tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41225753128915016372024-02-07T17:54:55.004-08:00chicken soup for the soulHaidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4812276053623912162012-02-01T05:29:00.000-08:002012-02-01T06:03:03.848-08:00February SantuaryHey, we already on the 1st of February now in 2012, glad I'm not where I am last year. I guess I can say BETTER, but not by a mile(just). Of course the reason being is because I wont be able to topped up this years achievement, next year if I went too far(reality check please mista!). So, it goes without saying. NO. The truth is I'm lazy as pig. If i was a purchase item, there will be "lazy as hell" on the ingredient section of the manual. And fragile too. So pleas, handle with care.<br /><br />Above all, Lady Luck has been smiling to me quite often last year. Hope she does the same for this year and be consistent! Ahah!<br /><br />2012, still no Jetson-family-like cars and suit! Haih,.<br /><br />Yes, i know, I fell short on the countdown but who'll complain? Happy New Year lads!Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-79765287724846519602011-12-28T07:39:00.000-08:002011-12-28T07:42:10.151-08:002 Points DroppedI watch the highlight over and over again when Arsenal win, but not even bother looking at the news when they don't. <br /><br />How selfish can i be?<br /><br />Don't even try to discuss it!Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-57851355753294210072011-12-22T23:55:00.000-08:002011-12-23T00:12:08.381-08:00LibertyComplex product have no reason to exist other then to skirt regulations. People don't understand them and they are design to take advantage of people's mental biases and misunderstanding of some classes of the risk.Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-16669714316151713972011-12-15T08:35:00.000-08:002011-12-15T08:39:54.529-08:00Kelas Kau Jah!Smile when you can, apologize when you should, forget what you cant change. Life's too short to be anything but happy peeps!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/381938_10151050193035304_72760510303_22125710_1286154305_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 441px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/381938_10151050193035304_72760510303_22125710_1286154305_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Cheers!Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-56343059964925025492011-08-22T08:24:00.000-07:002011-08-22T08:26:49.901-07:00Gooner's DiaryFriends.<div>
<br /></div><div>The good thing.</div><div>True friends will always be by your side whether you are right or wrong.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>The bad thing.</div><div>True friends will always be by your side wether you are right or wrong.</div>Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-54467415399107795622011-05-20T11:00:00.000-07:002011-05-20T11:35:45.884-07:00All RounderIts weird enough when you going to Paris with a dude let again with four.Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-76153290817051025072011-05-16T14:37:00.000-07:002011-05-16T14:40:50.494-07:00Stella Effect<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Qu8RPvhP-U" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><br /><br />Abah kata, ni lagu favorite tok wan aku. Rindu.Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-29915741855872049652011-04-28T07:09:00.000-07:002011-04-28T07:11:56.904-07:00Leaving On a Not So JetplaneLondon Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down..Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-9652949721310580862011-03-30T05:52:00.000-07:002011-03-30T06:08:44.553-07:00Shallow MellowAs much as I been given so many good advice by others, I still wanted to do things the way I intended. It might seems stubborn for some, but you might wanna see it from a different angle. And, if its too much for you, you and you to really comprehend the way I do and understand things, just mind your own business and I'll be happy to walk pass by without you even noticing. You can bark all you you want, but i wont change one bit if I don't see any logical explanation in doing so.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>* is currently having a long relationship...with his work. </div><div><br /></div>Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-52031467285210417912011-03-29T06:02:00.000-07:002011-03-29T06:05:19.004-07:00ComprehendSorry, did my back hurt your knife?Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-42117530254027857962011-03-23T08:45:00.000-07:002011-03-23T08:57:17.179-07:00Redneck<div>Funny when you were in a working society, all you know was to talk about work related topics. Work loads, red tape, paycheck, taxes, EPF, all those topic that seems remote and alien to you a few years back. No matter you were hanging out at a bar, having dinner with your friends, chit chatting with your girlfriend or even on the phone with your spouses, the subject wouldn’t stray too far. