<?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-8082429</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:32:47.301+08:00</updated><category term='break up'/><category term='Brute force'/><category term='Maggi Chili Sauce'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Heartbreak'/><category term='Victory'/><title type='text'>A Day in The Life</title><subtitle type='html'>It takes neither MONEY to be financially free nor a good formal education. It doesn't have to be risky. Instead, FREEDOM'S PRICE is MEASURED IN DREAMS, DESIRE AND THE ABILITY TO OVERCOME DISAPPOINTMENT that occur to all of us along the way.
ARE YOU WILLING TO PAY THE PRICE ~ R.Kiyosaki

"To live a creative life,we must lose our fear of being wrong ~ Joseph Chiltern Pearce"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-4369116443559821957</id><published>2011-06-17T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:03:23.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section0 style="LAYOUT-GRID:  15.6pt none"&gt; 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&lt;DIV&gt;&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/8082429-4369116443559821957?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4369116443559821957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=4369116443559821957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4369116443559821957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4369116443559821957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2011/06/come-here.html' title='come here'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-8427224604197275677</id><published>2010-02-06T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:29:00.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my, How stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I made an appointment with Proton's service centre few days ago. Called the number, made the appointment at 10am today. So today, i went to the supposedly called 'service centre' that i call. I told the receptionist that i made an appointment at 10am. She asked for my service coupon, my service book and the necessary documents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To cut my story short (2 hours later), car service done. And i'm quite happy to see the bill. Not bad, cheap enough. When i drive out of the service centre, i noticed that some icons were different from the usual one that i had seen before. I drove quite a while, stopped near my uncle's workplace in Jalan 227. Took out my manual. And read it. Managed to figure out the 'problem'. It was a non-issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I looked to the right. Saw a building. Then i came a cross the banner. It was another Proton Service Centre at Jalan 227. Looked at the telephone. It was damn familiar. The number was the one i called the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WENT TO THE WRONG SERVICE CENTRE!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-8427224604197275677?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8427224604197275677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=8427224604197275677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8427224604197275677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8427224604197275677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my-how-stupid.html' title='Oh my, How stupid.'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-2974579038597613992</id><published>2009-10-31T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:52:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Car, New Car!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Got my car this morning. Woohooo... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Best... but unfortunately can't really take it for a 'real' spin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-2974579038597613992?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2974579038597613992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=2974579038597613992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/2974579038597613992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/2974579038597613992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-car-new-car.html' title='New Car, New Car!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-4640650512414345455</id><published>2009-09-23T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:10:13.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn, motherfucer, burn!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One day, i hope the fuckers who always burns their rubbish openly (in front of my place) would burn in hell. Or better still, just let them burn here till they die. Inconsiderate assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-4640650512414345455?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4640650512414345455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=4640650512414345455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4640650512414345455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4640650512414345455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2009/09/burn-motherfucer-burn.html' title='Burn, motherfucer, burn!!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1094159760825944628</id><published>2009-09-23T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:25:20.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macross VF-1J sold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally sold my Macross 25th Anniversary. I think I'm way past this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1094159760825944628?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1094159760825944628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1094159760825944628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1094159760825944628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1094159760825944628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2009/09/macross-vf-1j-sold.html' title='Macross VF-1J sold'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-4415825306634304994</id><published>2009-08-22T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:04:54.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First 'singing' gig</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DTC 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finished performing my first singing gig for DTC 2009 (on Wednesday 19/8/2009). I wasn't supposed so 'sing' alone. It should be a duet. But at the last moment, the main singer didn't managed to sing and has to pull out. I don't know whether it was a good or bad thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The band was singer-less. I, myself was still gutless to sing. So when i took the gig, i was just trying to sing a bit. But in the end, I'm singing the whole song (&lt;em&gt;John Mayer's "Daughters"&lt;/em&gt;)with some back-up support from another colleague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things were not that scary after all. My hands usually will be icy cold just before the moment i went on stage. But some how THIS TIME, I wasn't.  And my voice didn't tremble, or played the wrong chords (well except for &lt;em&gt;"Man In The Mirror"&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I even told some people that it was my first singing gig. I was seated with some sponsors and lecturer from Sunway University College, and some other university. Got plenty of GOOD feedback from them. Yeah ... i'm a happy man that night. Even managed to chat up with a gorgeous lecturer that night ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a night i can't forget. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-4415825306634304994?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4415825306634304994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=4415825306634304994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4415825306634304994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4415825306634304994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-singing-gig.html' title='First &apos;singing&apos; gig'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7520030742913982525</id><published>2009-05-28T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:54:39.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectionist ASSHOLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to 'g-mak'... my rating was poor. Instead of focusing on my work, he chose to bring all the minor details to 'g-lar'. I know those details are important, but they just like to focus on the small details. You rather get the fucking job done or spending all your time on the details instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevermind you freaking g-mak. I'll really will show you that i can be the BETTER person to go to when it comes to dealing with clients. You freaking rep is on a low and everyone in the firm knew it. I'll be the good guy. And you will ended up being the bad guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just you wait, before i take you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7520030742913982525?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7520030742913982525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7520030742913982525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7520030742913982525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7520030742913982525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfectionist-assholes.html' title='Perfectionist ASSHOLES'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-8110491857445874489</id><published>2009-05-28T03:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:48:08.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathethic.. ARghhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was looking forward to watch the Champions League Finals match for weeks. But now, i fucking ended up sitting in the living watching it through the fucking slow Malaysian Internet. It's so irritating watching the game through live streaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Really want to just go to sleep.... ARGHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-8110491857445874489?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8110491857445874489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=8110491857445874489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8110491857445874489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8110491857445874489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2009/05/pathethic-arghhhh.html' title='Pathethic.. ARghhhh'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3128631757785482094</id><published>2009-02-16T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:27:34.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just forgotten to tell that i just got confirmed at my current workplace. Phewww.. after 6 months of craziness from the G-family. Fortunately, i did received some increment... and i mean some. I was told that there were quite a few that didn't even received any. Well, i did do my job....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3128631757785482094?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3128631757785482094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3128631757785482094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3128631757785482094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3128631757785482094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/confirmed.html' title='Confirmed!!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1336315933274573650</id><published>2009-02-16T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:58:16.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We gotta the better BOMB!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's freaking sad these days. Just you thought that God gave you something, then He dropped a bombshell. Leaving you all burnt down. Didn't ask for much, it's just plain plain sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1336315933274573650?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1336315933274573650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1336315933274573650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1336315933274573650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1336315933274573650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-gotta-better-bomb.html' title='We gotta the better BOMB!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7953827561783435847</id><published>2009-01-19T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:07:27.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Another week to Chinese New Year. Already prepared some stuff. Went out to buy some bak kua in Petaling Street. Helping a friend to buy too and not forgetting my aunt. I never knew that i was so bloody expensive. A kilo of those can cost up to RM90 bucks. I bought about RM 320 in total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This week will be super boring. Coz now...already in HOLIDAY MOOD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7953827561783435847?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7953827561783435847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7953827561783435847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7953827561783435847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7953827561783435847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/gearing-up.html' title='Gearing UP'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1417406956935140025</id><published>2009-01-03T10:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:30:59.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VF-1J and a freak accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I finally....finally had this wish of mine fulfilled. It's been so bloody long.... it's been so many years.&lt;br /&gt;So many years of heartache of looking at it at shopping display cabinets and also not mentioning at ebay and the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Macross Vf-1J (piloted by Hikaru Ichijo/Rick Hunter-US version) when I was only 4 or 5 years old. At that time, don't know what the hell is that. All I knew that this fighter plane, with stripes red can transform to a robot fighter and to semi robot and fighter plane mode (the gerwalk mode). I sill remembered that one of my cousin had a VF-1S (piloted by Roy Fokker) which one of the coolest Macross fighter (in terms of design). I like the skull motive on the plane with the combination of yellow and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cut the story short, I bought it from XL-shop the other day. It's quite hard to get a Macross these days. It's either been speculated by so-called collectors, which buy it for retail and sell it way above retail and sometimes enormous price. It's so fucking expensive and it could buy you Squire Telecaster California Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day in Berjaya Times Square, there was this freak accident where a woman plunged to her death from 7 floors down. Till today, i could not figured out how it happened. The victim was 35. I think she was mature enough not to do silly things. The barricade in Times Square was high enough to prevent people from falling over. It was at least 4 to 5 feet high. Unless the lady leaped herself to death, i could not think of a valid reason for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It created a lot of commotion to the shopping mall. Shoppers stopped and watched. Everyone was very curious. Fortunately, not many people can actually see the body as it was already covered in black cloth from the partition. Well, i hope i don't have to watch the horrifying moment and the lady fell to her death....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1417406956935140025?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1417406956935140025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1417406956935140025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1417406956935140025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1417406956935140025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/vf-1j-and-freak-accident.html' title='VF-1J and a freak accident'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6465995081057219990</id><published>2008-12-20T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:28:10.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of an asshole and Melaka trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to Melaka tomorrow. Not really interested in the first place. Not that I don't like the place, it's just hmm.... I'm not in the mod for the trip. Unfortunately, I was 'forced' to go. Why MEEEEEE??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things are pretty bad in the office. I can no longer tolerate godson. He's lazy, he's slow, he's bossy and hell a lot more. I can talk bout him for 10 days and nights. Many people have problems with him. Eventhough some may appear friendly towards him, but right behind his back, they were are saying bad things bout him. He's pushing me to the limit. First, colleague AMZ cannot him, then colleague JCCC cannot tahan him, and this colleague, who appears a bit neutral also the same. When this colleague JS has the opportunity to shoot him, he will definitely not missing the chance to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's only godma still placed a lot of trust for him. I always looked at his computer, and rarely i see him sitting there and concerntrate in doing a job fast. His 50pager booklet needs a month to do, but mine can only use up about 8 days. What the fuck is wrong with you....??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If he ever push me again, i will fucking show him that i'm not so 'quiet'. I swear you will get it from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6465995081057219990?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6465995081057219990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6465995081057219990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6465995081057219990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6465995081057219990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-to-melaka-tomorrow.html' title='Of an asshole and Melaka trip'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-9043743635524604638</id><published>2008-12-14T12:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:59:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is plain ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw something earlier on. It really made me wanted to say something, even though I was really lazy to write something in the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sent an email from Friendster. It was some sort of notification that a friend became a fan of this actress. It really prompted me to say this. WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell are you naming yourself Embryo? I guess in the future, people will name themselves Ciku *Tan, Caterpillar *Lee, Nasi Lemak *Yeoh, Breast *Pitt or even Ass *Boey. (*No offence to the surnames involved). It's just plain crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why just name yourself something nice. I know you are an actress. Wanted your 15 mins of fame. But come on!!!!! Don't be ridiculous. Embryo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should re-name myself Shithead, Dickhead, Stupid Motherfucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-9043743635524604638?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/9043743635524604638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=9043743635524604638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/9043743635524604638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/9043743635524604638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-plain-ridiculous.html' title='This is plain ridiculous'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7586872774817395635</id><published>2008-09-12T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:36:41.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setiawan..Here I come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heading for Setiawan tomorrow for a friend's wedding. Quite suprise though when he said that he's gonna get married.. Hmmmmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Must preprare early for for the journey tomorrow. 7am... 7AM!!!!!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want my sleep.. arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time pass by so fast these days. I'm already on my 3rd week in Deloitte. Things are getting better. Goona find a place to move after i get my paycheck.. woohoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Met up with Alvin and Joy for lunch. They apparently was on the way to pick up some stuff at Levi's office at Uptown. Whack Subway sandwiches....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7586872774817395635?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7586872774817395635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7586872774817395635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7586872774817395635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7586872774817395635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/09/setiawanhere-i-come.html' title='Setiawan..Here I come'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3487352372796818026</id><published>2008-08-21T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:32:05.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh.. Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got IT. Finally.. I got the job in Deloitte.&lt;br /&gt;So it's celebration tonight with the gangs........ karaoke nite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3487352372796818026?