<?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-7707243318286241369</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:15:19.311-08:00</updated><category term='love'/><category term='corny'/><title type='text'>the view behind the shade</title><subtitle type='html'>If You Don't do it, You Don't Really Believe it.
Some people spend their whole time searching for what's right, but they can't seem to find any time to practice it. Your life story is not written with a pen, but with your actions. 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In my past post in few months or years back, I remember venting about a friend, who was literally my first friend here in KL. And how he keep on avoiding and FFK ( did not turn out for appointments) with us. At the moment I along with all our friends was really frustrated with him, as it is always been the 5 of us throughout high school. Macam lah boy band only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on 2012, I spend my new year eve this time welcoming in a more social manner, as compared to how I welcome 2011 with 2 boxes and pizza and with my Final Year Project on my computer. I went to Bukit Tinggi/Janda Baik with 2 of the boys and 2 more of our girl friends. From there we move foward and forgetting about our anger towards this friend and about him in general, and promise to commit to play badminton, one of our favourite past time every friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come the time for one of us to have his big day, wedding day. During the yamcha session after badminton, I suggest to my friend to invite him to the wedding. After all, it would be the last chance, and last hope or last throw of the dice to save the friendship. So he did. However the message did not get him until Out of the blue, the friend texted me to wish me Happy Chinese New Year. I feel it is a sign, thus I intervene again asking if he would come to the wedding, he did not notice the invitation until my text. Long story short, against all odd, even on the day itself, we have our doubts on him coming, as he always promise to turn up but did not. But this time he pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another event is more a family story. As I have this cousin which is much older than me. When he was young, he stayed with my family until he was standard, as his parents was going through hard time, thus my mom took him in. He was brought up along with me and my siblings. However, he grew up closely with my brother as their age is almost the same,and I was too young then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents especially my father did have quite a bond with him. Their bond goes was back. And as hard headed, and how mat rempit he was during his secondary school days, and rebel days during his collage years, I know he listen to my parents and goes to them when he need advice or help. Even though they argue, he will still listen, no matter how unhappy he looks. Taking from him, who is also short tempered when ever anyone else try to lecture him, but my parents got a way with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately something happen 2 years ago, between my cousin and my father. I personally feel it is a small thing. However, the ego of two grown man got the better of them.the cold war goes on for 2 year until this Chinese New Year. Till he wanted to go to his wife to be house for engagement. That morning, I&amp;nbsp;confronted my mom and explain to her how I wish to intervene like how I did for my friend case earlier. She gave me an earful because she told me as if she did not try. But 30 minutes later she told my cousin to go up and invite my dad personally. And the rest like they say it, its history. Even this long weekend, my cousin and his wife is at my house almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although these relationships does not involve me directly, sometimes, I feel it is not always have to be about ourself, taking a step back from the spotlight, looking at others being happy, make me glad too. In addition to witnessing my good friend taking a step in marriage, and my brother and his girlfriend, seems to be having a smooth sailing one make me happy for them. Got me thinking, maybe it is time to look into my own matter, where is my direction will heading to. Rather it is personal or career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-3220905693721303461?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/3220905693721303461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=3220905693721303461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3220905693721303461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3220905693721303461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2012/02/reunited-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='Reunited and it feels so good'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-2574024503444345292</id><published>2012-01-01T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:56:04.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live like you were dying</title><content type='html'>That is the title of the song sang by Tim Mcgraw and the American Idol winner Scotty. It literally means living life to the max, as if everything gonna end. I feel I did it for the early 7 months of 2011 until uni life ends in June....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZTkdkyT6L0/TwEldMLBV2I/AAAAAAAADTM/cYXZQVHR2Oc/s1600/P1060720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZTkdkyT6L0/TwEldMLBV2I/AAAAAAAADTM/cYXZQVHR2Oc/s320/P1060720.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Airplane flying&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8q8E9QC0fQ/TwElhMNq-JI/AAAAAAAADTU/M6KyLxgGbXA/s1600/IMG_0167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8q8E9QC0fQ/TwElhMNq-JI/AAAAAAAADTU/M6KyLxgGbXA/s320/IMG_0167.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marathon running&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbyA8LtbVX4/TwElnNAh1wI/AAAAAAAADTc/3x_64S0_UC4/s1600/SAM_0802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbyA8LtbVX4/TwElnNAh1wI/AAAAAAAADTc/3x_64S0_UC4/s320/SAM_0802.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;60 minutes with a burger call "Goliath"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_V2xf4TTXc/TwEl1hsbCfI/AAAAAAAADTk/EMtIuT5Bv4s/s1600/IMG_0078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_V2xf4TTXc/TwEl1hsbCfI/AAAAAAAADTk/EMtIuT5Bv4s/s320/IMG_0078.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and love deeper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki8tlioN2Zo/TwEpA6LPrfI/AAAAAAAADT0/6D7kStdf6N8/s1600/spok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki8tlioN2Zo/TwEpA6LPrfI/AAAAAAAADT0/6D7kStdf6N8/s320/spok.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spoke sweeter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rsq3Zx71Yyw/TwEpMvNf6-I/AAAAAAAADUE/YgSS16bVdAs/s1600/forgiv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rsq3Zx71Yyw/TwEpMvNf6-I/AAAAAAAADUE/YgSS16bVdAs/s320/forgiv.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and give forgiveness that I've been denying&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope someday you get the chance, to live like you were dying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-2574024503444345292?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/2574024503444345292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=2574024503444345292' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/2574024503444345292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/2574024503444345292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2012/01/live-like-you-were-dying.html' title='Live like you were dying'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZTkdkyT6L0/TwEldMLBV2I/AAAAAAAADTM/cYXZQVHR2Oc/s72-c/P1060720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7472843034959945219</id><published>2012-01-01T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:06:31.