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, there’s an occasional talk in between about football or tsunami or anything rather then what happened in your office cycle, but it’ll eventually come back to “did your boss treat your right” or “do they pay your OT” so on and so forth. It’s like throwing a boomerang out in the open. These topics would be your second to none priority in any conversation because it’s always work with a big fat W that lingered, running back and forth in your brain section. It’s a normal symptom I conclude so nothing much you can do about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Conclusion denied. Still have loads of complaining to do, so bare with me for a sec. So, all and all, I have 2 things that bothered me the most.</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Work piles. Its include, black and white, beyond logic procedures, next to stupid policy, systems from the year 200 BC.</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><b>How to handle it?</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I actually don’t have that much of a problem with even though the amount of it are hypothetically twice my head. It’s the tools and workflow that generated all the fuss. But end of the day, you’ll finish it off and it will be done and dusted. “Slowly but surely”.</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Annoying people.</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div>This is what complicates the matter. In fact, these 2 problems have a strong correlation.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><b>How to handle it?</b></div><div><br /></div><div>This, by all mean cannot be solved. You can’t just “finish” them off. They are super Homo sapiens, a hybrid species that make out today and get a triplet tomorrow. You can’t shackle<span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>them off your shoulder because they’ll be around even thought you are seeking refugee in Alaska.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><b>Seriously, how exactly to handle it?</b></div><div><br /></div><div>No chance. You just have to live with it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>How I pray for the day that I can just <b>Ctrl+Alt+Delete</b> them. Oh, and emptied my trash bin too. </div>Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-65274354124812496152011-03-22T06:36:00.000-07:002011-03-22T06:51:48.177-07:00The Seven Blunders of the World<div>Shortly before his assassination, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi gave his grandson Arun Gandhi, The Seven Blunders of the World, written on a piece of paper. The blunders are,</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Wealth without work </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Pleasure without conscience </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Knowledge without character </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Commerce without morality </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Science without humanity </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Worship without sacrifice </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Politics without principle</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div>This list grew from Gandhi's search for the roots of violence. He added that, the list are the best way to prevent oneself or one's society from reaching a point of violence.</div><div><br /></div><div>To this list, Arun Gandhi added an eighth blunder, "<span class="Apple-style-span" >rights without responsibilities</span>".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-35672149322012796212011-03-09T08:58:00.000-08:002011-03-09T10:26:32.469-08:00Bukan Salah Ibu Mengandung<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaABoWpQD2x2rAmmXkOuOigO4Fa6aEihfn3bzOPq2fiVpl2FflcHDPbVAtUmTgqyZtS1wASlJdOM1n-nQToPpLcwUs7sJR_TCEMwC5S8keXRGzRPYWIroau6PHdZBCiAekpVT63lp4XXw/s1600/hao.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaABoWpQD2x2rAmmXkOuOigO4Fa6aEihfn3bzOPq2fiVpl2FflcHDPbVAtUmTgqyZtS1wASlJdOM1n-nQToPpLcwUs7sJR_TCEMwC5S8keXRGzRPYWIroau6PHdZBCiAekpVT63lp4XXw/s400/hao.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582148102478841538" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Fragile. Handle with care.</span></b></div>Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-28584520511002357782011-02-21T05:56:00.000-08:002011-02-21T06:17:56.180-08:00EpitomizerYou know you're getting older when puking on your friend shoes felt so disgusting. Used to called it "Friday Night" though. Now, it just like you realize that your getting fatter when people start calling you "Bob".<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>World is full of "signboard", don't step on your paddle too much, you might missed it and choose the wrong turn.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-64587615852850940082011-02-18T05:49:00.000-08:002011-02-18T06:06:33.762-08:00A Letter to Zimbabwe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQucmE98WEIkcM-Kvw7hfVrJEUsQcf9CD9RhyKM1KD34vkp-61_Cl7Ldf5PSWp-AICu541Hy8dgnQ81YC1KR6pycxxfBNn1rl-o2hGpyroAACDxbpzyFuCZkQ50CDm4Mhu0uuj_nFPc3c/s1600/haida.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQucmE98WEIkcM-Kvw7hfVrJEUsQcf9CD9RhyKM1KD34vkp-61_Cl7Ldf5PSWp-AICu541Hy8dgnQ81YC1KR6pycxxfBNn1rl-o2hGpyroAACDxbpzyFuCZkQ50CDm4Mhu0uuj_nFPc3c/s400/haida.