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3487352372796818026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3487352372796818026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3487352372796818026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3487352372796818026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohh-yeah.html' title='Ohh.. Yeah'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6260323639705255632</id><published>2008-08-07T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:38:44.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i finally made up my mind and try to search for something else. I mean job. Today i went for KFC's job interview. From the interview, i did good, I guess. From what i had been studying for the past two years really opens up my mind on business realted issues. I might not be very good yet, but i think my mentality starts to change, my view on a business starts to change. Everything now will be tied to business kind of mentality (??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the only cons from the Assistant Restaurant Manager Trainee is the money factor which only pays a degreee holder of rm1500 before confirmation, and rm1700 after that. Hmm... what Kiyosaki said that you shouldn't work for money. And you should work for knowledge. I'm a bit divided actually. My only issue is surviving. Surviving!!!!! I don't wanna be a leeech anymore. It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The second interview was the one in Cineleisure. I applied for the Visual Merchandising Artist. I never did that before. But some how.. i got this feeling that i might be falling to my own safety net again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6260323639705255632?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6260323639705255632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6260323639705255632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6260323639705255632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6260323639705255632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/job-interviews.html' title='Job Interviews'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6954004726782521219</id><published>2008-08-07T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:02:44.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight (The Third Time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm obsessed with the Joker. As u don't know, i had watched the Dark Knight for the third time yesterday. And I'm paying more attention on how Heath Ledger played the role. His expression, his movement etc...how he acted out the part. His voice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn, i think i'm hooked with the character.. and i seriously gave it a thought to become like him. Shit!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6954004726782521219?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6954004726782521219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6954004726782521219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6954004726782521219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6954004726782521219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-knight-third-time.html' title='The Dark Knight (The Third Time)'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6007840032485259479</id><published>2008-08-01T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:52:30.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole jobless episode is really giving me all the negative thinking. It was really depressing and my morale is FUCKING low. Come on... is it that hard to get a job these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately..... it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How come it is always me? Even you been working your ass off and gave it all you got to your work, your company still go fucking broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since i'm jobless, i'm thinking of going to volunteer to help out for the Kechara Soup Kitchen. Just sent an email to enquire bout it. Hopefully i can get some reply asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6007840032485259479?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6007840032485259479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6007840032485259479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6007840032485259479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6007840032485259479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/arghhh.html' title='Arghhh....'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3335270151404950556</id><published>2008-07-16T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:40:45.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope.. I didn't get the JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.... I didn't the Guitar Collection job.  I really do hope to get the job so bad. This is the time that i really wanted a job so... badly. I was pretty dissapointted. But it's ok. Life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The other day i went to an interview for Red Eagle Security. I was hoping to at least get a job first. I want to move out from my aunt's place. It has been too long now. I felt bad. My morale is going down. It's getting pretty depressing some days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Might be meeting up with a guy from facebook. He was a business man. I hope can share some experience/knowledge from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3335270151404950556?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3335270151404950556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3335270151404950556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3335270151404950556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3335270151404950556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/nope-i-didnt-get-teh-job.html' title='Nope.. I didn&apos;t get the JOB'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6831183166332324904</id><published>2008-07-07T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:18:07.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview at Guitar Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i went for an interview at Guitar Collection in Taman Tun just now. I got a quite shock suprise. I thought i will be interview by the more senior management people, and there's other thing than a few chat.. here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT.. to my suprise. The guy who interviewed me asked me to fill in some forms. And then after that.. i saw him took out a classical guitar. I told myself.. "Ohh! Shit....It's like a fucking audition." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was asked to play classical guitar (which i really sucked at).. then passed me a steel string guitar (which i played some 'finger style' and some 'fake' bossa nova) and lastly he handed me the electric guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And i had to play all the guitar. I panicked like shit. By hook or by crook, i whack some tunes that i wrote myself. Most all the tunes i played i wrote it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still a bit shocked. And he asked me whether i know how to read notes and stuff. Well i said i can't. And asked me whether i had teach before. I said no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, I want this job bad enough!!!! It's not about the pay, it's the opportunity to eliminate my weakness in selling and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6831183166332324904?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6831183166332324904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6831183166332324904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6831183166332324904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6831183166332324904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/interview-at-guitar-collection.html' title='Interview at Guitar Collection'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-18883117223677960</id><published>2008-07-05T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:15:20.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's BACK to Haunt ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of being in my current condition right now. I'm not going nowhere and i fucking hate it. But i'm not going to let my past haunt me, i will look to the future. Fuck my past, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT TO DO IN MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-18883117223677960?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/18883117223677960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=18883117223677960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/18883117223677960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/18883117223677960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-back-to-haunt-me.html' title='It&apos;s BACK to Haunt ME'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-8851270171561606862</id><published>2008-06-16T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:23:11.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments from Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm doing some sample artwork for my interview. IT's like an assignment for me. I managed to design both interface that i was required to. Unfortunately, the logo tracing was a bit fucked up. The boss asked me to trace a logo. BUt then he gave me crazy motherfucking logo to trace which is quite impossible. I'm sure it was done using a 3D application or plug-in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So.. i tell them frankly that i can't do it. I don't think that Illustrator can support those 3D rendering. Well, now i really need to pray hard so that i can get the job. Although i tried not to show any 'weaknesses'.. but then i have to this time coz i know i can't LIE. It will jsut make matters worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's PRAY now!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-8851270171561606862?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8851270171561606862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=8851270171561606862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8851270171561606862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8851270171561606862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/06/assignments-from-interview.html' title='Assignments from Interview'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7355201217838192941</id><published>2008-06-15T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:12:34.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro 2008</title><content type='html'>Somehow the current Euro Championship didnt really excites me. It used to be. But after watching the Champions League Final, it was like the CLIMAX of everything football to me. GUess what, i didn't even watch a single fottball match on the tube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7355201217838192941?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7355201217838192941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7355201217838192941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7355201217838192941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7355201217838192941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro-2008.html' title='Euro 2008'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7520330646055428533</id><published>2008-05-17T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:32:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went for an interview earlier this morning. I'm really desperate now. I don't know why but sometimes I think I'm a bit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO OPTIMISTIC&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO IMPATIENT&lt;/span&gt;. Months ago when I was out of work, I'm very very optimistic. That I'm going to go through this by doing my own stuff. But looks like it that I won't be able to make it that soon (well... that's the "TOO OPTIMISTIC" part). Furthermore, I can't afford to wait for Little Trees boss to offer me the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've reading quite a number of books on Business and Entrepreneurship. And as Michael E. Gerber would say it, it will definitely sparked off the Entrepreneur spirit in you. It's normal. Suddenly you felt that you are gonna start off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMETHING OUT OF NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;. You are out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONQUER THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;. You feel that your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BALLS are BIGGER&lt;/span&gt;. You just wanna escape your boss. Unfortunately, even you wanted to start off something or anything, most of the time, it's the Technician who's doing all the job. The Technician is the part of your personality who likes to do the technical work in a business. 'He' just like to work, not plan or manage. So, when you had this aspect of your personality to work on a business... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ARE DOOMED&lt;/span&gt;. In this case... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M DOOMED&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes in life, you can't just jump into something without testing the waters or you already bring in 'enough gadgets' to get you through it. I've learnt my lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, I need to survive before I can start another 'WAR'. Gotta get a job first (yes Chyn, you won this time), then when you enough preparation, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BATTLEFIELD&lt;/span&gt; awaits. I won't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIVE UP that easily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7520330646055428533?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7520330646055428533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7520330646055428533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7520330646055428533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7520330646055428533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-war.html' title='My War'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3316041420422697536</id><published>2008-05-12T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T02:01:49.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Manchester United FC!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Woohoo... We won the 10th English Premier League (EPL) title. It's worth the celebration. First, it proved to Chelsea FC that all that TRASH talk is not working. Mr Ballack and Mr Carvalho, you can now shut the fuck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now for the Champions League Title. Here we go Moscow!!! We are gonna mow down the Blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3316041420422697536?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3316041420422697536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3316041420422697536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3316041420422697536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3316041420422697536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/congratulations-manchester-united-fc.html' title='Congratulations Manchester United FC!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3811964644996732568</id><published>2008-05-11T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T03:26:25.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man Pt 3 + Bitchy Bitch + Flea Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I committed a sin again. I offer to help Chyn to get 2 Iron Man figurines. Of course i helped him to get it. But as i took the figurines from Uncle Steven, I can't help myself to 'buy' the Iron Man myself. The Iron Monger. Now I have 3 Iron Mans + 1 Iron Monger. I told Chyn I only got the Iron Man Mark 1. Arghhhhhh!!!! I hate myself. Sorry bud.... Money is more important at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Flea Market business is HYPER BAD today. There were no crowds at all. It's so quiet. Up till 1130am, I've only managed to sell ONE (yes i said ONE) Little Trees product. I already knew that today is going to be a disaster (in a sense). I tried to keep my optimism high and told myself it's ok. Sometimes, you can get dry spell in doing business. It's not your fault, it's just there's not a lot of people coming. I found it hard to do business like that. Although 'technically' I don't need to give them rental, but it's still hard. And sometimes I don't feel comfortable at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the end of the day, I only managed to sell 4 Little Trees products, 1 U2 by U2 (autobiography) to Auntie Ching for a very low price. "Special Rates" price. And a last minute Iron Man poster was sold for 10bucks. Initially, I wanted to sell for 12bucks. Arghh....  Not really an encouraging day today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never mind, there's still next weekend to go. Gotta be optimistic!!! I can do it!!! WooHoooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;THE TALE OF THE MODEL BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So there is this young lady who lives across my condo unit. I never took a lot at her before, but i had heard stories from my ex-boss and my bro who happened to seen her once. And he told me that the lady was really a cocky one. Sometimes, you can tell someone's character from just the appearance or facial feature. And this young lady was one of them. The COCKY one. I usually don't give a damn about these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then, today, I was fated to meet her in a bad situation. I came back from the flea market in Amcorp Mall, so i parked at my parking lot. So, the Toyota Vios who was driven by this model parked very near to my place. Her car was parked almost parallel to the middle line. So I have to park very near to my right, which is still ok with me. Nothing's blocking my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took all my stuff out, i heard the elevator reaches ground floor. Someone was in rush, walked so fast and was pulling the luggage bag. I saw her at the corner of my eyes, this young lady dressed in black. She was approaching the Vios parked next to mine. She can't get through the small space to her car boot. Then she made the 'tsk' sound (she was showing her dissatisfaction to me). I kept quiet, still doing my own stuff. And then after she finished putting her stuff to the boot, she needs to squeeze between the small space of my car and hers. Yet again, I heard the 'tsk' sound. But.. I still don't give a HOOT. Serves you right la... Who asked you to park your car like a bloody amateur? And if you are 'beautiful' you think everyone must always pleases you, and must let things go your way? Get Real!!! I'm not your typical guy who will be a shoe-licker when i see a 'beautiful girl'. Beautiful girls who acts like an asshole doesn't deserved to be treated like a Queen. Get the hell out of my FACE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*By the way, today there's one young lady who came to my stall and took a look at the U2 book. When our eyes met, i could feel sparks. I was looking straight to her eyes for like 3 seconds straight without blinking. Haha!!!!! Could feel something rushes to my head... Ooooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3811964644996732568?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3811964644996732568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3811964644996732568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3811964644996732568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3811964644996732568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man-pt-3-bitchy-bitch-flea-market.html' title='Iron Man Pt 3 + Bitchy Bitch + Flea Market'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3086463061483659372</id><published>2008-05-10T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:35:39.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man (Pt 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I already told myself that I won't be buying action figures again. But that very day, I was at the right place and at the right time. I was walking around Jusco MidValley, with my aunt and two other cousin. Bought a few greeting cards, one for mom, the other two for Marni and Wai Kuan. We are bored walking on the same floor, so me and the other cousin (which i nicknamed Dongkey and ChiCow) went downstairs to look for her. As i was going down the escalator, i saw Iron Man figurines. Then I saw people opening boxes containing Iron Man figurines. And I was like, HOLY SHIT. New stocks and I was there at the right moment. Actually I wanted to help uncle Steven to buy it. But them it's hard to resist temptation, if you are a fan-boy. I bought 3 for myself. Iron Man Mark I, Mark II and Mark III. Damn I hated myself. I should be so fucking broke, but still I bought it. Arghhhh.. I hate myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow is business day again. Another day in Amcorp Mall. Ohh.. yeah. Money making time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just now I got some pretty good news from the LT's boss. He said that 2 artworks have been 'approved'. Sometimes in design, you gotta give what the client wanted. I know it sounded that you are not professional at all. Because, as a professional, you ought to give the client the best design. But there are a bunch of them that were not like that. Although they wanted you to help them to solve their problems, but they had this pre-made decisions all the time. Even the visual is good, but they already made up their decisions way before you started on the visual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The MORAL:&lt;/span&gt; Just follow what the client wants. It give definitely ease you a lot of troubles and headaches. Don't be a smart-alec who wanted to show off your skills of visual complexity. Most of the time, they don't give a damn about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well gotta rest early today. Tomorrow will be a very long day ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3086463061483659372?