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year, 2012. Says a lot from facebook or smses. Its the new year again, the Mayan's says it will be the end of the world, on 20th December. I still remember the way I've ushered 2011, where was on my way back to Cyberjaya from my Final Year Project in Melaka, got 2 regular pizza and continue work on it. E-1-B the house that I've rented for the past 4 years, are empty as the rest went to celebrate. For that 7 months, I've really work for my thesis. Although the outcome is not what I've expected, a B+, I feel it is a great injustice even after appealing. But like all the exams I feel that I've given my all, thus there are no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 have been a good year. but there are also a significant loss I feel. As only when I&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to enjoy my time in university, time is up.And time to say goodbye. My wish is to have a meal each with those few group of friend of mine. Probably at Hb with the hostel friends, or SK hawker with the other gang, or just random crazy meal with the housemates, even the nasi lemak from indon with the roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is never what you wish for. Now everyone on different path of life. How many will still keep in touch it will tell in few years. I always evaluate it, when 2 friends meet again after a long period, how "mesra" their relationship is, is it the same of they are out of topic to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important thing I've learn for the past 4 years is 'Togetherness'. Friendship, Courtship, Family. Thank you all for making my 4 years special, hope we all can be together again. One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for 2012, there is only one thing for certain, that I've know of, financial difficulty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7472843034959945219?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7472843034959945219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7472843034959945219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7472843034959945219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7472843034959945219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title=''/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-4089883235701304701</id><published>2011-12-01T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:07:23.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to December</title><content type='html'>Today the first of December,also my first attemp to update my blog via my mobile.it's been a few weeks since I've downloaded this apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big day is approaching,for me to turn to the big 23.the number held great significant especially in the sporting world,made famous by an NBA legend-Michael Jordan,and then by David Joseph Beckham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There been a buzz at home asking for what I would like to have for my birthday.To be honest I don't really have the desire to have anything that is wrapped in a box and those fancy wrapping paper and ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a genie really exist and grant me 3 wishes,I would say in my ideal world,I would be an airline pilot that is based in Penang island,having a place around Straits Quay area or Miami bay,having my gf nearby in her dream job at intel,with my mom and sister having a partnership running their food business and dad and bro too have their partnership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality,pilot won't b based in Penang,and after hard selling,mom won't send me to flying school even when if she could afford.but for the rest,it seems more realistic,where the gf is more likely to get a job in intel,and my siblings and parents are likely to run business.thus back to square one,I hope to find hapineess in my 23rd year.hapiness can not b in monetery form,although having a little bit extra dough is not a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hapiness can be in a form of being able to do what ever u want to do and when.I promise myself not to miss the Penang jazz festival this year.it's always either this or the monsoon cup that I wanted to watch.however I have to give it a miss due to exams,or assignments as this time is normally a short semester.regardless of that,it's been a tradition for me personally to go on a week 'break' in a run up to my bid day.I would then pamper myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the working world is a totally different ball game,although having extra financial muscle compared to working,working commitment unable me to go and have a good time on my big day.thus till next year I have to say,Penang jazz festival,hard rock cafe and all my lovely friends that I've promise to go down.hope you all will still remember me this time next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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December'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-3197891495660367046</id><published>2011-11-13T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T05:32:20.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>I sat there with him 4 years ago, in the park enjoying our drinks and bagel. It was a small park, where local kids playing and kicking football on a quiet and yet wind late spring weather. We had a chat, and we have a common dream on moving here one day. While mom dad and sister shops for shoes, we both enjoy a similar liking of the place. Fast forward from Florence to KL today, he is now at least half the way there and I am still way far away from moving to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the musical a few weeks ago, presented by The Star. It's called In Perfect Harmony.The musical represent how music have influence our life in Malaysia from the great P.Ramlee to Justin Bieber, and how time have&amp;nbsp;transcendent and evolve the music we listen. One of the song that struck me was our local chinese artise, Guang Liang's Tong Hua or Fairytale. It did brought me back when some of my female friends from school sang it like a choir. Most of them are english educated and can hardly speak a word of chinese.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back then is when I had the longest holiday after my SPM. Time were good until all the complication occurs or in other words the girl trouble starts. Then come MMU, where at the&amp;nbsp;beginning I was very reluctant to go let it be the engineer course or be it the place, Melaka. Growing up in the Beverly Hills of Malaysia, did have it perks and bad side. And of course you come to a smaller town with a big ass ego and rep. The perks are when you mention you stay in Bangsar, the girls will want to be near you, but the bad part is some were taken a back step, rather feeling inferior or just hate the cockyness. And another bad side of it, although I grew up there, I am not the Bangsar people that people have the&amp;nbsp;impression&amp;nbsp;of, as I am not from the wealthy family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all my resistance I start MMU unwillingly, however I did make a few good friends at my orientation. One of the first few friend I've made, is this guy from Perlis. Coincidentally he also stays at the same condominium as I am, to my surprise I met him at class. So I think to myself, not so bad lah, as he seems like a decent guy, and not like those people your parents warn about before stepping in uni to avoid. However, he don't seem like want to hang out after class. When I asked him for dinner, go to town, or sports, he will either decline or 'see lah'- which is a No. I thought I did something that offended him or disturbing him with many questions.But then again, he did join occasionally. One year later we are housemate in Cyberjaya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest I am not the best engineer around, after 5 years of studying, I can say I learn very minimal. or at least I remember very minimal things now. Which is sometimes a bit added pressure at work where expectation is there as I am an 'engineer'. Am sure my boss would be sweating if he reads this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it is not that I play around at university, I did put in a lot of effort in my studies and exams but my results did not reflect it at all. What do you do when you try your level best and yet the result indicate as if you did not study, it did not do any justice at all. However I learn A LOT more outside the class, things like something even Harvard class room did not teach you, it is a life lesson that no book can teach. It is life lesson such as friendship, and going through hard time- endurance and&amp;nbsp;perseverance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graduation came along, and lots of congratulation messages comes. One of it says " Congrats Asst.Editor" it is from one of my group member during the Brats camp, one of them are now even working for The Star, and recently promoted from the Daily Chili to Star Metro. As I walked out of the musical, I texted one of them, the only one that I am currently keeping in touch.