><div><br /></div><div>After much pushing and telephone call frenzy, I managed to get to the workshop to take a look at the car yesterday. I do hope I receive a call later telling me that my car is ready for pickup.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyB5kWfr-EpX1TiiYvBbILohZETCivLfWEz9aGuialjkh7f0uuoNu3zWIn1Qh_hvY_Vb6Z5TMxRCAGt48uIPWermbHjyuoRUn_pGxFAqiUBcwu9cYYWvv9QvhhYH8jJ6fpzsqfsaLpvOo/s1600-h/Photo296+edit.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyB5kWfr-EpX1TiiYvBbILohZETCivLfWEz9aGuialjkh7f0uuoNu3zWIn1Qh_hvY_Vb6Z5TMxRCAGt48uIPWermbHjyuoRUn_pGxFAqiUBcwu9cYYWvv9QvhhYH8jJ6fpzsqfsaLpvOo/s320/Photo296+edit.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399740792344072786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The circled: headlights, The wavy lines: hancur (last time)</i></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr32LeKlcFIUiwxHgLnh_nYcWAw9xWwKZT0iCRuXDYvjvVbLWK6OY2Z3kzGEUHdYUbnawTNXOm8d0DelZYHLxQggbqaLNTkb0nQ6Y5z8cPqMwY0SaEpcivVThZQx2t46q-EaCno79BS1Q/s1600-h/Photo297+edit.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr32LeKlcFIUiwxHgLnh_nYcWAw9xWwKZT0iCRuXDYvjvVbLWK6OY2Z3kzGEUHdYUbnawTNXOm8d0DelZYHLxQggbqaLNTkb0nQ6Y5z8cPqMwY0SaEpcivVThZQx2t46q-EaCno79BS1Q/s320/Photo297+edit.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399740804107886418" /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Red wavy line: scratches that looked like wolverine's claw marks, red circle: dent, black circle: door jammed</i></span></div></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-66508423457763423302009-10-27T23:12:00.000-07:002009-10-27T23:23:27.070-07:0010 Hazards At A Construction Site: Part 2<div>The first post was about rusty nails and wooden planks. So what would be the best thing that can be coupled together with that to make it more dangerous?</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7OrKdHvJxt8zBfpnqpu2qEBcpmK6xc7mz8F0-kv3TEbmB8EMHKojWiU77XkF5z-gHr7ZjJe1skg0Z7aHngvPRuRmY4TSFGzVXOJ1HusfHBvjLs75VTPvA1460lidCcQbqOWq1bQzMJI/s1600-h/Disguised+Holes+Danger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7OrKdHvJxt8zBfpnqpu2qEBcpmK6xc7mz8F0-kv3TEbmB8EMHKojWiU77XkF5z-gHr7ZjJe1skg0Z7aHngvPRuRmY4TSFGzVXOJ1HusfHBvjLs75VTPvA1460lidCcQbqOWq1bQzMJI/s320/Disguised+Holes+Danger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397531072577039666" /></a><br /><div>Introducing <b>Hazard #2 - Deceptively level grounds</b> that disguise deep holes. </div><div><br /></div><div>Think of it as an evil version of one of those Kinder Surprise (you know, those chocolates with surprise toys in them) chocolates we used to get as kids. When you set foot into one of those holes, I couldn't have said it better than Forest Gump's mama, "You never know whatcha' gonna get!"<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-84933677735320254312009-10-26T23:25:00.000-07:002009-10-26T23:53:31.469-07:00Liverpool 2 - 0 Manchester United<div>This is probably old news, but hey... This is a crucial victory for Liverpool fans out there. More importantly, it just shows how unpredictable football can be (considering how everybody thought that Liverpool could not have had any worse opposition after a 4-match losing streak).<div><br /></div><div>Several highlights here from the match. The most notable being the performance of Yossi Benayoun. Outstanding work rate and skill. Throughout the whole match he did not give up, and we don't even need to mention the sublime pass to Torres that supplied the all-important goal.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmAgQbiaL1s022hAUCa-ga19cUEYUQwFHeKKb8ezNjEylimuGFXo9BJ_0Kl8gIJgPO8w8mjGk514P2M8MBX00uYjomq7Uk4a5A-6t9MaxNCgDlJ3EdeZzCiS2odVh2qrOrrVvPMWzJA1I/s1600-h/FernandoTorresBenayoun.