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3086463061483659372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3086463061483659372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3086463061483659372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3086463061483659372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man-pt-2.html' title='Iron Man (Pt 2)'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3872555978471953472</id><published>2008-05-09T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:01:09.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went out to watch Iron Man with my bro yesterday. At last.. I've watched it. Everyone already seen. I consider myself 'slow'. The suit/armour was just Bloody incredible. And Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) kick ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If I got money, sure will go for another trip to watch it again. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3872555978471953472?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3872555978471953472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3872555978471953472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3872555978471953472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3872555978471953472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man.html' title='Iron Man'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6097388704825951070</id><published>2008-05-09T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:52:17.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The FIRST encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My first encounter of a mental health patient was long ago. Maybe less than 5 years-old. I didn't know nothing about it. The patient was usually very quiet, didn't talk much. Expressionless... The patient was ok before that. Working as a school teacher. Then suddenly it struck like a lightning bolt. One day, it just happened. After a few years of curing, and hell a lot of money spent. The problem was finally cured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The SECOND memorable encounter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think i was in Standard 3 or Standard 2. We were studying in the class. We heard some commotion outside of the class. But i didn't pay attention to it. I was still listening to the teacher. And then... HE came in to my class. He was running at the front of the class. Most of them, my classmates were running helter skelter. Strange enough, I was still sitting on at my place. I was still pretty calm. Not feeling a thing.. and just waited for the guy to go out after he finished his business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;What I WANTED to SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My friend had an encounter a few weeks ago. And he and the colleague only realise that the person (she) was a patient when they were told by someone who used to work with the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The girl was giving a lot of trouble to the company and my friend of course... And everybody was really scared of her. And they try to minimize contacts with her, if possible. I know, when someone is really to hard to handle, we will try to avoid them as much as possible. Even i'll do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But from what I heard from my friend, everyone was pretty scared of her. And some, I think till the point of feeling disgust with her behaviour. Even I wasn't experiencing it first hand, I could tell that this girl was pretty hard to handle. Always full of exaggerated  behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After my friend told me that the girl was a mental patient, i could really felt sorry for her. I do seriously think that sometimes she can't even know what's wrong and what's right in her behaviour. Now everyone is talking bout the girl (after the truth came out). If i were my friend, i would really like to forget the whole incident. She really gives him a scare. But my friend here was not read to forgive and forgot. I felt pity for the girl. Her journey in life is still very long. And she needs to make a living too. But the condition could become a hindrance for her future employment.  I really could wish the family could really cure her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who blames them (the mental health patient), i think the patient did not choose to end up this way. Even though they might hurt you mentally or psychically, I'm sure it's not intentional.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6097388704825951070?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6097388704825951070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6097388704825951070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6097388704825951070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6097388704825951070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/mental-patient.html' title='Mental Patient'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3520324286329772205</id><published>2008-05-06T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:42:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A stupid mistake of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was supposed to call Auntie Ching or Uncle Steven yesterday to ask them to help to reserve a place for me for the Flea Market in Amcorp Mall. Then it was a fucking stupid mistake. I woke up damn fucking late today. Around 11.37am, so when i called aunt Jessie, and she tried to call them. And unfortunately, i got bad news. All the places are fully booked. And I was like "OMFG!!!" What am I going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And guess what, i got some good news. Uncle Steven is willing to share his space with me. And i was so FUCKING RELIEVED. Phheeewww!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3520324286329772205?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3520324286329772205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3520324286329772205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3520324286329772205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3520324286329772205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid-mistake-of-mine.html' title='A stupid mistake of mine'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1782765591042692426</id><published>2008-05-05T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:45:32.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Plan A to the rescue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get a fucking job and work. Sunday do Flea Market at Amcorp Mall. When Streamyx gets going. Apply for a  Maybank account and start the eBay and mudah.com.my online selling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Plan B: Worried till you die. End of Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank God that there are still people who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1782765591042692426?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1782765591042692426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1782765591042692426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1782765591042692426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1782765591042692426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm....'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1833427679389621957</id><published>2008-05-05T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:01:48.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life (Good and Bad or even worse)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Everything went well for the flea market at Amcorp Mall. Woke up early, bring all the stuff there and set-up everything within half an hour. Was pretty excited about it. It's my first day of business. The first customer, unfortunately was the worst one throughout the day. Still wanted to haggle for a few dirt cheap novels (not mine actually, my aunt just wanted to put her stuff there to sell). And reason for her to haggle... The book was not popular.  At first she wanted to buy 8 books.. which cost about 40bucks. But then, she wanted to buy it all for 2oplus. It's hard for me to  reduce the price since it was not my stuff. She went off... a few minutes later.. She was back, and took two of the books. Still she haggled for the price. Hmpphh.... at last i sold those two for 7bucks. Well, that was my '1st difficult customer'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The second one, was a cool Indian guy. And his choice of products, U2 by U2 Hard Cover. To be frank, the cost for that book was only 18bucks. And i sold it for 70bucks. Pretty good start. Damn happy cause the customer didn't cost me any trouble. But 1 thing bad is.. i forgot to take off the price tag. Argghhh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The day went off pretty ok i guess, manage to get sales about RM170 for Little Trees products alone. I think i need to get it online pretty soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I packed all my stuff pretty early. Coz i wanted to go to the warehouse sales to get more U2 by U2 books. And i got it for about 10bucks each. How fucking cool was that. Now, i need to sell it or at least put it all online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The bad part..... and trust me. It's really make my day go downward spiral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Iced IM me. He told me that boss asked me to pay the 1K to him. At first i thought it was still ok, since i did a few pages of layouts for him. At least i can get some extra cash. And after i finished with that few pages of design about a week ago, WaiKit (the writer for NTUC) said to him that he's engaging another graphic designer to finish the remaining of the stuff. I said ok. IT was fine with me. But they (both WKit and boss never FUCKING ever mentioned to me that all the layouts had been rejected. At least they can tell me to redo or tell it to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Totally unprepared for those BULLSHITS. I can accept that the layouts had been rejected. But PLEASE have the courtesy to tell me. Now i was left with nothing and i wasted my time finishing the that few pages coz they needed it urgently. Even though i sacrificed my time for them... they did not even have the guts to tell me or at least give me a chance to redo. Damn it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now, i burdened with the new streamyx, jobless, the Little Tree projects which is just started, and the payment for the iMac (another 1K to pay). Really feels shitty right now. Gotta save myself now. Or else.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MUST AT LEAST GET A JOB NOW. At this moment, i can't wait. Don't worry.. My day will be here SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1833427679389621957?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1833427679389621957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1833427679389621957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1833427679389621957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1833427679389621957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-in-life-good-and-bad-or-even-worse.html' title='A day in the life (Good and Bad or even worse)'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-5298906918020496650</id><published>2008-05-03T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:26:38.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling my CD's and DVD's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm selling off many of my own CD's and Dvd's tomorrow at the fleamarket. Although i'm really reluctant to sell it, but there's no point of keeping so many at home. If you don't use it, SELL IT. That's my motto now. But i would still be keeping some of the stuff which I like so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow's Flea Market. My first day of business. Really don't know what to expect. Hope things will go smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to buy a few stuff like plastic bags and etc. Really dun want to use plastic bags. It's not really good for the environment. Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-5298906918020496650?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5298906918020496650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=5298906918020496650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5298906918020496650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5298906918020496650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/selling-my-cds-and-dvds.html' title='Selling my CD&apos;s and DVD&apos;s'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-8559541765142013605</id><published>2008-05-02T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:40:45.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.. Something Fishy is Going On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just now, a friend (Friend X) was chatting with me via IM. So this friend asked whether I'm using post paid call plan (with my current telco). So i said I'm not currently using it since my call only limited to certain people. So my monthly budget of 60 still fine with me. So my sixth sense tells me that something is not 'right'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So to cut the story short, Friend X wanted me apply for a post paid call plan under my Telco so that Friend X can 'sub' a line from my main line. Come on la. Get Real. I will only do this to my family members only. Even friends are difficult. I heard of many cases that many people who didn't pay up their bills. I was told that Friend X name was being used up with a different person. That's why Friend X can't apply for a post-paid with my current telco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sorry.. not my problem. I had enough of bullshits happening to me right now. I don't want more problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-8559541765142013605?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8559541765142013605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=8559541765142013605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8559541765142013605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8559541765142013605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmm-something-fishy-is-going-on.html' title='Hmm.. Something Fishy is Going On'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-5000265408862457727</id><published>2008-04-30T04:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T04:56:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester United is in the Champions League Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Paul Scholes spectacular long shot is only what it took for Manchester United FC to reach the final of the Champions League final in Moscow. Today I'm really, really happy how the way the team played. It's much much better from the previous outing in Nou Camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Woohooo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-5000265408862457727?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5000265408862457727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=5000265408862457727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5000265408862457727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5000265408862457727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/manchester-united-is-in-champions.html' title='Manchester United is in the Champions League Finals'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3340264439150559814</id><published>2008-04-28T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:27:10.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's D-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow is my first in setting up the flea market stall. I'm so excited. Although now... I'm doing in it a small scale. But I will try to grow. I will not just stop at just selling those Little Trees in the flea market. My first baby step in entrepreneur ship... Woohooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Damn,  gotta go to Amcorp mall to register for a place in the flea market. And also might need to open an account in Maybank. The thing is I'm almost running out of money now. Although i did some so-called freelance job... but I really don't know when i can get the pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm mother-fucking worried right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3340264439150559814?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3340264439150559814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3340264439150559814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3340264439150559814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3340264439150559814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomorrows-d-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s D-Day'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-750359059830331884</id><published>2008-04-28T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:14:13.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimi win in Spain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watched a delayed telecast of F1 just now. Totally had forgotten that there's a race. Quite happy that Kimi Raikkonen won the race, followed by Felippe Massa and Lewis Hamilton. The moment of glory went to Mr. Fernando Alonso which had an engine failure. Ohhh... it was just too bad for Mr. Alonso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I didn't really watched the whole race, but i had noticed that only about 13 cars finished the race. The rest ... was history. Crashes, engine failure etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm never really a fan of Ferrari, BUT in a twist of fate last year. Mr. Alonso went to McLaren Mercedes. And Kimi Raikkonen switched to Ferrari. I don't why.. but I supported Finnish drivers. I started watching F1 quite late. Late nineties. I've always been the supporter of McLaren Mercedes. Mika Hakkinen was one of my favourite driver at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-750359059830331884?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/750359059830331884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=750359059830331884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/750359059830331884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/750359059830331884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/kimi-win-in-spain.html' title='Kimi win in Spain'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-2255831684020045633</id><published>2008-04-27T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T04:28:16.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fucked up match!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vidic was injured again. Rooney got a knock. A last minute penalty for a hand ball that wasn't intentional. An escaped Ballack from being penalised for manhandling Ronaldo in the box. And a very weird line up for a match this BIG. Come on, Fergie... What the hell was Darren Fletcher doing in the line up. And opted not to field Tevez and Scholes. It was disastrous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And REF and the assistant ref... what the FUCK are you doing? You blind or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This coming Wednesday early morning, we are hosting Barca for the second leg of the Champions League semi-final. Gotta win this one. No more Fletcher, O' Shea or other 'second' tier players. And please don't play 90mins of defensive football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Arghh.. everything was so critical right now. Not only in football. But my life as well!!! I gotta stay focus, sharp and disciplined. And must start the Flea market thingy next Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I MUST DO IT. AND I WILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-2255831684020045633?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2255831684020045633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=2255831684020045633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/2255831684020045633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/2255831684020045633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-fucked-up-match.html' title='What a fucked up match!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6754448799329190693</id><published>2008-04-26T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T03:38:41.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate is in my Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some how, I'm feeling pretty anxious right now. Now, I'm getting the feel of not getting any income. And believe me, this really scared the hell out of me. I've always be the "take-it-as-they-come" person, but now i can see that i had really changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just have to believe myself now. Nobody can help me besides myself. I now hold my own fate!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6754448799329190693?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6754448799329190693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6754448799329190693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6754448799329190693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6754448799329190693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/fate-is-in-my-hand.html' title='Fate is in my Hand'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1228872869725499878</id><published>2008-04-24T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:50:42.