&amp;nbsp;Coincidentally as well, she is just graduated and searching for job and considering a career in journalism, even though studied marine biology.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passing by a blog the other day, got the core of the post, which is why people afraid to chance what they want. People work in something that their heart not in it, and then they complain and they can't perform, and the cycle continues. Why we are afraid? Probably because it is out of the norm. For example one of my classmate from engineering school now is an air steward. He goes a great length to go the normal route of an engineering student - to go in manufacturing line. Few have such courage, and I feel that I am one of them who don't have the courage. Why? because if we go against the norm, if we fall, everyone will point finger at you and say 'told you so!'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love writing, its a way to express myself. I love helping out and trying to make a change. I love wealth, as materialistic as it sound, money speaks. I love travelling, seeing different people,culture and places. Thus the question is why did I not follow the journalist path? why did I not join World Vision? It's like Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, sometimes you are the angle, and sometimes you are the devil, but at the center of it, is the coward and lack of courage to go against the norm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-3197891495660367046?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/3197891495660367046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=3197891495660367046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3197891495660367046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3197891495660367046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-sat-there-with-him-4-years-ago-in.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7652389569194954760</id><published>2011-10-10T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T03:32:00.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this goodbye?</title><content type='html'>We begin the journey together, and we ended it together. There are lots of time that I feel that I won't be able to make it, especially when failures come in the way. And some that I share with, will know that I will tell them Sorry I won't be able to graduate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As multiple failures comes in this past 5 years, some that are known and some that I still kept away, as I did not want to make my family worry. I am thankful to those that stood by me during the hard time. Offering me their help and support and even till today. Let it be some tough love, that tell me off, or console me when am down. Thank you very much. They know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As "Permata Dunia" first played during orientation, it was also fitting the last song we sang during the convocation. The scene of friends holding each other, on the shoulder singing the song away, some holding back their tears, its a very powerful atmosphere filled with emotion. And it is&amp;nbsp;understandable as everyone spend 5 years together. Of course there is always a bond there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me personally, its a bitter-sweet time, and at the end of the day, I know I will miss this place and all the colourful characters that is the&amp;nbsp;pallets to my university&amp;nbsp;portrait.&amp;nbsp; As much as I always finding a way to get out or switch my university path, this place have taught me a lot. Maybe not in an engineering way, as I've forgotten lots of what I've studied, but I've learn a lot more than what the text book could ever offer. The value of friendship, and being away from home makes me appreciate home more. Of course I would have pay more attention to my studies if I could redo this all again. But looking foward, this weekend is probably the last time ever there will be this massive gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to know when will I will have a meal, or just chit chat with some of them, especially those who chose their path out of KL or those that you did not take the time to know them well, and during convo, your conversation with them is more than the period in this 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise and the dream of my parents have been fulfilled, as they wanted all their children to get a university degree. As my journey officially ended I will miss.... ( in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;E-1-B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The makan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;late night supper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;random movie&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the flexibility of going out anytime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skipping class especially when its raining at 8am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;early morning champion league football&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;badminton, smashing people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the nano permanent trio for assignment and exams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;weird by my FYP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pillow talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gossips/ scandals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indon food delivery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puchong Yong Tofu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;S.K hawker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last minute cramp for exams in library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last minute assignment dateline, where the next morning we are all like zombie but still energetic to go and eat wantan mee or dengkil chicken rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FCM ah Neh, that scold people who cuts queue when taking roti canai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lesser worries compare to working life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cyber tracker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the list continues.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7652389569194954760?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7652389569194954760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7652389569194954760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7652389569194954760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7652389569194954760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-begin-journey-together-and-we-ended.html' title='Is this goodbye?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-3197414374654382404</id><published>2011-08-21T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T03:59:16.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this real</title><content type='html'>The reality setting in, two month of officially working. I am now on the&amp;nbsp;threshold&amp;nbsp;of adulthood. Although there are still a lot to learn in the office, financially, its a bit far from settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss asked me and a few other in one of our&amp;nbsp;discussion, " Do you think you are at the level where you could afford a coffee from Starbucks?" To be honest, No I don think I am at that level yet. Even as a student, I did not step into Starbucks more than 10 times. But as you can see at the mall, majority of the customers are students or working class people. I do asked myself, "How can people afford it?" Not only Starbucks, due to the technology that we have today called Facebook I see lots having drink at fancy places like Library to have a pine of beer, how much does that cost? I am sure it is more than RM 5. So coming back to square one, "How people can afford it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, some of the possibilities are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is my pay that low? or it is just their pay is higher?