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmAgQbiaL1s022hAUCa-ga19cUEYUQwFHeKKb8ezNjEylimuGFXo9BJ_0Kl8gIJgPO8w8mjGk514P2M8MBX00uYjomq7Uk4a5A-6t9MaxNCgDlJ3EdeZzCiS2odVh2qrOrrVvPMWzJA1I/s320/FernandoTorresBenayoun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397168127239660834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 170px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Scorer and assister</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Equally important was the comeback of Jamie Carragher to top form. He has received a lot of criticism in the previous games, critics even suggesting that he was way past his best. But as Paul Tomkins said in his column on Liverpoolfc.tv, not even with 1000 beach balls on the pitch would United have scored against the defence of Carragher and Agger. =P</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvw7MvrlAsqmaB_VSV0R2mvuspjyXifVLwdkG7H2RT3mq5i6DKBdGFNqD4RAsw7ZA9q8XhAx6b-PziSlOCRBYsA9QahyphenhyphenfyVZnsZw75F2y0i5fPhz_DBOIqT2CK3KXYu5wHYlZ0gF7KWLI/s1600-h/Jamie-Carragher-Liverpool-001.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvw7MvrlAsqmaB_VSV0R2mvuspjyXifVLwdkG7H2RT3mq5i6DKBdGFNqD4RAsw7ZA9q8XhAx6b-PziSlOCRBYsA9QahyphenhyphenfyVZnsZw75F2y0i5fPhz_DBOIqT2CK3KXYu5wHYlZ0gF7KWLI/s320/Jamie-Carragher-Liverpool-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397168131893374210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Still at his best</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div>On the other hand, another saga continues as Nemanja Vidic has completed his hattrick by getting his 3rd red card in as many matches against Liverpool.</div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxCmQkuHbriQ5kHEKD59N1fp_axloLvOww46zDW__HQ4ooOyjpIBz_8na01XLnwJppFkmmhFfoR0u82qEV-56TijpaqZ8fqvdJQr8ttsHLP5LGiR6O4YFu_TgnXqpTp7_k2JQ0U4YhGg/s1600-h/vidic+red.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxCmQkuHbriQ5kHEKD59N1fp_axloLvOww46zDW__HQ4ooOyjpIBz_8na01XLnwJppFkmmhFfoR0u82qEV-56TijpaqZ8fqvdJQr8ttsHLP5LGiR6O4YFu_TgnXqpTp7_k2JQ0U4YhGg/s320/vidic+red.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397168138632222962" /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>This was from the previous match</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>For Lucas critics, this was arguably his best performance in a red shirt. I was impressed with his play. He has improved but yet has much to prove. </div><div><br /></div><div>But to be fair. This is only but ONE game (albeit a very important one!) and the season is far from over. I can only say "we shall see" and we shall not assume we will beat United again at Old Trafford later in the season, as they cannot assume that they will win the season this time round again (Even though both did happen last season).</div></div></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-57388306386786872762009-10-25T18:55:00.000-07:002009-10-25T19:22:12.577-07:0010 Hazards At A Construction Site: Part 1<div>As part of an earlier series I have been planning to blog about since the beginning of the internship, Mojoe presents: 10 things you need to watch out for at a construction site. *fanfare* (Well, at least those 10 things are from my personal perspective!)<div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A little update: I still have no internet connection, so this is from my office. I shall be calling up DiGi soon to fix the problem...</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Hazard #1 - Wooden Planks Lying Around</b></div><div><br /></div><div>If you really look around a construction site, you will notice a lot of discarded wooden planks around you. Whether in heaps or just stray pieces of wood. In fact it is so common to see them around that eventually you get kinda numb towards seeing them and you might feel that there's nothing wrong with a bunch of planks lying around. But think again...