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIttle Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went to "Little Trees" today, the outcome was quite good. Very pleased with it. Initially was hoping to only get it to sell at the flea market and on eBay or other online channel. But now it, there were endless possibilities to that. There are more to come. Keep our fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Need to come up with some creative idea so that i can meet people up and convince them to buy the stuff from me without hesitation. I already got this idea. So if can, probably can  improvised it more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Will be going to look at the drums with Fei this  Saturday or Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1228872869725499878?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1228872869725499878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1228872869725499878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1228872869725499878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1228872869725499878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-trees.html' title='LIttle Trees'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1360232161115876861</id><published>2008-04-23T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:07:31.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barca Vs Man Utd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can' wait for tonight's Champions League match. Glory Glory Man United.. But need to stay up late. That's the bad thing. And tomorrow need to go for the appointment at 11am. Damn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1360232161115876861?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1360232161115876861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1360232161115876861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1360232161115876861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1360232161115876861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/barca-vs-man-utd.html' title='Barca Vs Man Utd'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-4264777497222305621</id><published>2008-04-22T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:54:54.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brute force'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggi Chili Sauce'/><title type='text'>AT LAST VICTORY IS MINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From my previous post, i mentioned that i lent some money to this Indian guy. But every time i tried to collect it from him, he gave hell a lot of excuses. The best part was, he used the same excuse all the time "saying that his boss was not around or his boss his will be coming later tonight." And all the time i would &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucking stupidly&lt;/span&gt; accepted his stupid excuses. It's not i'm fucking dumb. I just don't want to make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;hoo-haa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; out of the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the end, I was the one who suffered. It was not the amount of money that troubled me, it was  the fact that just I'm just really a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;softie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; at heart. My character is not strong enough, not persistent enough and even though I looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'strong'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; enough. I can't forgive myself, for letting him go so many times, using the same excuses. I'm not really angry with him, I'm angry with myself for having this soft type of character. One of the reason that motivated me to go down to the store and collect the money was I told myself, "How could I fall to the same excuses so many times, I didn't do something. I went to collect the money so many times, but still I can't complete the job. And I must it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;THE HISTORICAL MOMENT IN MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can swear to God that I had never uses brute force to achieve what i want. I could never hurt anyone. I had never even fought with someone all this 28 years. I will try to control my anger or shall I say, I really a bit of a coward. When people would stand up to themselves when they were harmed or picked-on, I would rather run away from the face-off. But today, I know that I need to stand up for myself. I can't forgive myself for being the coward big guy. (So for kids who think that big people are aggressive, brute and downright ruthless, I'm the living proof that a big guy can be a softie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just now, I went down to collect my money. As I mentioned earlier on, I expected that bloody motherfucker would uses the same excuses. So i went prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went out from the lift. Walk slowly to the shop. From afar I saw two guys were sitting on the bench. One of them is that bloody motherfucker and his friend. I walk up to him. I didn't say anything or even looked at him. I just point at the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Push open the glass door. Went to take a bottle of Maggi chili sauce. (Which i already plan to use it as my prop or defensive/offensive weapon, in case something gone wrong.) Walked towards the counter with the bottle in hand. The friend followed him back to the counter and still talking to him. After they stopped talking, and the other man went out. The fun starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before I started talking, Mr. Motherfucker already had "My boss.....bla... bla... bla " coming out of his mouth. Before he finishes his sentence, I yelled at the mofo. It happened so fast that I don't really recall what i said. He still giving me the bullshit. I was holding the chili sauce bottle, then I slammed the bottle to the counter table. I'm sure there will be a dent on the counter-top, coz i knew i slammed fucking hard. I already knew this tactic will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He fucking dare to ask me why I'm so angry. I told him that i came here more than 5 bloody times to collect the money. Every time he would gave me the same bloody stupid excuses. And I kept fucking him hard. Then he phoned someone. I would suspect that he's calling for back-up since he got a situation staring down at him. And of course, I'm holding the glass bottle in my hand. After the phone call... everything went dead quiet. He opened up the cash register (reluctantly). I only saw RM1 notes. I'm sure he will fucking show that to me again so that i will fall for his bloody trap again. He lifted up the plastic casing that stores coins. Under that casing, he got 50bucks, hidden under it. He counted the money and give it to me. I 'grabbed' the money from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I paid for the bottle of chili sauce and left. I tried to slam the bloody glass door but unfortunately, there was this rack behind. It absorbed all the impact. And i walk back slowly to my place &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEELING GREAT&lt;/span&gt;. There are times in your life that requires you to use brute force to achieve something. I'm sure that I will use it when it's necessary. When one way isn't working, i have to try it a different way. Just like playing video game, if you can beat the Big Boss with a certain strategy, you must change you way so that you can achieve victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although this is not a moral behaviour to copy, but I'm seriously proud of myself today. Hell Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-4264777497222305621?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4264777497222305621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=4264777497222305621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4264777497222305621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4264777497222305621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-last-victory-is-mine.html' title='AT LAST VICTORY IS MINE'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7479097859176406313</id><published>2008-04-22T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:43:00.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faster Peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still waiting for stuffs from NTUC. I don't really know why.. but things are very slow. Even though the dateline will on this Friday. But still there's only one page done. OMFG!!! I'm scared. Come on. Give me more.. Maybe later will play around with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Garageband"&lt;/span&gt; program. I already recorded two demo tracks. Which i pretty like esp the lead of an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"untitled"&lt;/span&gt; song. I nail it on the spot for that. Eventhough there are some mistakes here and there. I satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7479097859176406313?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7479097859176406313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7479097859176406313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7479097859176406313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7479097859176406313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/faster-peeps.html' title='Faster Peeps'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-2925570016852457901</id><published>2008-04-21T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:33:07.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Before i proceed to the bad news, i would like to share with you an incident this morning. I was still asleep when i received this call from my dad. As every dad would ask an unemployed son, "Did you get a job already?". So in a not so typical reply, i said "No, i'm doing freelance at the moment and won't be planning to get a job. Furthermore my boss gave me a freelance job to do and promised that there will be more to come in the future." He said "OK, then you 'chap sang' (loosely translated ~ You are on your own, son. Don't come home begging if you need money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm targeting at least two jobs per month which is quite good. Can't reveal much more of the figure but just let's say that it will be at least more than 50% more than my last salary. Hey it's better than doing full-time and going for a safe job and permanent employment. I'm have nothing against permanent employment, it's just i felt sometimes it's not worthwhile doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worked like a bloody dog. You get paid enough, but you are not satisfied. You sacrifice your time to them. Well for us, the slave (designer) we got to work from let's say 9am in the morning till maybe the NEXT FUCKING MORNING (if your luck is bad enough). To make matter worst, it won't last a day or two. You might be getting a Super Combo doing a few days of SLAVERY. To all the designers, "PLEASE WAKE UP. YOU MIGHT LIKE YOUR JOB SO MUCH. BUT YOU DIDN'T REALISE THAT ALL THIS LATE NIGHTS AND ENDLESS WORKING HOURS WILL TAKE ITS TOLL ON YOU HEALTH LATER IN YOUR LIFE. IF YOU DON'T WANT YOUR KIDNEY GO BUSTING, PLEASE HEED THIS ADVICE ~ 'former' ARTSlave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BAD NEWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.. LT's boss was not really satisfied with my work. So he decided to 'terminate' me from service. Sigh.. There goes my income. Well.. in a way, i really didnt blame him. I used to curse that particular person if something of a similar incident would happen. But, I've learn to let go. And i plan to get some stuff from him to start a small Little Trees Selling business. How cool was that. Hehe. Be positive. Even you got something bad just happened. You might get another way out. Just hang in there, ya.... AND BE POSITIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-2925570016852457901?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2925570016852457901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=2925570016852457901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/2925570016852457901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/2925570016852457901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-news.html' title='Bad NEWS'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-5803144371283569215</id><published>2008-04-20T03:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:30:34.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackburn vs Man Utd (1-1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oppss.. The Red Devils drew with Blackburn. Not really a good result but since they will be playing Chelsea next win, a win would be good enough. Thanks to Tevez's header 2mins from the stoppage time. We are currently considered safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-5803144371283569215?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5803144371283569215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=5803144371283569215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5803144371283569215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5803144371283569215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/blackburn-vs-man-utd-1-1.html' title='Blackburn vs Man Utd (1-1)'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-8659954665501987036</id><published>2008-04-19T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:17:03.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pretty good news from former boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I received a call from a former boss (which I'm still renting a place from him). He told me that for this project of 20 pages, i will be paid minimum of RM1.5K. He said to try to get 2K for me, which.. wow.. He said there are many projects like this in Singapore. Well, i hope i can get some more to do. Coz, if a month i can do 2 projects, it's better to work that way than being employed by some company. And the best of all.. I'm working from HOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I already told myself that i will be want to be a full time graphic designer anymore. Well i really wished it so hard that it came true. And best of all.. i had some projects to support myself. Better than working outside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I already told myself that i don't to have a 'safe' job. I'll be tied to the company for God-knows how long. Working like a slave for them. I'll rather be MY OWN SLAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-8659954665501987036?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8659954665501987036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=8659954665501987036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8659954665501987036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8659954665501987036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-pretty-good-news-from-former-boss.html' title='Some pretty good news from former boss'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-2058995083189524537</id><published>2008-04-18T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:39:19.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Coming Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally, I brought the iMac home. Not sure whether i should be happy or not since it already cost me 2K. Not a big sum for some people, but for it's like an investment really. I already got a small job from Alvin. Doing some page layout for them. Well Hopefully everything will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's this Indian guy who really got on my nerves. I'm usually a very 'soft' and non-assertive person, so if can, i will try to avoid lending people money. In the end, i know it will be hard for me to collect them back. So the story's like this, when i went for a routine grocery shopping, the person who manned the counter asked me to help him. He wanted to cover the cash on the cash register. According to him, he paid his supplier twice, but only get one receipt. He paid extra. He asked for 150bucks. It was quite a huge sum to lend someone who i didn't know his name, so i only given him 50bucks. He promised to pay me back the next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, i went to collect my money the following week, and he told me that his pay is not in yet, and he will pay me the next day. The next day, i didn't went to collect it. So the following Monday (the third week) I went again. To my surprise, he tried to delay the payment again. And that incident happened sometime early March. Now it's already April 18th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT DOES NOT PAY TO BE A GOOD PERSON. SO IN THE END, BECAUSE I TRIED TO BE NICE, I MUST HAVE TO BE A BAD MOTHERFUCKER TO GET BACK MY MONEY. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG IN THIS WORLD?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-2058995083189524537?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2058995083189524537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=2058995083189524537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/2058995083189524537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/2058995083189524537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/mac-coming-home.html' title='Mac Coming Home'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6948321640492106395</id><published>2008-04-18T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:57:43.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Gilbert!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watching some video of Paul Gilbert on YouTube. Since i heard of him, i've been always in awe with his playing. Now.. i think i'm just gonna go home and cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6948321640492106395?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6948321640492106395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6948321640492106395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6948321640492106395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6948321640492106395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/hail-gilbert.html' title='Hail Gilbert!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1763673603621621186</id><published>2008-04-10T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:14:51.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't read your MIND.. so tell it to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, i guess LT's boss got his own ideas in his head already with the design. This is with some people. They got an opinions / ideas / preferences in their head in certain issue and design but then they didn't say anything until everything is done (they will just tell you, do this design, i want funky design, etc). So when you worked your fucking ass off and finished with the design, they come you and said that it wasn't like what they pictured in their mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Come on people.... If you got something in your head, tell me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't read your mind, god-damn-it&lt;/span&gt;. Now i have to redo the whole thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's the fucking same with Rike Cool. No instruction, no nothing and soon after your completed the artwork, they say that you left out this logo, that text, this picture and yadda.. yadda yadda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Arghhhhh!!!!!! When Rike Cool fucked me up twice, i rejected their work. I'm not gonna let people fuck me up side down thrice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1763673603621621186?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1763673603621621186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1763673603621621186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1763673603621621186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1763673603621621186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-read-your-mind-so-tell-it-to-me.html' title='I can&apos;t read your MIND.. so tell it to me.'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-9033492706557509441</id><published>2008-04-10T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:12:10.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Problems Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It seems to me that the stuff that i did for "Little Trees" were all rejected. Now, i think is is really  a bad sign. I don't think there's anything wrong with the design. I'm just worried that the boss is a bit old-school type of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Must settle this problem first. If not, how am i going to survive without any income this month. Damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-9033492706557509441?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/9033492706557509441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=9033492706557509441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/9033492706557509441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/9033492706557509441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-problems-ahead.html' title='More Problems Ahead'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3500032938192948498</id><published>2008-03-27T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:54:25.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business vs Employment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gosh.. I think my head is going to blow up anytime soon!!!! This Business VS Employment situation is giving me the headache every fucking day. This is the time where i must trust myself. I seriously wanted to do my own thing, but still there are somethings that is holding me back. SECURITY!! I'm really fighting with myself right now. And now i know what a best friend meant by saying that. I finally I understood what you meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3500032938192948498?