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I just stingy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This can go on and on as there are numerous possibilities. But I feel that the best is, we ourself know what we want.Maybe its how they want their lifestyle is, after a hard day of work, its time to blow off some steam to enjoy with friends. This is a subjective issue, where there is no wrong or right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday and Tuesday I went down to Terengganu for work. It is one of the places that I would like to visit other than Penang before I started work, however, the circumstances does not allow me to. Although I went there with not the ideal purpose ( no offense boss, it is just that I would like to go there for holiday instead of work along with my frens). The road towards Terengganu is awesome, one should really have a drive there. Yes it is a 7-8 hours drive, but with the beautiful view especially the Rantau Abang stretch where you can see the beach all along the way, it just make it worth it. It is some of the things that I would like to share with my frens and love one if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of amazing things just behind our backyard, although sometimes it feels lonely to travel alone, I know I have an amazing travelling partner unfortunately she is 2 hours away. * Rindu...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-3197414374654382404?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/3197414374654382404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=3197414374654382404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3197414374654382404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3197414374654382404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/08/is-this-real.html' title='Is this real'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-8751759870400627023</id><published>2011-07-31T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:24:00.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negaraku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;July have been quite eventful for Malaysia. One common denominator is, Yellow or Kuning. First was the Bersih rally where the demand for 'Clean election'. I agree that election have to be clean. But how do we ensure it? It is still up in the air, people can argue till the cow come home, and still the&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;won't end I would say. In the end, those who lose the election will say its it dirty, and those who win, will say it fair. Regardless which political party. Isn't it natural human&amp;nbsp;behavior? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever it is, I find it&amp;nbsp;absurd that in the social media where right after the rally when the PM went to England to meet the Queen, claim that the queen wears yellow in support for the Bersih rally. Isn't yellow a royal colour? And visiting the Queen and also the Pope is not something you arrange overnight, as they are busy people. So the claim that the PM go overseas to avoid or clean up after the rally just doesn't make sense to me. However it is a mistake that the PM made when he says the rally can be held in a stadium but deny Stadium Merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have to hit people when they do wrong and we have to give big hands to them when they do something right. &amp;nbsp;Fair enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from that, where opinion are still divided, one event that unites all Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k85oWsKKmcQ/TjOxGn037XI/AAAAAAAADSk/G6UxuSW0SPU/s1600/IMG_0504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k85oWsKKmcQ/TjOxGn037XI/AAAAAAAADSk/G6UxuSW0SPU/s320/IMG_0504.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia vs Singapore for the 2014 World cup qualifiers. There have been a lot of buzz in Malaysian football lately. Especially after the SEA game, and AFC Suzuki cup triumph, plus the friendly with 3 EPL giant. Singapore or after Thursday match known as Singapura-pura is the traditional rival to Malaysia in football point of view. After watching them lose with quite a respectable scoreline to Liverpool, I bought the ticket. If they can play like how they did against Liverpool, Singapore are in for a beating. And the under 23 team just lose 1-0 to Chelsea. of course that is mainly because you have the best team in the country, back 3. The back 3 was from the Kelantan team. If only Rajagopal put his faith in the Kelantan player in the first leg. Why la play Khairul Fahmi in goal only in the 2nd leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufpUyb2E-Mw/TjOxLi11JnI/AAAAAAAADSo/EHJ1DejRgCA/s1600/IMG_0505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufpUyb2E-Mw/TjOxLi11JnI/AAAAAAAADSo/EHJ1DejRgCA/s320/IMG_0505.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because VVIP is better than VIP&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So off I went after work to Bukit Jalil stadium, prior to that, went to Subang to meet up with my dad and some of his friends who made their way from Penang. And we thank God we have this parking, else parking would b hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZNBEgr85o8/TjOxPSU1YQI/AAAAAAAADSs/s3YEj-ViHIU/s1600/IMG_0506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZNBEgr85o8/TjOxPSU1YQI/AAAAAAAADSs/s3YEj-ViHIU/s320/IMG_0506.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highway heading towards Bukit Jalil was full of Malaysia. I can see their car decorated with the &lt;i&gt;Jalur&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Gemilang. &lt;/i&gt;Also in the lrt where people either wear yellow or blue ( the night's kit). Vuvuzelas, horns, drum, all of it are brought to bring a carnival atmosphere and support the Harimau Malaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDyBiUMYm18/TjOxW-G416I/AAAAAAAADS0/Wk2lohNJb8o/s1600/IMG_0512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDyBiUMYm18/TjOxW-G416I/AAAAAAAADS0/Wk2lohNJb8o/s320/IMG_0512.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stadium was sandwich even as early as 8pm, there are no seat available. The crowd spill onto the walkway. The atmosphere was so tense until the Singapore enterence was guarded by police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLk4hJ8YR_U/TjOxc3DR4qI/AAAAAAAADS4/Qy_FPXuj360/s1600/IMG_0513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLk4hJ8YR_U/TjOxc3DR4qI/AAAAAAAADS4/Qy_FPXuj360/s320/IMG_0513.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The crowd was in a jovial mood before the kickoff. People are singing, and having positive and belive that Harimau Malaya could overturn the 2 goal deficit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMcLRKDORmQ/TjOxgrxrq8I/AAAAAAAADS8/Kucv5LqWSB0/s1600/IMG_0514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMcLRKDORmQ/TjOxgrxrq8I/AAAAAAAADS8/Kucv5LqWSB0/s320/IMG_0514.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuvuzelas and horns are blown while the players are warming up... until..... singaporean clown try to push their luck, where 3 of them walk into the Malaysian side of crowd. It could be a similar incident of the Man Utd fan that walks into the Liverpool training session. The crowd waste no time jeering and boo-ing them. Until they leave immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HS4dh85INcA/TjOxoZHGueI/AAAAAAAADTE/-_aXVnt1DrA/s1600/IMG_0517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HS4dh85INcA/TjOxoZHGueI/AAAAAAAADTE/-_aXVnt1DrA/s320/IMG_0517.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When both teams are out, the Singapore national&amp;nbsp;anthem plays in the air, however the crowd boo and the horn are honking until you can't really hear the national anthem. It is then proceed with Negaraku. It is one of the loudest Negaraku I've ever heard. Everyone was singing their heart out. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q430_fVacwM/TjOxBDPmySI/AAAAAAAADSg/z5ImH0Dl7r4/s1600/IMG_0519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q430_fVacwM/TjOxBDPmySI/AAAAAAAADSg/z5ImH0Dl7r4/s320/IMG_0519.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Although the team lost on aggregate. But looking at the bigger picture I think we have already won before the kick off. When the national anthem was playing, man, woman , children even disable people come and support the national team and sang Negaraku loudly and proudly. Regardless the event at early of the month that divided the nation from various political thinking, here through sport, it is just an epitome on how Malaysia should be, united as one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-8751759870400627023?