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575026649870762482" /></a><br /><div>Dear Mama Ape,</div><div><br /></div><div>Life in Malaysia is great. I'm having a good time jumping here and there. Its really not the same back in Zimbabwe, i mean, the weather and all is totally different. Really warm and cozy out here and rain pour down almost everyday. But i do feel like home except for the fact that i keep falling down from the tree cause its too slippery. Felt awkward at first cause Malaysian are a big fan of apes hence been followed by paparazzi everywhere i went. Just like in Zimbabwe, only the different is they carrying a camera instead of sling gun. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ouh</span>, the good thing is, they gave me food instead of trying to catch me and turn me into some exotic dishes. By the way i heard from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Facebook</span> that our neighbours has been killed and his brain has been sucked out by hunters, is that true? So really sorry to hear that. Send my regard to Uncle Chimpanzee. His sons was a very god chimp.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think that's all for now. I really enjoy staying here so I'm planning not to go back so soon. Give Daddy Ape a good hugs and kisses for me will ya?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Your son,</div><div>Apes.</div>Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6277015391187127722011-02-17T05:17:00.000-08:002011-02-17T05:22:37.588-08:00Hands In My Pocket<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_-LGBpDuGYBWgIIUXmChKi1I6QT4vAvc40hZP1x5R43K0uXRBSHVvx5R0YqUbkApefSZ07gL60GMnbtX6xo_tRDVgAjkFKDbHbjRY2tplmnei_OlVbLV66RVBMjjX5_9KS-z0tRC64Q/s1600/acha.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_-LGBpDuGYBWgIIUXmChKi1I6QT4vAvc40hZP1x5R43K0uXRBSHVvx5R0YqUbkApefSZ07gL60GMnbtX6xo_tRDVgAjkFKDbHbjRY2tplmnei_OlVbLV66RVBMjjX5_9KS-z0tRC64Q/s400/acha.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574647575984183218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-20838743066812282432011-02-15T03:08:00.000-08:002011-02-15T03:12:34.035-08:00eL.O.Vi.iELove is no easy walk in the park. It ain’t that often you’ll catch a sunny days. Sometimes you step on a dog shit. Sometimes you stumbled upon the sidewalk or get stung by a bee or stuck in the bushes. The other time, you fell into the pond. But, no matter how much you’ve been torn inside out, you keep coming back for more cause you know, that eventually you’ll get to pick out the best roses and keep it to your self for the rest of your life.Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-65584307477403810652011-02-10T01:00:00.000-08:002011-02-16T05:54:24.061-08:00Love, Chuck Taylor.I'm not into politics, really but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> gonna cast my vote to any party that come up with suggestion that every public washroom must be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">accommodate</span> with musics.<br /><br />Why do toilet has to be quiet?<br /><br />I really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> fancy it. Not in a spooky sense but the fact that you actually can hear everything <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">that's</span> happening in it. Every single sounds, every single 'drop'. You <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">don't</span> want people grinning at you when you walk out from the toilet cubicles, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">don't</span> you?<br /><br />By the way, why do toilet cubicles must have a gap between the door and the floor?<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">don't</span> fancy it either. See, you co-workers tend to recognize your shoes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">nonetheless</span> if you have a weird understanding of 'smart casual'. Since <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">I'm</span> the only one who wore white Chuck Taylor that looked like it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">haven't</span> been wash since the Roman Empire, it easier to guess when <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">I'm</span> in the cubicles.<br /><br />Next thing you know you'll received an email saying "Hey, nice pooping job. Very expressive".<br /><br /><br />When is the next voting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">season</span>?Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-129968313681617812011-02-02T05:41:00.000-08:002011-02-02T13:37:14.569-08:00I Will Listen to Dur dur Next TimeHate it when the whole Malaysian get to enjoy their holiday, the road is empty like it was haunted by a heart eating monster and the weather is picture perfect while i have to get my ass off to work. Its not that easy carrying your ass around the floor especially when you have this comfortable Sultan's mattress and a room that you cant really tell is it a day or night from inside.<br /><br />However i managed to cut the slack after a few discussions with my alter ego which by the way i name him Dur <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dur</span>. Arrived at the office an hour late i happily burst into the meeting room while they were talking about punctuality (I've got this problem for ages). Perfect. Nice timing brother. It got even worst when i have to sit down with 'no, I'm not the guilty party face' and act like the late coming issues doesn't concern me.