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3500032938192948498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3500032938192948498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3500032938192948498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3500032938192948498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/business-vs-employment.html' title='Business vs Employment'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3910459183154876889</id><published>2008-03-25T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:03:45.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Utd kicked Liverpool's ASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Woohoo... MU kicked Liverpool's ass last week. Never been happier. Now eat this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3910459183154876889?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3910459183154876889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3910459183154876889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3910459183154876889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3910459183154876889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-utd-kicked-liverpools-ass.html' title='Man Utd kicked Liverpool&apos;s ASS'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1999864871967874596</id><published>2008-03-21T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:50:01.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried To Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is the defining moment in my life. The company just fucked up and i will be out of job soon. I had this business idea in mind, but i don't have enough capital to jump start it. I need to survive too regarding what my plans are, but i think i really had enough of design jobs. I seriously want to escape from graphic design. I really had enough of the designer SLAVERY. Crazy irregular working hours. This is the time that i needed to be strong. I need to survive and at the same time continue to do the research for the business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The basic concept is not hard, but starting and planning the whole thing are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Damn, i'm really at a crossroad now. Why can't i just be anybody, and just be contented with their life. I used to be like that. But people change due to certain circumstances. I need to be strong and survive this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1999864871967874596?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1999864871967874596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1999864871967874596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1999864871967874596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1999864871967874596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/worried-to-death.html' title='Worried To Death'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6067335500386769953</id><published>2008-03-10T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:15:36.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Thingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Had a pretty long discussion with my aunt regarding the business that i wanted to start. She highlighted a few big problems to me. First of as usual, capital. Hmmmm.... this is really a big problem to most budding entrepreneur. But some people started with minimum capital. I'm sure i can solve this problem. I wanted start the paper recycling project, but after the discussion, i'm not really sure of it now. I will try to do it. No matter what. I will try to solve it. I can really see the future of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6067335500386769953?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6067335500386769953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6067335500386769953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6067335500386769953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6067335500386769953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/business-thingy.html' title='Business Thingy'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7725423299540720728</id><published>2008-03-10T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:57:12.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post election blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never thought that the opposition would capture both KL and Selangor. Damn it. It does show that the people are really really unhappy with the previous admin. Let's see that they can do? Personally i'm pretty worried since i'm working in PJ now. Not a good thing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7725423299540720728?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7725423299540720728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7725423299540720728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7725423299540720728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7725423299540720728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-election-blues.html' title='Post election blues'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3562718337323739997</id><published>2008-03-05T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:40:04.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK... There it goes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The company is closing and all of us will be retrench. That's fucking bad!!!! All of us will fucking lose our job. In a way, i counted that as a blessing in disguise. I'm hoping to build my own business for the last past year. Been thinking of ideas and reading business/entrepreneurship books like crazy for the past year. It all started with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Kiyosaki's&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rich Dad Poor Dad&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For me, I think it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SIGN&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to badly to start a business, but i can't just leave everything behind. Now in a way, i was 'forced' to do it. Need to meet up with my aunt this weekend. Need her advice on the business thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I planned to do it within this year. So for the extra time hours available, i need to do my research. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I WILL and CAN DO IT&lt;/span&gt;... I need to trust myself in this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I MUST DO IT NO MATTER WHAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3562718337323739997?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3562718337323739997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3562718337323739997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3562718337323739997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3562718337323739997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/fuck-there-it-goes-again.html' title='FUCK... There it goes again'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7537018283697933137</id><published>2008-03-03T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:34:09.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th Feb 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29th Feb 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a very happy day for me. Well, it was my birthday. I waited hell long for a birthday. Just like the Olympics or the Euro. Was pretty 'lonely' at night. No messages or birthday wishes. But all the wishes came pouring in early in the morning. What can i say.. THANKS A LOT FOR THE WISHES. YOU GUY/GALS WERE GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Supposed to have a karaoke session at 11am. It was a working day, but we proceed with the plan. A few days before i asked the boss' permission for it. The best of all, the boss' offered to pay half of the expenses. Really appreciated that... After all the hard work and sleepless nights, i got something rather than nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Karaoke was fun, invited an ex-colleague. As usual, i would sang the few songs. The MUST-SING list. In addition, i sang a Jacky's number. I wanted to sing another number but i didn't know the name of the song. Damn. But fortunately i got the name from my colleague's sis. She was a big fan. Too bad i didn't get to sing that one though. I practiced my ass off that song the other night, to the extend of translating the lyrics via 'pin yin'; the ABC style. Pretty hooked with that song these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At night it was another round of dinner with a few friends (Form 6 mostly) and a few good friends, Chyn and Khah Leong (unfortunately, he can't make it that day, he was stuck in the office after a heavy downpour). We were almost 15 minutes late for the dinner. Need to pick up Chyn from his place plus a few jams here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The steamboat place needs no introduction from the people from the Klang Valley. It was packed for most of the day. And the most crazy thing of all, people tend to go crazy over the chicken wings. They just rush in and grab every piece of chicken wings available. It looked like a pack of hungry lions that almost starved to death pounced on a carcass of an elephant. The UGLY side of Malaysian. But since i also ate the chicken wings, i also part of them lah... i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Got a card from PohYin. She sent the card from Singapore. Wow... I'm touched. Thanks!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The food was OK. Got a lot of variety to choose from. Not like your usual cheapskate steamboat buffet. Everyone was damn full that day. Well.. will be waiting for the next event. Haha. It would nice to go for another round this coming April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post 29th Feb 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As Khah Leong can't make it on Friday, he promised that he will give a treat on Saturday. So on Saturday,  we went to The Ship in Damansara Jaya. I ordered a sizzling steak. But when i got my food, apparently there was no 'sizzle' at all. Hmm.. the steak was just OK I guess. Nothing really special. Next trip, I'm going to belanja him. Thinking of going to Tony Roma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7537018283697933137?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7537018283697933137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7537018283697933137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7537018283697933137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7537018283697933137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/29th-feb-2008.html' title='29th Feb 2008'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-8925463338725458056</id><published>2008-02-28T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:09:31.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me tomorrow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yay.. I'm officially 7 years old tomorrow. Happy Birthday to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-8925463338725458056?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8925463338725458056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=8925463338725458056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8925463338725458056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8925463338725458056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-me-tomorrow.html' title='Happy Birthday to me tomorrow!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-5137874460987743236</id><published>2008-02-24T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:45:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Coming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;After i read this book, I got this idea (wait..i really got this idea for quite some time) to do a business. All this while, i never consider myself a business person or have entrepreneurship qualities. Since i was in  secondary school, i always like art and music (music especially) and always wanted to form a band and play music. Well, i played in a band but i'm too chicken to play for the mass audience. I kept on giving excuses. But i always had this dream to be a musician. Since we disbanded, my interest for playing music fades, i still kept on playing the guitar and wanted to own as many guitars as i could afford. I kept on wanted to be a music guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, reality struck. After my relationship ended in a sour note, i realize that money and security play a very huge role in a relationship. I was looked down upon by certain quarters, because i couldn't support her. I'm not making money. I took it personally and I will show it to her that i can do it... It's my way of getting back to her, esp the mom... It would be good to come back in 5 years, and show it to her, that i can do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going back to the main point, i already had this idea which is very good. Now i just need to put in everything together. And work out my plan. I'm not young anymore, so this is the moment i had been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-5137874460987743236?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5137874460987743236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=5137874460987743236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5137874460987743236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5137874460987743236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/keep-coming.html' title='Keep Coming!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1170219725890438929</id><published>2008-02-14T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:42:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls fade these memories away!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was browsing through some of my old pics in the Mac. And I stumbled upon her pics of her trip to Kuantan. It just heart-breaking to see those pictures again after these few months. I tried hard to forget the whole episode.... But now I saw those pics again on this FATEFUL day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1170219725890438929?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1170219725890438929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1170219725890438929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1170219725890438929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1170219725890438929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/pls-fade-these-memories-away.html' title='Pls fade these memories away!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1376582064078575275</id><published>2008-01-29T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:49:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Graphic ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R58SApdi8VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U64f1tnsJf4/s1600-h/cupid+trace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R58SApdi8VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U64f1tnsJf4/s320/cupid+trace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160863500328956242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Valentine's Day Graphic!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, this year... it's solo V-Day again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give comment please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1376582064078575275?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1376582064078575275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1376582064078575275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1376582064078575275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1376582064078575275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentines-graphic.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Graphic ??'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R58SApdi8VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U64f1tnsJf4/s72-c/cupid+trace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-8224071932953298891</id><published>2008-01-28T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:04:23.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Holy shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This year, i bought hell a lot of clothes. Since 2 weeks ago, i bought 5 (shirts and t-shirts) and a pair (shorts and trouser) each. And I'm planning to get another pair jeans. Quite tempted to get a pair of Rockport. It's too expensive. So i might not be able to get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-8224071932953298891?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8224071932953298891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=8224071932953298891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8224071932953298891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8224071932953298891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree!!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-5744455166476809830</id><published>2008-01-17T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:35:03.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandarin Oranges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R48Sx0U2mrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_FEWJGUjWPk/s1600-h/Orange_TK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R48Sx0U2mrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_FEWJGUjWPk/s320/Orange_TK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156360745431505586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R48SyEU2msI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NOTVf5wsyc4/s1600-h/Orange_Family+Graphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R48SyEU2msI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NOTVf5wsyc4/s320/Orange_Family+Graphic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156360749726472898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mandarin Oranges Improvised... T.K's style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-5744455166476809830?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5744455166476809830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=5744455166476809830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5744455166476809830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5744455166476809830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/mandarin-oranges.html' title='Mandarin Oranges'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R48Sx0U2mrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_FEWJGUjWPk/s72-c/Orange_TK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1385414444782307047</id><published>2008-01-15T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:49:20.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bored to death!!! Help!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1385414444782307047?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1385414444782307047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1385414444782307047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1385414444782307047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1385414444782307047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/bored.html' title='Bored!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7495152449273317614</id><published>2008-01-14T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:40:18.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pheeewww!!! I'm Free ( at least for a few days)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finished all the stuff last week. So this week, might a bit free. For months I've been working on the mags, without any rest. Even no time for a short break. Finally..... man. I want a holiday damn it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today, the one is coming over. Shit.. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to unlock all the characters for King Of Fighters "Maximum Impact". Played my ass off whacking Jivatma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7495152449273317614?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7495152449273317614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7495152449273317614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7495152449273317614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7495152449273317614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/pheeewww-im-free-at-least-for-few-days.html' title='Pheeewww!!! I&apos;m Free ( at least for a few days)'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-136604256933500228</id><published>2008-01-06T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:55:42.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh... I Luv Boring Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chill day. Nothing much to do. Was so bored at home. Came back to the office and surf the net... Tomorrow's a working day... I want to take my LEAVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-136604256933500228?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/136604256933500228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=136604256933500228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/136604256933500228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/136604256933500228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahhh-i-luv-boring-sundays.html' title='Ahhh... I Luv Boring Sundays'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7544014991138439175</id><published>2008-01-05T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:13:52.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool BMW graphic!