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/8751759870400627023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=8751759870400627023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8751759870400627023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8751759870400627023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/07/negaraku.html' title='Negaraku'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k85oWsKKmcQ/TjOxGn037XI/AAAAAAAADSk/G6UxuSW0SPU/s72-c/IMG_0504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1149943764692827391</id><published>2011-06-29T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T09:30:06.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new chapter</title><content type='html'>They say &amp;nbsp;"we don't appreciate things till its gone" I find it very true. However the great irony is that when we have it, let it be a person or an experience, we wish that we don't have it until its gone. Confuse? It's like how when we are in school and we wish we are at home instead, but when school ends, we wish to be in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is not that us being ungretful with what we have, it is just natural for us as human to think that the grass is greener on the other side, but that is not always the case. I went back to my alma mater today to regrade my paper. I know I have a lot of room for improvement for all the subjects, no matter how much effort I put in, it is still not the right&amp;nbsp;recipe, but not for this particular subject, FYP. I put in a lot of my time, money and effort into this subject and I really hope to the regrading goes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I hope not to jinx it, today as I did not receive any phone call, I guess that indicates I have a clean bill of health and suppose to start my job on Friday. It is a transition phase for me and also for everyone else I would say. Most of my frens ( non MMU ) are surprised on how early I scout for my job, I do wish to have a longer break, but time wait for no man. I know I don't have such luxury to chill and wait my allowance to enter each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I think I get the job early, I also think that things around me or my fellow peers have moved lightyears ahead of me. I always admire 2 of my friends, they are the earliest of my frens that worked. One in Earnst &amp;amp; Young, another running his own company from his joint venture. What I admire most is their drive for work. Another thing that I felt move swiftly is marriage. Checking update on Fb, there are some already married and some are one the way. Even my good friend is getting marry a day after my convocation! Regardless the trend or some would say they would prefer to marry in their late 20's I guess when the question come, it just come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things, all so fast. My dream is to fly a plane, although watching Aircrash investigation shaken me a bit, other than that to go to rural area and do some&amp;nbsp;voluntarily job, as I feel donating do help but hands on would be more meaningful. I really would try to avoid to be a money-minded person, yes money is important however, there are lots of things in life than money. When you stop chasing for money, money will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will my first day be? The unknown is a scary place! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1149943764692827391?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1149943764692827391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1149943764692827391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1149943764692827391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1149943764692827391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-chapter.html' title='new chapter'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-5437678346950751732</id><published>2011-06-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:03:07.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MH- Malaysia Hospitality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When you took on a plane, to go anywhere from which ever airline, do you notice that each airlines have it's own tag. For example Air Asia (Malaysia) uses AK**** follows by the flight number. Emirates uses EK**** and Malaysia Airlines uses MH****, this MH is stands for Malaysia Hospitality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it marks the end of my eurotrip, I knew once I have landed on Kuala Lumpur International Airport tarmac, it is the brink of a new chapter in my life - working life. It is always on my mind to go on a eurotrip, to visit friends, as I might not be lucky enough to further my education abroad, it is nice of them to welcome me to the UK. The last time I went to europe, I was playing Daughtry's &amp;nbsp;Home, and the capt says something on the announcement, " We have landed in Kuala Lumpur International Airport, on behalf of the cabin crew I would like to welcome you to Malaysia, and for the Malaysian, Welcome home"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember it, because it is significant. This time, as I visited a few places and meet a few faces, I believe that well home (Malaysia) &amp;nbsp;is always the place I feel comfortable with. As I speak to a few people, they got nothing but praise towards Malaysia, some have been here for a few time, some even says that " I am not lucky enough to visit there yet" Makes me wonder sometimes, why we Malaysian are the one that bashing our country while others have nothing but praise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2N3BP4wXss/TgYAxzYt0-I/AAAAAAAADSQ/dN_czi-1F24/s1600/IMG_0079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2N3BP4wXss/TgYAxzYt0-I/AAAAAAAADSQ/dN_czi-1F24/s320/IMG_0079.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Ezman exactly where Vidic and Rio Ferdinand seats&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp1OoNmWPPk/TgYB9tDQwBI/AAAAAAAADSY/HVwvJwtZgII/s1600/IMG_0168%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp1OoNmWPPk/TgYB9tDQwBI/AAAAAAAADSY/HVwvJwtZgII/s320/IMG_0168%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ms.Chew at Leicester Square, London&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8OdqMRD6Yw/TgYCXXXBA3I/AAAAAAAADSc/Wb4_anVGC9g/s1600/IMG_0145%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8OdqMRD6Yw/TgYCXXXBA3I/AAAAAAAADSc/Wb4_anVGC9g/s320/IMG_0145%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner before Pei Ling went back to Nottingham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When friends do things like opening their door for you for&amp;nbsp;accommodation&amp;nbsp;and provide hospitality, coming all the way from other state to meet up with you, and some took time off from boy friend just to take you round town. I would say I am lucky to have these friends. &amp;nbsp;Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-5437678346950751732?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/5437678346950751732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=5437678346950751732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5437678346950751732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5437678346950751732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/06/mh-malaysia-hospitality.html' title='MH- Malaysia Hospitality'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2N3BP4wXss/TgYAxzYt0-I/AAAAAAAADSQ/dN_czi-1F24/s72-c/IMG_0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1959464605945370875</id><published>2011-05-27T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:24:53.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so whats the decision?</title><content type='html'>As the dawn sets, is time to move on. Although it is hard to say goodbye. Saying goodbye for something, and people that are around you for so long. Rather it is bad or good times. 