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ouh</span>, how i wish i had listen to Dur <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dur</span>.<br /><br />Anyway, there's still plenty of reasons to be cheerful though or at least it seems like it.<br /><br />A. After a few postponement about the whole migration thingy, i finally received the confirmation that I'll be flying out to London comes May and at the back of it all they actually are considering to further my stay to 6 months. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Eamy</span> is going to Belgium on June, and i couldn't help but imagining how it would be up there with your best friend on your side, the same side of the globe and I'm pretty sure I'm going to visit her nonetheless.<br /><br />B. How would you react if you boss fiance told you that your voice is really soft and sounds very romantic on the phones? Well, it is something uncanny and pleasing about it. Like being a red apples sitting together with a bunch of green apples and please that someone actually eat you thinking your are one of the green apple. ?? You know what i mean. My girlfriend would be surprise if I'll be on the phone with her a little bit longer after this, just to make sure she catch the romantic voice of mine.<br /><br />C. Speaking of my girlfriend (still feeling a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lil</span>' awkward at times when i said it), the other reason being is I'm having a lunch with her tomorrow and she said she have a surprise for me and my new house. I only like surprises only if its turn out to be good. Yes, i often ask too much and I've been pushing the limit since.<br /><br />Anyhow, cant wait to meet her like i cant wait to see the back of Friday.<br /><br /><br />See ya gorgeous!Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-36166904905162832302011-01-31T02:52:00.000-08:002011-02-17T08:43:17.479-08:00Obladee Obladaa Life Goes OnYesterday was a bad day to do your laundry. It's been raining like crazy the whole fucking day, and hiding safe and sounds in your blanket while listening to The Beattles is the perfect answer.<br /><br />Mua?<br /><br />Too busy moving and shuffling things back and forth. Yes, I've moved to a new house in a fucking rainy day. Smart.<br /><br /><br /><br />Here comes Monday that i hate.Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-10812785169331917842011-01-26T08:30:00.000-08:002011-02-17T08:46:17.338-08:00My Salad FaceIs it just me or everyone else felt Monday seems much longer then the other day? Well, you know, like it has extra 10 hours in its damn clock. Weird but my guts keep telling me that it’s true.<br /><br />I just happened to bumped into my piers the other day (Monday of course) at the office lobby and not quite sure how to start a conversation with him. The reason being is because he was starring blank through the wall like Superman always does and looking confused over which lift to take to go to the fifth floor. So I just say hello and murmured to him "Monday huh" instead. He seems to agree.<br /><br />I’m not sure why I had this "thing" toward ‘Monday’. I used to hate Sunday though and it was not so long ago.<br /><br />Maybe it’s because I couldn’t handle the extreme transition. You were lying heavenly on your sofa cuddling your pillow with your t-shirt and PJ, watching How I Met Your Mother and the next thing you know you were walking towards your workstation with your tie, a shirt that tucked into your pants and wearing lots of perfume, doing the same thing you’ve been doing since yesteryear. It get worse when there’s a pile of workload lining up on your desk taking their turn to say "right at your face (with its middle finger)" to you.<br /><br />I don’t know why ‘Monday’ requires us to wear formal attire, aren’t we not getting enough tortured? Isn’t it good if we get to wear our shirts and sweatpants and flip flop on Monday? It would surely help to smooth the extreme transition that I was talking about.<br /><br />And, believe me not, Monday is so challenging, you even got to have a ‘Monday face’ to get through it. MUST HAVE! Everyone has a ‘Monday face’ and it’s unique and different from one another depending on how hard ones think the day would turn out to be. Some would have their eyes stuck in its socket looking like a modern day Frankenstein and some looks like Kurt Cobain in a tux, with cocaine in his nose.<br /><br />Mine? I called my Monday face, ‘Salad face’. You know, when you had your brain scattered and dry inside your head like vegetables on a plate and a jug of vinegar just spilled right on your face? That’s a ‘Salad face’. And if there is someone that really annoy me that day, I’d put on some extra ‘dressing’ on it make it turn into a ‘Caesar Salad face’ with a ‘Go away’ sign blinking on my forehead.