</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dm-SxjcutB_W8j70lUS_MGt2d5kubhqQBlQfPE_WSVWNV5_vujJiPG8Vi13bMUchvqBFlK_CReiNa208V_2k5-uQItPw9ZTy18nGUuS8Jmt4kNfXC6BecPNukbRtUGJadANldCzMmVs/s1600-h/Rusty+Nails+Danger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dm-SxjcutB_W8j70lUS_MGt2d5kubhqQBlQfPE_WSVWNV5_vujJiPG8Vi13bMUchvqBFlK_CReiNa208V_2k5-uQItPw9ZTy18nGUuS8Jmt4kNfXC6BecPNukbRtUGJadANldCzMmVs/s400/Rusty+Nails+Danger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725004043794706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I wouldn't fancy stepping on one of those, not even with my boots!</i></span></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-27587204946487435832009-10-24T10:19:00.000-07:002009-10-24T16:34:41.449-07:00I Miss...My parents, the Gf, my car, church, my internet connection, my mobility, doing crazy stuff, pranking people, Kelana Jaya station at 7 p.m., Murni's, Pringles from US, nice food trips with gf, futsal, watching football matches, our old CG, COP Tronoh, Crash n Burn, Civil gang...joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-28128047978660835442009-10-08T01:24:00.000-07:002009-10-08T01:29:50.178-07:00Blessings =DI haven't been having internet access lately. But I can see that God has been continually blessing me. Work is getting more and more interesting. I'm also spending a day in the office. =D So I can use the office network.<br /><br />Today mum called me up and told me that I just won 3 FREE TICKETS TO WATCH ANY MOVIE IN GSC!!! After getting so many free movie invites, I don't know how I got this but thank you God and DiGi!!!<br /><br />But since bro is having loads of exams and tests lately, and dad and mum need some rest, hopefully they will be able to catch a movie together or something with those free tickets. =)<br /><br />Also lately I have gotten something that I have been wanting for a long time. So this is a BIG thank you to God and everyone =Djoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-74373793632508309222009-10-01T03:34:00.001-07:002009-10-01T03:34:35.494-07:00All-American Rejects!!I'm onlining from my office public computer. Unable to upload any pictures here. But yeah, went to collect some awesome tickets yesterday to catch the "All-American Rejects" LIVE in concert!! woots!!!!!<br /><br />Oh and it's gonna be awesome, since my other favorite band (Pop Shuvit) is gonna be featuring alongside the rejects. Oh well, the best wishes goes out to first and foremost, the gf for her internship application. God always has the BEST plan for you and I will be praying for you! =D Secondly, to Aaron Lai and Hui Xuan for their 3 month stint in Italy. May God be with you two as you sample the life in Florence. =) and lastly, to everyone else for the remainder of this semester!!<br /><br />=)joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-52356669256192873132009-09-16T03:30:00.000-07:002009-09-16T03:36:32.475-07:00I Am Unable to Go OnlineThis is really sad. I will not be able to blog for I don't know how long as I suddenly cannot use my phone as modem any longer. Oh well... Anyways I'm typing all this from the computer in my office while having a nice warm cup of free Milo from the vending machine while Michael Buble's "Sway" is playing in the background.<br /><br />I shall try and blog from here every once in a while until I get good connection. Anyways, to gf and all her tormented coursemates who will be having TP test tomorrow, may God bless you and give you good results for it and A GOOD REST afterwards. =D<br /><br />That's all for now. Gotta go home while the rain is not that heavy now.joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-38940096837646034552009-09-08T10:38:00.003-07:002009-09-08T10:44:15.512-07:0009090909I just realised that 09 09 09 09 - 9.00 a.m., 9th September 2009... A unique date/time combination in the calender, would be spent punching in my attendance at work tomorrow. Gee, what a way to celebrate a unique moment.joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4925747485626247875.post-40459277435639524352009-09-07T10:27:00.000-07:002009-09-07T11:47:36.788-07:00Disney-Pixar's UP: Wouldn't It Be Nice<div>For those who have not watched the movie UP by Disney-Pixar, you probably are still missing out on a heart-warming show that can on one hand really send you rolling on the floor in laughter, and immediately leave you in tears the next moment.