5 years together is really something. I personally doesn't want the day to come, but like all things in life, there will be a time to say goodbye. When the actual day come, photos around campus provides hard memories, of where we were, although the longest lasting memories will be stored deep inside the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we move on, each to own path... some already found job months ago, as we all want to be at the top, there are no electronics company around other than the blue company. So I can't really believe it that I completed my studies in engineering ( hopefully the finals goes well), joining it with such reluctant. I did struggle, and end up losing my sight to my ultimate goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots that expected me to join and take over in Penang, but I feel it is not the time yet. Although I don't rule out the possibilities. There are lots of jobs that I have applied, at many various places around Malaysia. Not much replied as I did not meet their requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week is quite tough for me personally. Deciding where to work, need to balance the payment, the family, friends, girlfriend, and the job scope all play a role in my decision. But as a fresh graduate, I know I can't be so picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call that night when I was on my way to the airport, asking me to go to SJMC (Subang Jaya Medical Center), mom situation getting worst from that morning. I can't panic and ruin it for everyone. When I reach cyberjaya to pack, the situation at the hospital was stable. So I decided to go the next day as visiting hours have already long passed. The first thing in the morning I left E-1-B for the very last time, but there is not much time for a mix feeling as my focus is just to go to the hospital as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was invited to interview in Melaka, a semiconductor company quite well known to the local there. They turn me down citing I can't convince them I would stay there for a long haul. I personally don't like to accept any sort of rejection. But the capital H-I-M have bigger plans for me I think, as at the same time I was having a family emergency. Despite all that I still attend the interview, if that does not satisfied them, then be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emergency, really shifted my attention to the family. I know I was away and wanting to spend time with friends, but the transition is so fast. I take it as a sign that I have to be here, in KL. The failure in Melaka further enhance the&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;that I have to be here to look out for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1959464605945370875?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1959464605945370875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1959464605945370875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1959464605945370875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1959464605945370875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-whats-decision.html' title='so whats the decision?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1820324643004881614</id><published>2011-05-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T12:26:03.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--prdaKabIQ0/TdQULXpr2jI/AAAAAAAADSI/iruJvTtq8yo/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--prdaKabIQ0/TdQULXpr2jI/AAAAAAAADSI/iruJvTtq8yo/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is all over. The final exam marks the real final exam. not just for the semester, not just the academic year, but final for good, provided I passed the paper. As the curtain come down, and the clock is ticking when I wrote my last answer, the song ' am coming home, am coming home, tell the world am coming home' plays on my head. You know when you watch a drama, when a person about to leave, his/her whole life flashed back in an instant? All the memories I had here flashed back to me as I put down my pen, and waited for the examiner to collect my answer docket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vs-BW-387V8/TdQUD0MCkDI/AAAAAAAADSE/wogQVvJD0Ew/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vs-BW-387V8/TdQUD0MCkDI/AAAAAAAADSE/wogQVvJD0Ew/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-1-B have a lots of good and bad memories. At first, I wasn't suppose to be staying here at the first place as I was promised a room somewhere else until the tenant changed their mind. Although there are some bad period in the house, most of the period after those bad influence are removed went smoothly. My housemates, I wish you all well, and I know all of them will do well once they leave. As some will fly to Korea, some are working for the some of the top companies around. I am glad to have these housemates, although some that I did not spend much time with. But come FYP season, we have people to consult to for programming problem, and we converted our living hall into a real life lab, where soldering, chemical etching and etc can all be done. So regardless you are doing software or hardware, there are ppl you can consult to. We had our farewell few weeks ago at 'Tasty Pot'. I really do hope one day we can meet up again at this place we call home for the past 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for MMU, well I guess I experience almost all of it. Thinking of how much fun I going to have, bbq-ing and doing all that activities at the inital place I suppose to stay, makes me dropped the question during the exams during my cadet interview, at my Alpha year. All because I don't wanna missed out on all the good time that I potentially have over in Cyber.Do I regret it? sometimes yes, especially when am lost doing engineering.but the memories do compensate it a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For exams in MMU, I seat for all of it. The supp, the repeat, the full mark for coursework and still fail due to brain black out, the perfect score for coursework, synthesizing something for the first time in the uni, the collaboration with industry, the overseas trip representing the university.. yes the ups and down, all but one - the dean's list. Work hard, I have. Yet I still not sure why I still can't score. &amp;nbsp;I guess this is the challenge, for me to pick myself up from failure. Things goes really smoothly throughout high school and primary, just this 5 year had been challenging, academically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for frens, after leaving its like pressing the 'restart' button from 5 years ago, where now everyone goes back to their hometown again. but this time, we know each other. Thus going to other states, now we have friends to call. Although things will change for obvious reason, the person you see everyday might not be around, or the person you sleep in the same room, that first person that you saw when you get up, might not be there anymore, or the person you always have meal with, the next time you will probably eat your lunch alone, or with new and unfamiliar faces. Thats the reality. As my time comes to an end here, I do not wish it to end, as there are not enough time spend with each and every individual. But then again thats fact and reality that I have to face. Leaving with a heavy heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1820324643004881614?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1820324643004881614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1820324643004881614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1820324643004881614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1820324643004881614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/05/leaving.html' title='leaving'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--prdaKabIQ0/TdQULXpr2jI/AAAAAAAADSI/iruJvTtq8yo/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-3405968970323288333</id><published>2011-05-08T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T07:40:02.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwDJQjQoLIU/TcajrzngvNI/AAAAAAAADR8/aRLNK19aK28/s1600/222355_10150172972952075_634337074_6968354_1569034_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwDJQjQoLIU/TcajrzngvNI/AAAAAAAADR8/aRLNK19aK28/s400/222355_10150172972952075_634337074_6968354_1569034_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;went to this little girl birthday last weekend, she turn 2. she is the daughter of my cousin. the first among my cousin to have kids. There are few kids playing around, watching the cartoon on the tv. I think to myself I never have any sort of party for my birthday when I was at her age, not even a simple one, although we do celebrate among family members. Went to the happiest place for kids in Malaysia - Toys R Us. Got her a set of masak-masak toys and the toys today are so much different from my time. She fed me with panda cookies, and that worth every single cent of the gift. A sweet gesture, as she are quite the shy type. Days before, I received an SMS from my sister saying the girl got beaten by her nanny, till there are marks at the backside. In case anyone wondering, the nanny was a chinese from Cheras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UJ0FcVPqz0/TcakR6IitdI/AAAAAAAADSA/S0LmGClNfTc/s1600/Europe+129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UJ0FcVPqz0/TcakR6IitdI/AAAAAAAADSA/S0LmGClNfTc/s320/Europe+129.