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R35a1kU2mqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fwSE0C21Xlk/s1600-h/Killing+Machine+Graphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R35a1kU2mqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fwSE0C21Xlk/s320/Killing+Machine+Graphic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151654900089133730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I did this design for the mag i'm working on. It's one of my fave now. Woohoo... Comment pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7544014991138439175?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7544014991138439175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7544014991138439175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7544014991138439175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7544014991138439175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/cool-bmw-graphic.html' title='Cool BMW graphic!!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R35a1kU2mqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fwSE0C21Xlk/s72-c/Killing+Machine+Graphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-5302659181583195630</id><published>2008-01-04T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:57:49.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ahhh... after all these late nights, we are almost done with the motherfucking Annual issue. It should be out quite some time ago, but due to lateness and delays (as usual).. it was postphone till now. Although now we are in the process of doing corrections, i'm glad that it's almost over (but only for a short period of time)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's so damn bored sitting here waiting for the bloody thing to distill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-5302659181583195630?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5302659181583195630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=5302659181583195630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5302659181583195630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5302659181583195630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-332256910280221499</id><published>2008-01-03T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:01:17.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squire Telecaster California Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've always wanted to try new ax, so on that fateful day, the 31st Dec i got my eyes on it. Was walking around Midvalley my sis' boyfriend. We were bored of following the ladies (my mom and sis for their new year shopping trip.) So both of us escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this music shop. Browsed a few ax. Then.... 'that particular one' caught my eyes. It's a Squire Telecaster (can't afford any FENDER TELECASTER right now). It was beige Tele. The one used by Yukio (in BECK: Mongolian Chop Squad anime). I was pretty hooked by that anime. It suddenly gave me the passion to play again. And i really owed it big time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cut all the crap, I bought it. Woohoo.....&lt;br /&gt;New year, New Guitar!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all. One of the reasons i bought it was i'm actually felt sad. It's like a shopping therapy to me. So to keep myself happy... I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-332256910280221499?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/332256910280221499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=332256910280221499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/332256910280221499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/332256910280221499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/squire-telecaster-california-series.html' title='Squire Telecaster California Series'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-5496981758391992062</id><published>2008-01-02T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:47:17.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Mail Trading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;These days i've been trading hate mails with her. Our main topics of 'discussion' were still the same. She was blaming for everything, and when i tried to explain, she will never listen. She would always insisted that her side of the story was correct. I'm tired of all the bullshits... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had enough of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-5496981758391992062?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5496981758391992062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=5496981758391992062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5496981758391992062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5496981758391992062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/hate-mail-trading.html' title='Hate Mail Trading'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-4329635224140120400</id><published>2007-12-28T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:08:53.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was asked to return her stuff which is ok with me. So i need to go back, collect the stuff and pass it to another 'ex-colleague'. So tonite will be a busy night. Since i'm giving all the stuff back, i might as well, give her back the toiletries, the bracelet and the watch. No point of keeping them. It doens't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i received the email today, i asked her whether she's still angry with me? And her reply, she thought it was funny why i asked her this questions. She said that she can't forgive me coz i screwed up her life. Well i wasn't really surprised there. But  just like i said to her so many times, i really don't have any intention to take her credits. I just want to help her finish it. But i guess my execution was wrong. I did admit it... it really make her look bad in a way. I swear it wasn't intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to cut the crap short, i once again, will defend my stand coz i'm not those people that will do these kind of stuff. I don't really give a shit about those credit and stuff. I knew she won't listen what i have to say.. So fuck it ler.... It won't make a difference now. We already can't be together... Let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-4329635224140120400?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4329635224140120400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=4329635224140120400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4329635224140120400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4329635224140120400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-it-be.html' title='Let It Be'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7563926625503612170</id><published>2007-12-24T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:17:10.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today is definitely not a good working day. Everybody in the office are taking leaves, and i'm still fucking here stuck with the motherfucking Buyer's Guide. Bad Day!!!!! Don't feel like working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Btw, i got from surprised gift from Joy. Not bad... not bad. It was guitar-shaped keychain. Cool stuff. And plus some cookies too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gotta go home and prepare the steamboat stuff later. We are having a steamboat dinner later tonite. A few friends will join us. Thank God that a friend didn't come. Having some ill feeling for that person now.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7563926625503612170?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7563926625503612170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7563926625503612170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7563926625503612170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7563926625503612170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6903027813989521323</id><published>2007-12-22T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:28:35.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking session @ McD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I was doing some stuff in the office. Got a call from Chyn... So went out for a drink with Chyn, Sook Kwan, and her sisters (???) Not sure about one girl, whether she's her sister or some relative. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is something that made me feel uncomfortable? That's when people starting to asked me about her... I always felt like telling them but... arghhh... it's hard. Damn it. And just now.. Sook Kwan was asking me about her..... I think one of these days, i will let it out.. And don't wanna keep it a secret anymore... It's so HARD!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6903027813989521323?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6903027813989521323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6903027813989521323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6903027813989521323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6903027813989521323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/12/drinking-session-mcd.html' title='Drinking session @ McD'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-227938719453218286</id><published>2007-12-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:10:31.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in the life 21st Dec</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went out for a super lunch session. I had never eaten so much since i got my test result a few month ago. Not only it was 'superior' in quantity, it was also 'rich' with fats, sugar, salt etc.... So for my dinner.. i think i'll skip this one. I never felt 'so guilty' eating before. Compared to last time, i think i'm better now. At least i tried not to eat like a fucking hungry mad dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So after lunch.. went back to the office. Rushing out the bloody Just U magazine. And got fucked up by the boss and the other designer in Singapore. Opppss.... Anyway getting fucked these days felt a lot better compared to last time, especially during 'Ice Cube' days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Soon after that it was gift exchange time. Early this morning, me and William with the help of HinHwee were preparing some 'surprise gift box' for Joy. It was fun actually, playing pranks. Thank God that Joy was not that angry. Sorry..... This is what we do. William was supposed to give her a shopping voucher, and me, with my wicked mind, planned something for her... We actually took an empty box, stuffed quite a lot of newspaper inside it, and hide the voucher at the bottom (under the flip). So Joy took so damn long to find it. She thought we didn't put the voucher in. We assured her that it was in there. It was happy moment actually (for me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thank God I'm feeling better these days. I would still be thinking of her sometimes. But after the incident, i really felt there's no point for me think of her anymore. Actually I'm really thankful that the chirpy new designer girl was were. At least she can cheer up the atmosphere sometimes, and i got someone to talk to and joke with. And i got this feeling that someone were thinking that 'we' got something happening behind their back... Hhmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh... i don't really give a fuck anymore. I don't really cared what they think of me now. I'm just trying to help her out in the design part and at the same time get to know her better. What's wrong with that??? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-227938719453218286?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/227938719453218286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=227938719453218286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/227938719453218286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/227938719453218286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-in-life-21st-dec.html' title='Today in the life 21st Dec'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3304455552691749466</id><published>2007-12-19T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:07:16.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><title type='text'>It's time to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been more than 2 months. And I found hard not to think of her especially when I'm alone. About a month ago, i received an email from her, a reminder; that 'our' colleague's birthday is near. I did replied (even though i was reluctant at first). But I sounded so cold. I'm still upset with the incident. I'm angry, sad, depressed...... and the worst of all I can't hide it. It really shows it in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's not that easy to forget someone just like that *snap*.. I initially thought I can get over it within a month. It's not like a scene from a movie, till this day, the image of her still stucked in my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And the other, I sent an email to her. Asking about her life nowadays. But I was so fucking dumb that I mentioned I managed to get a raise (as a counter-offer) from my boss when I submitted my resignation letter. I sounded that I'm really proud of my s0-called achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had forgotten that she hated the boss to the guts. So there goes my only chance of catching up with her. Although we can't be lovers but at least we can still be friends. But i blew it away, BIG TIME. I really don't know why she is still bloody angry with me? I know as a person, i lacked ambition... But I'm not a bad person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got to know that one of the main reasons of our break-up is that I wasn't really thinking of the OUR future. She's fast approaching 28, and wanted to get married  and stuff. And she said that she can't see our future together. Which I had to admit, it was true. I wasn't really thinking of US together, i lacked ambition and chose to remain at my present company. It is not that I wanted to feel 'secure' and refuse to leave my comfort zone. I was just thinking that new year will be near soon, and my parents would really need some money. And with the current appraisal, i can at least 'contribute' to the family... If I were to leave, with the pay of 2K, it will be hard, considering i need to pay my rental and stuff... I know most of them won't understand my present situation. All she saw is that i refuses to leave my comfort zone. I can't just quit my job here. I need to support myself here, and my parent are not living in KL. Where the hell I'm supposed to stay if i quit? And not yet got a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But since she didn't reply my email and message the other day.... i knew i had to stop thinking of her. It's all history NOW. No point making myself miserable anymore. It's time to be my own self again minus some of the bad traits of the old me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, that's life..... It's time to pick up myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3304455552691749466?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3304455552691749466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3304455552691749466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3304455552691749466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3304455552691749466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-time-to-forget.html' title='It&apos;s time to forget'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-5720648307975081292</id><published>2007-07-24T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:05:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well... I'm finally pull out from the band after all the doubts. Made up my mind. The final straw came when I was asked to play bass part. Every time i forced myself to learn cover songs and now bass??? Well, i can't stand anymore. I felt like i've being push around. I know i sucked at playing cover songs. It's because since i started to improve in my playing, i really wanted to find my own style and sound. Not sitting there learning to play covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm really thinking what i can do. Really had been feeling down these days. I seem to have lost my interest in music. I really need to do something... but i dunno what!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-5720648307975081292?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5720648307975081292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=5720648307975081292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5720648307975081292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5720648307975081292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/07/sugh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-3248555722182276087</id><published>2007-06-27T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T01:44:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"New Discovery" that fuels the fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Working late today. As usual, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;DATELINES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. I'm tired of hating the people who causes this. But today, it's a blessing in disguise. Since i'm staying back, i surfed Jamtank. And some guy recommended this website (something like myspace) but better (according to the guy). Here, you can get bunch of this bands and artiste, Indie or Signed ones. Some of them not that bad even good. Well at least i know that there are a lot talented people out there......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;WHICH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;......... fuels my fire of playing my guitar and write songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got a new Motto nowadays. I learned it from watching the secret. And my motto of my life starting this year till the end of my fucking life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I WANT AND I WILL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Still waiting for all the print outs of the magazine page. Arghhh... so slow. My eyes really can't stand it. But i will....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And one more thing that fuels my passion (for guitar playing) now came from this event that took place in Figure8 organised by Junk. The event was not bad... A lot of stuff to see and hear. Art, design and music. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;THAT'S NOT MY INSPIRATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. My 'inspiration' came when i was standing behind this guitarist who played in this local band. I seem lost at that time. And unfortunately, i was standing behind him when he's taking photos with some girls. And when his photographer friend told him that someone (that's me) was standing behind him, i heard him utter something about me. So this guy think that he play for local band, and there were some chicks that were going nuts for him and he can behave like a fucking Rockstar. Ok... we'll see about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I paid for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Kiyosaki Audiobook&lt;/span&gt; that i bought from "Lelong". I won the bid for 40bucks. Can't wait for the parcel to arrive. Interesting.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-3248555722182276087?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3248555722182276087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=3248555722182276087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3248555722182276087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/3248555722182276087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-discovery-that-fuels-fire.html' title='&quot;New Discovery&quot; that fuels the fire'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-529136104399433117</id><published>2007-06-20T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:24:35.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My and a friend, also with the name David, are currently up to something new. It's about this thing called "The Secret". Check it out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.thesgrcomic.com/"&gt;The SGR comic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BTW, you guys (or anyone who's reading this) should check out the DVD or the book too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And there's a free lesson (in MP3 format) where you can download for free. If you're into "The Secret", you should download it. If you're not you can still download it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-529136104399433117?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/529136104399433117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=529136104399433117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/529136104399433117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/529136104399433117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/06/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-7134180274035393261</id><published>2007-06-19T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:20:11.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling out!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I did something pretty amazing yesterday morning. I've been thinking of it since Sunday night. Even before i fell asleep, it was still in my head. I've been planning pull out of the band. I'm not really a cover song guy. That's why i wanted to play original stuff. Maybe it's not that good, but at least i got something to express my self. Nothing wrong with playing cover songs, but as you mature as a musician and a guitarist, you want self expression, not just learning cover songs. You wont have new bands or new songs by just learning covers, those bands that we are listening right now also doing their own original composition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I message fei yesterday morning with the intention of pulling out. Telling him i don't really enjoy playing covers songs and it's a burden for me to learn covers. It's not that i think that i'm good, but it's just as a person that wanted to play music and a person with some background in arts and  designs, you need something to express YOURSELF, not just copy from other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But the bad/good thing is... fei 'managed' to convince me to stay.  