<br /><br />Sigh,<br /><br />I do sound like a soar looser didn’t I? Well, guess we shouldn’t be complaining about things we can’t change, instead try to work out on things that we can, aren’t we? It’s good enough to have opened your eyes and still see the sunlight and breathe the air, and has plenty of reasons to keep standing on your feet and walked tall. We shouldn’t be asking for more.<br /><br />For what is worth, Monday do has a few tricks left in its pocket and it’s not all that bad. We’ve always use Monday as a starting point. Like, "this is the last pack of cigarette, going to start quitting comes Monday" or "I’m going to finish all the food in the fridge before Sunday and start working out on my diet AGAIN, on Monday" (which probably would fail by the end of Tuesday) or "I’m going to stop spending like Kim Kardashian now and start saving my ass off BUT not until Monday"<br /><br /><br />Smelly cat, smelly cat..its not your fault.Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-20613228520003911352011-01-20T05:50:00.000-08:002011-02-17T08:46:58.967-08:00A Box Full of Ice-cream and an Ice-cream ManI need a vacation!!! Did i said it like a million times? Yes, cause i need it so bad. If 'vacation' is a "girl" i certainly would have ask "her" to marry me. I don't care if "she's" a bitch waiting to pounce on my money or my time and flirting with my friends behind my back. I do not care if "she's" a douche bag who definitely would dump me out every time "she" met a cute guy, or even if "she's" a bimbo with an attitude issues. Or even worst if "she's" a rock star with a chronic drugs and alcohol problems and does nothing for a living. I DON'T CARE! I'll propose "her" in no time.<br /><br />Though I'm not rushing at time but the start of the year is a perfect corridor to plan your leave for the whole year. New leave planner with a whole 365 days to choose. Its kinda sounds like things you shouldn't be wary about but you might wanna think again.<br /><br />Let me put it this way, imagine you are an 8 years old, been given a choice to choose your most likable ice-cream from a box full of it. There's a different flavours of ice-cream in it and you have to choose fast and precise because all 8 years old from your block are choosing from the same box. You must pick wisely and make sure the ice-cream that you pick would fully utilise your need cause the ice-cream man only stops at your neighbourhood once a year. Sounds like a though choice huh?<br /><br />Well, that is exactly the kind of situation I'm in right now with so many dates and so many places to choose from. I know its not "the end of the world-esque" problem but when you are sitting in front of your PC at your workstation checking out numbers, wordings, definition, formulas and stuff, you'll find out that leisure is a MUST and wasting your holiday with unnecessary problem because you didn't plan it wisely, is a big NO NO.<br /><br />So here's the deal. I always opted for the beach or island cause i kinda like an 'island junkie' and i think a tanned skin is way cooler then parading around town with Ferrari. I am a fan of 'sunny days', hot sand and the smell of sea wind and i cant get enough of it. But I'm in a really tight time frame here. 4 days max, a great beach and a tight budget, if i cross reference those 3, i would likely end up sipping *Coke at either Phi Phi Island or Koh Pah Ngan come Chinese New Year.<br /><br />Care to join me? Anyone?<br /><br /><br />"Smelly Cat" you later.Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-67894396336490318422011-01-19T03:09:00.000-08:002011-01-19T03:15:20.160-08:00YoYoThings currently in turmoil. *Harsh choice of words.<br /><br />I need a vacation and i need it fast.<br /><br />And God please hear my prayer. I wanted to have the old school mini-cooper (car, in case you don't know. Lol) so bad, could You please depose 20k to my bank account? *Praying hardHaidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-15753595510520891912011-01-18T03:23:00.000-08:002011-01-18T03:37:18.917-08:00Not Preoccupy EnoughDarn, unfortunately, my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span> account has been infected by a flies/virus or whatever the geeky call it that prevented you from logging on into your account until you manage to scan and kick it out of your PC.<br /><br />Bollocks!<br /><br />One of the method to verify that your the legitimate user of the account is to identify your friends picture. To my great <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">benefit</span> i happened to have friends that cleverly tagged their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">friend</span> with a picture of shoes, clothes and stuff. Nicely done.<br /><br />As a social <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">networks</span> geek i am, i ended up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">writing</span> (again) in this blog that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">I've</span> left in my trash hold for more then a year without having any idea of what to write.<br /><br />Smell you later.Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-76195227872560924722009-10-06T11:03:00.000-07:002009-10-06T11:05:42.218-07:00WooooaaaahhhhhLama tak jentik benda neh. Gila babi kelam kabut.Haidarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845noreply@blogger.com3