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is Mother's day. My first time having korean at Doraen if I spell it correctly. Personally I feel that my mom is a lucky lady. She have all her 3 children celebrating with her, and hopefully if I pass the paper on friday, her long time wish to have all her 3 children to graduate from university will come true, as she is not that lucky during her time, not being able to further her study. But there I will always remember 2 person when it comes to Mother's day. The other person, my nanny. As both of my parents are working to put meal on the table, this nanny look out for me when I was young. She operates the canteen at the railway station when we were at Kuala Krai, Kelantan. She is quite a successful&amp;nbsp;entrepreneur in a own right. Those mak cik that need a loan would go to her to pawn their&amp;nbsp;jeweleries. She trusted me, she guide me using her nice china when she cook. My parents are worries that I might break her nice set of china. But she reassure them that its alright.&amp;nbsp;Even though my memories during the time she was my nanny are now a bit hazy, but like the malay saying... " jasamu tetap dikenang". Sadly for her, her children are a bit naughty. &amp;nbsp;A few years back when I stop by to visit her during Chinese New Year, its sad to see she is not working for others, washing plates, fried banana. Due to the children, she as a parents suffers. Sometimes the world is not fair, how much she put in to take care of others children ( me) and yet why can't she get a good karma, live a good and simple life especially at such an old age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then moved to Segamat her kampung with her husband. Its sad that I can't visit her during my trip back on Chinese New Year. I wish I can share or chip in financially, but all I can do now is to sent her sms, during days like today to wish her Happy Mother's day. During dinner she sms me her address asking me and my family to visit.Its a mix emotion. I feel sad that what have happen to her, and yet happy to know that she still remember me. but the word is terharu, touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy mother's day to my mom and also my mom. both have brought me up to who I am today. Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-3405968970323288333?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/3405968970323288333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=3405968970323288333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3405968970323288333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3405968970323288333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwDJQjQoLIU/TcajrzngvNI/AAAAAAAADR8/aRLNK19aK28/s72-c/222355_10150172972952075_634337074_6968354_1569034_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-4568908053324148212</id><published>2011-04-20T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:53:21.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run baby run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I never was a runner. At school, I play football, basketball and badminton.Most of my close friends runs well, especially during the school's sport day. Most of them do sprint. I am not sure if its just mental or I cant physically run especially distance running, but sports like badminton, I could play for 10-20 minutes straight? but never running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So i sign up for the Energizer Night Race, just at the heat of the moment. Its an unique event,held at night and at SIC ( Sepang International Circuit), many people can saw they watch the Formula One from the grandstand, but not many can say they actually touch and go through the entire circuit. I also would just wanna spend some time with my friends. I know most of them practice running for the marathon. Some run at the school track, some at the gym, some at the street around campus. For me, I always think WTF I did sign up for 11km?! always after running the 1km stretch of straight road nearby Cyberia. And the actual race is 11 times more. I always curse myself for making such harsh decision without knowing my ability. Its like buying a shirt without measuring my size. Most of my friends that practice hard always improve on their time, and deep down I know I will be the last during the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, to think of it, such big events, for sure there are a lot more experience runner than myself. So I took my eye from the grand prize, and this race is not about competing for the main draw, or to compete among my friends. Its a race between me and myself. As I watch the Youtube video on the testimony of the runner especially the runner with the artificial leg, I keep on thinking what he said, "Dig Deep"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I went for Formula One the previous weekend, I notice from the first lap of the marathon that the route is hilly and sometimes flat. So I device a way, where I would only run when its down hill, because running uphill would consume more energy. From the flag off to the 2nd turn, I was already alone. I don't see any familiar faces around. At that moment as I approach the finishing line for the first lap, I really just feel like giving up. My legs are tired, I am thirsty, I never run so far before not even during my practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, somehow I just walk pass the finishing line to start my last lap, I continue walking and put on my I-pod. As SIC is located nearby the airport, I can hear the jet fuel burning as the plane starts to accelerate. A lot goes through my mind then, most are those things that might not go my way, in the past and also currently. Deep down, there are lots of&amp;nbsp;dissatisfaction. There are lots of things I would like to tell a lot of people, most are well not the nicest thing. I could write in my blog or post it on FB but I know, for sure there are people who will tell. I keep inside, brush it off to avoid friction. All these unhappiness I felt, motivates me to push on with my run, as I run my heart out, a sense of relived arise, just like how u shout your heart out when u feel frustrated. As I run and run, I started to walk as I felt tired, I felt someone tapping my on my shoulder, not its not the ghost, its Pei Se, it surprise me that she was behind me, as she always run in the gym. She run ahead as I was too tired to catch up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TXmQfCTasU/Ta8T52WhwZI/AAAAAAAADR4/AnWSPhiFAh4/s1600/IMG_0169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TXmQfCTasU/Ta8T52WhwZI/AAAAAAAADR4/AnWSPhiFAh4/s640/IMG_0169.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With the free Gatorade, I quench my thirst towards the last lap, I try to dramatize it with splashing it to my face like how you see it on TV. BAD IDEA! it sting my eyes, but not for long lah. As I see the finishing line, again Pei Se &amp;nbsp;tap me from behind and we finish the race together. As we cross the finishing line, we saw Jansen crossing it too. It really surprise me that I finish together with both of them, as both of them are one of the best runner among my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fNqpd-Lw2s/Ta8TzZWtvVI/AAAAAAAADR0/kGxGON6mk_k/s1600/IMG_0167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fNqpd-Lw2s/Ta8TzZWtvVI/AAAAAAAADR0/kGxGON6mk_k/s640/IMG_0167.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not bad lah for my first marathon. Although the organizer was bad. Marathon is a sort of thing that makes you push and push even when you just wanna give up, dig deep and its amazing how life experience let it be bad or good can overcome physical barrier. Mind over matter sort of thing. So its true what the speaker said, " Once you cross the finishing line, its a life changing moment". Can't wait for the medal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-4568908053324148212?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/4568908053324148212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=4568908053324148212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4568908053324148212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4568908053324148212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/04/run-baby-run.html' title='Run baby run!