I'm just a fucking softie. People just need a bit of effort to convince me into something. damn it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-7134180274035393261?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7134180274035393261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=7134180274035393261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7134180274035393261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/7134180274035393261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/06/pulling-out.html' title='Pulling out!!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6841317343298010754</id><published>2007-05-16T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:36:42.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla Bla Bla....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok... I got a so-called "increment" today. And I only need to pay 100bucks for the rent next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a few month, i might get to stay free (if i'm not mistaken). Hmmm.. I wonder if this is a good news. But i don't feel that happy though, maybe i'm a bit bored now. A little bit bored with the job. Really need to find a new direction in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. being a graphic designer is not really a right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"direction"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now really wanted to concentrate more on the music side. At least wanted to do something out of music. No point of practicing like hell in the bedroom, but don't dare to perform out there. But the "new band" is still in its infancy. And we are merely playing cover songs for now. Although i was reluctant to play covers, but beggars can't be choosers. Now it's time to gel-in with them. After that, maybe it's time show my true colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something quite crazy yesterday. I watched nine episodes of Heroes back to back till my eyes can't tahan. Today need to finish 2 more last episodes. Ohhh yeah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6841317343298010754?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6841317343298010754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6841317343298010754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6841317343298010754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6841317343298010754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/05/bla-bla-bla.html' title='Bla Bla Bla....'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-8932788824934639305</id><published>2007-05-15T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:24:02.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamming session....Subang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess all the hardworks pays off. Been practicing like hell the other day with fei. So yesterday's session went on quite well. Although i thought might kantoi in every single song. Dillion was hell of a screamer...till his voice breaks after a few attempts on "best of you" - foo fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kus bass guitar was a bit faulty... So there some minor interruptions. Something is wrong with the jack or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fei as usual.. whack the mofo drums so hard that he really got a nice workout. After the session, he was sweating like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ME... As as usual try not to kantoi much with the guidance of the "cheat sheet"... it's been fucking long since i needed a bloody cheat sheet to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-8932788824934639305?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8932788824934639305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=8932788824934639305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8932788824934639305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/8932788824934639305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/05/jamming-sessionsubang.html' title='Jamming session....Subang'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6103266065417297014</id><published>2007-05-14T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:02:37.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamming today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday i  was doing some weekly cleaning s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ession. So i took my year old MetalZone out to give a try on the Marshall MG30. Apparently, i don't really like the sound of it. I really don't know why, it sounded 'tiny' through the MG30. I used to like the sound of the metalzone when i'm using the old prince 25watter amp. but since i bought Zoom 2, well everything changed. Although not all the sounds in Zoom pedal were good, but i managed to customised it to my liking. Got a few fav tone. But something were still missing. Need to tweak it a bit to get the 'perfect tone' (for me of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wanted to sell the metalzone now. Before i bought the amp, i already plan to sell it off since i didnt use ofen. It's been a year since i bought it, but still look ed brand new + a bit of dust sticking near the knobs. Planning to sell it less than 200 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... today there will a jamming session in Subang. Need to buck up a bit. If not, i think it's quite unfair to the other people playing when i'm not perfoming well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6103266065417297014?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6103266065417297014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6103266065417297014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6103266065417297014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6103266065417297014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/05/jamming-today.html' title='Jamming today...'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-5168843662970114784</id><published>2007-05-09T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:49:38.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok, this is fucking bad. I screw up big time on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The story is like this, i put the wrong advertisement for this car window tint company. I just can say that i'm a bit careless on this. But there were too many things to last month. Things were hectic. And the magazine was late. All this hussle and bussle surely has taken its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was a bit suprised when the sales person called and told me that might get sued because we put the wrong logo/artwork for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just hope that the boss can settle it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Arghhh... now i'm not feeling that good. All because of that screw up. You work your ass off, then you screw up. And all thanks to !@£$%^*&amp;$. Fucker!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-5168843662970114784?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5168843662970114784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=5168843662970114784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5168843662970114784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/5168843662970114784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/05/screw-up.html' title='Screw up!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-6812755149316982416</id><published>2007-05-09T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:19:41.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshall is HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday around 7:30, i made 'history' again. I finally bought the Marshall amp!!! Woohoo.. Time to make some noise, man. Can't wait for the amp to arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-6812755149316982416?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6812755149316982416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=6812755149316982416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6812755149316982416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/6812755149316982416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/05/marshall-is-here.html' title='Marshall is HERE'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1729715910071403002</id><published>2007-05-08T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:54:56.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Day!!! Boring!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What a fucking slow day... I hated it when this happens.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get to the bank and "GIVEAWAY" my money to this Marshall Amp seller guy!!&lt;br /&gt;Since i entered this relationship with her (but unfortunately it ended), i had this guilty feeling whenever i use my money..  even though I didn't even touched my savings account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1729715910071403002?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1729715910071403002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1729715910071403002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1729715910071403002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1729715910071403002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/05/slow-day-boring.html' title='Slow Day!!! Boring!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-4642458755778453796</id><published>2007-05-08T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:17:25.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagnant Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's quite a long time since i jammed. I still play my guitar occasionally when i'm bored. I tried to picked myself up from this slump, but frankly said.... i lost my passion playing. Somekind of "Creative Block"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Actually i think that 1 of the reason i don't feel like jamming is i'm bored playing cover songs. I tried to 'accomodate' to the rest of them. I doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do my own stuff... some sort of creative expression. But been marred to playing cover songs. I'm not saying that their song are not good. It's just i'm already over playing other people's song so fucking long time ago. I need creative expression!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw... will be getting a new Marshall 30watt amplifier. Hope that will give me some proper boost!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-4642458755778453796?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4642458755778453796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=4642458755778453796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4642458755778453796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/4642458755778453796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/05/stagnant-days.html' title='Stagnant Days'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-1461308300532439461</id><published>2007-04-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:17:10.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Guitar Amp perhaps??</title><content type='html'>Been playing guitar for 11years now. But all this while i'm really using these cheap gears. They (the cheap gears) do have their contibutions, but it's time for a change. I never really had the dough to really buy the good stuff, furthermore the buying power in Malaysia sucked. When other people need to forked out only 200bucks, we here in Malaysia will have to pay round 800 to 900 (RINGGIT!!!!!!!!) to buy that stuff. Imagine your going to buy a guitar that's 700bucks... how much you have to pay HERE. You do the calculation yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all the crap, i need to post a quickie and continues with my fucking work (on a Sunday afternoon!!!!). I just want a bloody new amplifier. It's either a Roland Cube 30x or a Marshall MGX30DFX. That's All. Gotta fuck off now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really damn stagnant these days. I'm still pretty happy thinking of all the times when i'm doing all the archeology stuff. I wish i could do that again in my life. I was talking to David (Bates) bout it yesterday. I never knew he was into these. Cool..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-1461308300532439461?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1461308300532439461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=1461308300532439461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1461308300532439461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/1461308300532439461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-guitar-amp-perhaps.html' title='New Guitar Amp perhaps??'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-117023895221099867</id><published>2007-01-31T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:22:32.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghh....</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure whether i'm unlucky or what....&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to sell off my fucking brand new ipod. but nobody seems to be interested. my fucking God. Now that's bad or what. I need the fucking money......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is a holiday... woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to take a rest, although had 'enough' rest lately. Thanks to FF XII. Too tired last nite to play, so i just sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is kinda boring, but i just discovered that if we plan to do some stuff in the morning, by writing it on some planner, we might get the initiative to work on it, One-by-One. At least the stuff will start moving and get worked out. Hmmm... it's good for people like me (the lazy ass type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i really need to work on the guitar these days. Been slacking quite a lot. No practice, no song-writing. What's happening.....???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-117023895221099867?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/117023895221099867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=117023895221099867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/117023895221099867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/117023895221099867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/01/arghh.html' title='Arghh....'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-117006247566268615</id><published>2007-01-29T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:21:15.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things had happened!!!</title><content type='html'>So many things happened lately. I wondered whether it was a natural progression of life, the pressure of society or i'm now aspire to be a money-minded person. I used to loathed people who were so into money, finance, and how get rich and leave the rat race. I don't even like books that touched the those subjects. But now i'm starting to read on those subjects and somehow wanted to know more and really get something out of this life. I'm really a bit fed up by the the law of employer and employee. I know i should not be complaining much. i'm pretty tired of that. Been complaining the 'long working hours and low pay' thing for so long, that i felt my main strength is complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much you can do if you are being an employee. Your boss pays you 'enough' then your are on your own. Somehow reading "Rich Dad, Poor Dad" did helped me realise a lot of things. Some things are so simple, but we are so ingnorant that we missed it out. I don't know how to say it. I will definitely keep this job although the pay is barely enough to survive each month. Got some plans with a friend, let's say that he's starting his company although we don't really had a shop lot. I never consider myself the partner coz i never even paid a cent for all the stuff. I say i'm just the collaborator of some sort. at least i can get more income from other form of payment such as freelancing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about freelancing, luckily these 2 months, i'm getting some freelancing stuff from one of my friend cum old neighbour. He's currently doing sales job and need to workout some advertisement for the products he's selling. And the pay is quite okay too. The good news is he said the job is for long run, so might be getting extra income quite frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, it's better than the job that i did for this beauty school. For 100 bucks, she's fucking demanding. I would never take any job from that aunty anymore. She's those people who think that they are the great, they are good and they know-it-all, and judging from the tone when she speaks to me, i can tell that she's think that i'm dumb and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further more, now i will have spend a lot more each time i went out. Most of the time, i need to fork out 'double' for each meal. But thank God that she doesn't really pester me to buy to a lot of stuff for her. Although she's really a shoppaholic. And would quite a sum on MNG clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i had bought a TV recently. Just a cheapo China-made 21 incher. Its sole purpose is just to play game, and i never even watched a single tv show with it. Currently quite busy playing FFXII. And i gotten myself a brand new Ipod 4GB. I would like to sell it off for RM750. Anybody interested?? I had also posted it on ebay Malaysia. Really hope that i can sell it off. I cant keep the thing. It has already burn a hole in my account. My fucking God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... I'M GOING FOR THE MUSE CONCERT THIS 25TH FEB!!! WHO WANNA JOIN ME?? ALREADY GETTING 3 PERSON TO JOIN IN ( Fei the drummer boy, and one of my best friend, Marni (yupe...she a malay lady, nothing wrong with that) will be there too. OOOOO Yeahhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Caye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-117006247566268615?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/117006247566268615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=117006247566268615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/117006247566268615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/117006247566268615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-many-things-had-happened.html' title='So many things had happened!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-116263588144007926</id><published>2006-11-04T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:24:41.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the END.</title><content type='html'>The band finally ended. After four years being together, our journey together is over. It was pure fun when we started it, but upon graduation we wanted to take things even further, it was never realised. we are still stuck in square one. During the last year, i knew it was hard for us to at least do 'something'. Too many things happened, too many commitments and stuff. It was never easy to make it big in the indusry. it was sad to say that we (or i) didnt try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing for sure, we all had our own direction in music. When we started we just play whatever we can and kept on learning all the tricks, riff, progression etc. And when u finally found your direction, it hard to play stuffs that didnt appeal to you. There's nothing wrong in there. It's just the time has arrived, we all developed our own musical sense and styles. Even we can pull off  most of the 'simple shits', i still cant feel the excitement from that. To cut things short, i wanted to play something harder and edgier. It's time for me to take on a new direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be getting a few new guys to jam with. And i hope drummer boy got no other 'band commitments'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-116263588144007926?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/116263588144007926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=116263588144007926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/116263588144007926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/116263588144007926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-end.html' title='It&apos;s the END.'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-115932562183351810</id><published>2006-09-27T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:53:41.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Love Love Love ~</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. been a few month since i posted anything here. life is quite a bore UNTIL... I finally meet my soulmate. Haha... that day was 18/9 i got a message from her. it's not she confessed that she loves me or anything, but she just hinted that she had feelings for me. i was a bit 'surprised'  coz from her body launguage, i knew something is not 'right', the way she spoke to me and behaviour seem a bit more 'tender' (damn.. cant find a suitable word for that). so i told her that i did had feelings for her.. well that nite was almost 'historical' for me since... i've been fucking single for God knows how long. Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. for now i'll keep the nes a bit tight. just like 3 people knew bout it, my bro, my friend from CH and one of my good pal from Malacca. Not gonna spread it to the whole world. Haahaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... i'm missing her now. Hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i gave her a little 'funny' poem yesterday. Posted at the computer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-115932562183351810?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/115932562183351810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=115932562183351810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/115932562183351810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/115932562183351810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-love-love.html' title='~ Love Love Love ~'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-115268857921135753</id><published>2006-07-12T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:39:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Wah Wah Pedal and Fifa World Cup 2006</title><content type='html'>i finally received the wah wah pedal on monday. should have get it on saturday, but unfortunately, the company is not working on weekends. the person who delivered the pedal called so damn early in the monrning, if i'm not mistaken, it was around 8am++. WHAT THE HELL. Spent the whole weekend messing around the my new zoom G2 efx pedal. getting hold of it now. but still need to explore some parts of the configuration, and how to get certain sounds that i liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a few sounds that i customised myself, cant always relied on those default settings. some of them good, some of them... hmmm not to my liking. i prefer to customised them so that i can play my own songs and have my own kind of sounds. been playing EA's FIFA World Cup 06. quite cool game, easy to get hold to. unlike Winning Eleven which more difficult to even practive the basics like dribbling, crossing and stuff. It's too real. Even scoring a goal was not an easy task. In FIFA WC 2006, it was quite easy, sometimes you can even score from outside of the penalty box..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game was quite addictive considering that i spent like 4 hours on it at wee hour in the morning. i was supposed to played 2 qualifying games, after the 2 games, i was in the WC2006, playing group matches, after that top 16, quater final, semi final and finally the Final itself. as u had guess it, i 'won'. i chose Team Italy as my team. Maybe today, i will play South American qualifiers. you never know that i might win another 'World Cup'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed around with my wah wah pedal yesterday. quite difficult to master. It's not just stepping on it and rock the whole way till the end of the song. I think this will need to practice more on the pedal... still needs to find some information on the wah wah pedal. where should i placed it at the efx chain? is it before the efx pedal or after it. it sounds way cool if i just put it after the efx pedal....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-115268857921135753?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/115268857921135753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=115268857921135753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/115268857921135753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/115268857921135753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-wah-wah-pedal-and-fifa-world-cup.html' title='Of Wah Wah Pedal and Fifa World Cup 2006'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-115200461112952725</id><published>2006-07-04T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:16:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over spent!!!!</title><content type='html'>One thing that is bad about me is that i tend to overspent sometimes. I had millions of stuff that I wanted to buy. Mostly it's all those guitar stuff that cost around a few hundrerd bucks only. Not expensive to some, but for me, a few hundred bucks short every month can be a bit frustrating. I can't 'indulge' in proper food and stuff. Most of my budgets were spent on food alone. Fast foods, food stuff, junk food, sushi from jaya jusco (can't get the real thing, so might as well get some pretty cheap substitute)&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.. to cut the bloody story short. I bought a bloody guitar effext pedal for 400 bucks. Cheap eh??!!! But not for me man... And to make matter worse, I scouted something from ebay. a fucking cheap wah wah pedal. just fucking 155bucks. not sure of the quality, but fucking cares when u can get behringer pedal. never tried one, so can use that to practice the skills. like the old days when i used my bloody hofma electric guitar to brush my-so-called-guitar-skills. If i waited till i get a jim dunlop "cry baby", that would be too late.&lt;br /&gt;Should i get the bloody pedal or not?? Damn i hate to make decisions?? and I usualy make 'bad' decisions... if you get what i mean.. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-115200461112952725?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/115200461112952725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=115200461112952725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/115200461112952725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/115200461112952725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2006/07/over-spent.html' title='over spent!!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-115046620910880579</id><published>2006-06-16T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:20:14.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHHHH.... u wouldn't like it when i'm angry</title><content type='html'>I had been having this fucking nightmarish situation. It was a situation that all designers hate in this world. I'm damn fucking sure that all had experienced it before, and later if ur alone in the office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) u would be patient enough to start all your work all over again. ( if u had forgotten to save all your working files)&lt;br /&gt;b) u would really like to smash anything you could get your hands on to the bloody Mac or PC&lt;br /&gt;c) u would fuck off from the office before you did damage to more office equipments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fucking Adobe Illus would always quit unexpectedly before i had a chance to save the files. I dare to admit that sometimes, i tend to be forgetful, or sometimes lazy, but doing the same artwork (from the same starting point) twice would really ignite the volcanoes inside of you, or even worst 'the hulk' inside you. Now i just wanna 'do' something to the FUCKING MAC. Fuck!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i would rather go home and watch football. FUCK IT!! i'll continue tomorrow, even if it's a saturday. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-115046620910880579?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/115046620910880579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=115046620910880579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/115046620910880579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/115046620910880579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2006/06/arghhhhh-u-wouldnt-like-it-when-im.html' title='ARGHHHHH.... u wouldn&apos;t like it when i&apos;m angry'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-114966417922209198</id><published>2006-06-07T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T15:09:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Not Enough??</title><content type='html'>I received this email sent by a 'friend' a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting....read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let's to do some calculations here. In Malaysia the average  family income is RM3000 (Father works, mother doesnt). I understand there are a lot of families whose income don't reach RM3000, but, to make things simple, lets take RM3000 as the figure. ok la right?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's start rolling with a family which has Papa, Mama, 1 daughter and 1 son. ngam ngam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculation starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Electricity and water bil RM100 (no aircond, no home &lt;br /&gt;theatre, no waterheater k?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Telekom and Handphone bil RM100 (cannot make a lot of calls &lt;br /&gt;one you know? NO Streamyx also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal for the whole happy family RM775 (3 meals on RM25/day, &lt;br /&gt;RM25 for 4 persons????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Papa makan/teh tarik during working hours RM155 (RM5/day, &lt;br /&gt;RM5 can eat what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car repayment RM400 (a proton saga aeroback, 7 years repayment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrol RM300 (Living in City, Jam) Go to work, bring son to &lt;br /&gt;school, only can afford one car running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance RM650, (kids, wife and myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House repayment RM750 (Low cost housing repayment for 30 &lt;br /&gt;years, retired still have to work to pay house!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition RM80 (got that cheap meh?? No, I don't think so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older children pocket money @ school RM20 (RM1/day, eat bread??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School fees RM30 (enough ah??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School books and etc etc. RM100 (always got extra to pay in school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger children milk powder RM50 (cannot have the DHA, &lt;br /&gt;BHA, PHA one, expensive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous RM100 (shampoo, rice, sauce, toilet paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait!!! I have to stop here, so... No Astro, no movie @ cinema, no DVD, no CD, no online, cannot KFC, cannot Mc Donald, cannot go Park walk during weekend(petrol expensive), no chit chat on phone with grandparents, and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use a calculator to total up... WALAO EI.. Shit! &lt;br /&gt;RM3610 already.. EPF belum potong, income tax lagi,........oledi --- RM610... &lt;br /&gt;How to survive laa tuan-tuan dan puan-puan sekalian???&lt;br /&gt;Our Deputy Prime Minister ask us to change lifestyle? How &lt;br /&gt;to change? Don't eat? Don't work? Don't send children to school and study? &lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I believe in Malaysia population, there are millions of &lt;br /&gt;Rakyat Malaysia which still don't earn RM3000/month!!!&lt;br /&gt;What is this? Ini lah Malaysia Boleh.. Sorry.. it should be &lt;br /&gt;Malaysians Boleh, because we're still alive and kicking!!&lt;br /&gt;Our politicians must be mad!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-114966417922209198?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/114966417922209198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=114966417922209198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/114966417922209198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/114966417922209198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2006/06/money-not-enough.html' title='Money Not Enough??'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-114956498975832146</id><published>2006-06-06T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:36:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new back-up bassist: ME!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>came back yesterday. reached pekeliling about 11:30am. damn fucking tired. been playing " the godfather" till 3am. after reaching home, it's koma time. and i didnt even had a proper lunch. just went back and cooked a packet of instant noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet up with the guys at bangsar. brought along my axe. but unfortunately, i didnt played my axe. i just played bass the whole bloody hour. the only time i touch the guitar was when i played resurrection with the guys. actually i pretty enjoyed playing the bass right now. maybe i need a new perspective in music, something fresh. i'm having some creative block with the axe these days. so playing the bass might help....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-114956498975832146?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/114956498975832146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=114956498975832146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/114956498975832146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/114956498975832146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-back-up-bassist-me.html' title='the new back-up bassist: ME!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-114895915548143210</id><published>2006-05-30T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:22:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of May, the month of dismay</title><content type='html'>it's has been damn long since i wrote all my bullshit here. more than a month in fact. never been absent for so damn long. for the whole month, a lot of things happened to me. and these are the few things that happened during the month of april to may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A friend of my aunt is a creative director. the agency he's working with needs a couple of designers. so... my aunt asked me to go there for an interview. i went there (with just money) on my mind. i heard that the boss is willing to pay high SALARY. i was tempted to go there. the boss even agreed with the 2K asking price. BUT in the end, i didnt go there. one of my reasons: i enjoy working here with waikuan, we talk nonsense all day long. sometimes we had little 'fights' but it was ok, all forgotten about it. i miss working with her to be honest. and secondly, i got freedom here, never feel like home working in any company. all the places felt like office. just a fully furnished premise with a couple of people thrown in and working together. and the boss usually in singapore. so no one to supervise us. but that doesnt mean we are fucking lazy and didnt have our responsibilities. maybe one of my colleagues dont have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Mom called. told me that they lost one of our big customers. One company came and offer better (or shall i say cheaper prices for them). not that my parents can't counter offer the same price, but the customer agreed with the competitor without discussing the whole matter with my parents. and for that, i need to fork out 200  bucks every month to pay for the car installment. i was like.... OHHHHH Shit... From now on, i have to fork out 350 for rental + car installment. each month i only like 1.1K for my daily expenses. How am i gonna survive in KL????????????? i hope the boss can really pay some time off money each month. i planned to pay for the loan (the education loan).  SO SHALL I CONSIDER MYSELF FUCKING STUPID FOR REJECTING THE OFFER FOR RM2K PAY. FOR THAT I'M IN DEEP FUCKING SHIT FOR THE REST OF MY YEARS TO COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) U-Wai, the bassist for the band had already confirmed a place in UM for his post grad studies. i think that's good. at least we can jam with a proper line-up. without the bassist we sound incomplete every time we jammed. and i'm starting to get hooked by playing bass. got a tiny little bit of talent. although my technique sucked big time. but i can come up with 'stand alone' basslines for some songs. and they are not following the root note of the chords played by dave. so sometimes, i might be fighting for a place for the bass slot. Heheheheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Went to rawang to check for the proof. and it's the most boring day in my life. June was doing her own things, and i was left inside the library. gosh.... i slept and woke up, read a book then sarting to get tired again the n sleep again. repeating the whole damn process all over again for a few cycles. reached there aorund 11am++ and reached home around 11pm++. but managed to eat some quite good food. chicken with ginger, pork leg with vinegar and brinjal with dried shrimp. DINNER: steamboat. the only thing i had to complain was, i scalded my mouth eating those fucking hot stuff. the whole piece of skin just tore from my mouth. Oucchhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)i went to watch X-Men III with my bro, his gf and my aunty's son. quite ok, but it was sad that they had to sacrifice cyclops and professor X, and jean grey. and angel dont even had a few proper lines. the character in the movie didnt had the chance to even kick some ass. Roque sacrifice her mutant power just for IceMan. Opppsss.... cant blame her though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) It was waikuan's birthday this month. So HAppy Birthday to her. i still don't know what i could buy for her. already treated her at the ship. her meal was ok, mine was like damn fucking crazy. never ate anything damn expensive in my whole life. mine cost me like 50buck++.  Me and Iced ordered the same meal.... ouch.. my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the mag is out, i'm fucking free for a few days before the storm starts again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-114895915548143210?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/114895915548143210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=114895915548143210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/114895915548143210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/114895915548143210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2006/05/month-of-may-month-of-dismay.html' title='Month of May, the month of dismay'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-114523525837861048</id><published>2006-04-17T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T08:54:18.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm... what had happened??</title><content type='html'>first of all, i wastd the whole day 'lafing' at my friend's place at kelana jaya. damn..... i'mw anna kick myself in the ass for doing that. i supposed to finish off my stuff.... damn it... but i quite enjoyed myself. the day started with a rush. me... rushing from wangsa maju to amcorp mall to buy a present for liew mei. i wanted to look for the stuff at the flea market, but unfortunatlyy, most of those stuff looks old, i dont wanna give those as presents. so i finally went to some souvenier shop and bought a cute photo frame (that idea always worked.. i knew that coz i received like a lot of those these few years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally arrived at kelana jaya station precisely at 12noon. a journey well planned. waited for them to fetch me from the station. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; reached liew mei's place, have steamboat for lunch, chatted witht he guys and girls, kokleong, kiew, liew mei and one of my best bud mahen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;then watched "ong bak" of of the cooolest action (thai) movie around. kick ass stuff. phewww....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;later a few rounds of FIGHT NIGHT 2 with kokleong. hahah. i scored a lot of hits bu unfortunately i lost coz i dun know how execute those haymakers. damn..... this the first time i played that game, and i really gave him a tough time... then watch the tubes. dinner... send me back home, stopped at old town, buy bread then reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-114523525837861048?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/114523525837861048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=114523525837861048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/114523525837861048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/114523525837861048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmmm-what-had-happened.html' title='hmmm... what had happened??'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082429.post-114431174316252623</id><published>2006-04-06T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:22:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the greatest!!!!</title><content type='html'>The mag finallly arrived today but it was a bit late. I got this feeling of relief that it was finally here. and for me, i'm quite happy with the outcome of the mag. We (me and waikuan) really did all the template last minute, it was beyond crazy. we dun have much time for the planning and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And the boss even sent an email to us, congratulating all in our effort for the revamp. Cheers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After a month a hardwork....Pheewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there some minor glitches on the cover, and the car buyers guides. i had the correct file but i think maybe the printer used the wrong one... damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall....Today is the Greatest Day That I Had Ever Known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082429-114431174316252623?l=tcaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/feeds/114431174316252623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082429&amp;postID=114431174316252623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/114431174316252623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082429/posts/default/114431174316252623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tcaye.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-greatest.html' title='Today is the greatest!!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08410943282353942506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMkdFphMw6A/R-NxZDuw7yI/AAAAAAAAABA/mXeGi1MLio0/S220/TK%27s+Thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