<div><br /></div><div>Never mind the plot or the synopsis. That is not the point I want to make with this post. Yes, this is one of the better movies around. However, the thing I would like to highlight here is the relationship between ol' Carl and his wife Ellie.</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4W-_J2iRSl03XwEOj3WmiAy1IvQRs8WDWOOfOjor5zYjqPY7IX3CwlVArBEYfEOqMSkD6VOeXI24BxQKC8ergHuXg01hSdSxd0vrwyg0ElHfIh-mW7W8ot6aCRavG07akMa3uMU7NDx4/s1600-h/UP+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4W-_J2iRSl03XwEOj3WmiAy1IvQRs8WDWOOfOjor5zYjqPY7IX3CwlVArBEYfEOqMSkD6VOeXI24BxQKC8ergHuXg01hSdSxd0vrwyg0ElHfIh-mW7W8ot6aCRavG07akMa3uMU7NDx4/s320/UP+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378791637419182530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>The "Ellie Badge"</i></span></div><div><br /><div><div>As with all Disney movies, their marriage is what dreams are made of. Their relationship runs all the way back to an adorable and innocent childhood incident which leaves the young Carl star-struck and it progresses all the way to a blissful marriage that ends with the death of Ellie due to a terminal illness. This causes the shy Carl to become reclusive and full of regrets due to their failure to realize their shared dream of going to Paradise Falls. However through all of it he manages to draw inspiration from her memory to achieve the impossible.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxy-CP9w8ScPzHQzvb3zAGgMhTiy3prQ6WUaEcBeZRJH5fN27Xenh0LGHU9zt7dZtYuqhPPJKDXPoexwidV0ffLAWt2vv8zpPWTMx_p7n0IgcZqvP6OhRlH3d8bwDB-clVnbdckBGzKk/s1600-h/UP+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxy-CP9w8ScPzHQzvb3zAGgMhTiy3prQ6WUaEcBeZRJH5fN27Xenh0LGHU9zt7dZtYuqhPPJKDXPoexwidV0ffLAWt2vv8zpPWTMx_p7n0IgcZqvP6OhRlH3d8bwDB-clVnbdckBGzKk/s320/UP+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378791631339339586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOV_J84r0nUtNUJZlfFMQkU1UPv1wiYL7_topNvKugIVacJ1J1mVirunT-k750NmV7KAxhEoWJbbMS6I0TyoR_YBUxGoPc9hbxudLX4PpHoP3jPmKEj4hc4gJN0tnZNTh9bBgsdzxqgJ4/s1600-h/UP+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOV_J84r0nUtNUJZlfFMQkU1UPv1wiYL7_topNvKugIVacJ1J1mVirunT-k750NmV7KAxhEoWJbbMS6I0TyoR_YBUxGoPc9hbxudLX4PpHoP3jPmKEj4hc4gJN0tnZNTh9bBgsdzxqgJ4/s320/UP+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378791624057683394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Don't they just look so good together?</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Which makes me wonder. We don't see much of this happening nowadays anymore. Marriages like these are so rare that they are like actually finding <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vibranium">vibranium</a>! The little things that they share and they do makes it all feel very sweet. But the thing that really touched me the most was seeing the missing pages of Ellie's Adventure Book being filled up with all the pictures of them together, not in the outdoors; but in the compound of their home. She made Carl promise and "cross his heart" as a kid to bring them to Paradise Falls, but deep in her heart, her adventure was just being with him. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now isn't that nice? =D Makes me really wanna grow old with gf!</div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14373596962999056065noreply@blogger.com3