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TXmQfCTasU/Ta8T52WhwZI/AAAAAAAADR4/AnWSPhiFAh4/s72-c/IMG_0169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-5946194479074864175</id><published>2011-04-07T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:26:29.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>For the past two semester break, and semester I been spending my time for my Final Year Project. Time pass and I don even feel its like a new semester, as I work continuously throughout the break. Travelling up and down,the time, the cost, the energy. Past few days as I am writing my journal, I asked myself is it worth it? Sometimes working at a threshold of your limits and bang, get shot. Propose an idea, and bang get shot. Rushing at wee hours and submit first thing in the morning, and got shoot down again. It is destroying my morale, but I guess thats the real world ain't it? Results matters the most NOT how much effort you put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do envy when I go on Facebook to see few of my uni mates, either be going back hometown or go and unwind on various holiday destination, local and abroad. Most seems relax while I see myself struggling. But I guest this rant because I feel it sucks to get shot down consecutively time and time again. It like how you look at a person from the outside, thats all matters. It's almost 3.30 am. I guess I am just tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-5946194479074864175?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/5946194479074864175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=5946194479074864175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5946194479074864175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5946194479074864175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is it worth it?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1628195478081681255</id><published>2011-04-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:53:17.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke... relax just joking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are a lot of way to make people laugh,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jokes are normally would be one of the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are a lot type of joke,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the "knock knock" joke, the "why the chicken cross the road" joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or joke being told in a form of expression like "So cheaaaaaaap"- Kampung boy the musical or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in a way of sarcasm way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Pak Samad: "Itu anak aku, kau tahu kan?"&lt;br /&gt;Din: "Saya tahu Pak Samad."&lt;br /&gt;Pak Samad: "Cantik tak dia?"&lt;br /&gt;Din: "Lawa."&lt;br /&gt;Pak Samad: "Aku buat dia dalam masa 5 minit sahaja! Kau tak perlu setengah jam untuk buat benda yang cantik! Habiskan artikel kau tu sekarang juga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;But jokes like 'come close like a crystal structure?' or 'my life is a sinewave?' seriously wtf is that? or what shifted joke? &amp;nbsp;oh engineering student get some sense of humor will you? outside of the lab does anyone wanna &amp;nbsp;relate what is blue or red shifted is?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CtekEGTwdI/TZikHAd8FjI/AAAAAAAADRw/ZrikENvBkz4/s1600/190042_10150169858124948_518334947_8344826_8250786_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CtekEGTwdI/TZikHAd8FjI/AAAAAAAADRw/ZrikENvBkz4/s400/190042_10150169858124948_518334947_8344826_8250786_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Here, this is ladies shifted! with a high yield!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1628195478081681255?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1628195478081681255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1628195478081681255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1628195478081681255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1628195478081681255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/04/joke-relax-just-joking.html' title='Joke... relax just joking!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CtekEGTwdI/TZikHAd8FjI/AAAAAAAADRw/ZrikENvBkz4/s72-c/190042_10150169858124948_518334947_8344826_8250786_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-3487036941639254453</id><published>2011-03-30T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:00:58.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>They say good times won't last, although its true but nobody say about we won't be able to preserve the good times right? wish not to jinx things but things are good lately. Apart from hard time getting a job, and just being able to watch during badminton due to my injured arm. yes no doubt that there are lots of things to do, especially with the various dateline to meet. but to balance all that, we do need to have some fun too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srXwJsBC9Dc/TZMhWgA4J8I/AAAAAAAADRk/22snzD8PsM0/s1600/189700_10150169843824948_518334947_8344714_2330989_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srXwJsBC9Dc/TZMhWgA4J8I/AAAAAAAADRk/22snzD8PsM0/s640/189700_10150169843824948_518334947_8344714_2330989_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;St.Patrick's day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-twMQelAblMg/TZMiDRxfBuI/AAAAAAAADRo/cgc2wfqgbkU/s1600/IMG_0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-twMQelAblMg/TZMiDRxfBuI/AAAAAAAADRo/cgc2wfqgbkU/s640/IMG_0051.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tun Mahathir the musical&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jzurxJgv4Aw/TZMiU4nI_ZI/AAAAAAAADRs/5-fcyuuhfEM/s1600/196618_10150177199329948_518334947_8416724_65181_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jzurxJgv4Aw/TZMiU4nI_ZI/AAAAAAAADRs/5-fcyuuhfEM/s640/196618_10150177199329948_518334947_8416724_65181_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kampung Boy the musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Getting access to media passes to St.Pat's day was good due to the free food, and drinks. plus having a place to chill. Nobody ask you questions when you got the badge on. its like some sort of VIP. Although I am not much to a drinker (alcohol) but this is my first time going for St.Pat's day. Yes I know somehow somewhere there are sure more to St.Pat's day, the tradition etc... but there is enough of studying in the class and also for FYP to make me look out for the true meaning of it. Just wanna have fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to two musical. wow! At best, I only go to one musical each year, or maybe 2 years. But the first one was about our nation great leader. Regardless about the politics and all that jazz, if we look at it in a positive manner, the man have no doubt transform our country. Nobody is a saint to be perfect, but his contribution is something that cannot be deny. Plus one of my good friend also been working his butt off for the musical, so its nice to see what is he working on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night's musical on Kampung do hit close to home. It was mental! I could relate moving from a Kampung to a big town, leaving your friends, your house and all that. And not to forget the D-W-Y-L L-W-Y-D song, certainly hit hard inside. Full of laughter and emotion at the same time. Oh ya, nothing to complain about when we crash the party during the interval. Hey, how can you complain to free food? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My first concert ever! Glad its was Micheal Buble. I do heard a lot of comment on him being rubbish and singing other's song. But you like your stuff, and I like mine. They concert was mental! Although going there with one my good friend, rizal and it seems like we are like some gay couple as most of the people go there are couple. But like Buble said, " If you wanna dance, sing out loud, go ahead, because its a bloody big country and the chances of you meeting the person beside is low. It about enjoying youself" I certainly do till almost lost my voice, once the song "Home" started playing. Awesome &amp;nbsp;concert! And there are probably few singers that I actually willingly pay money for to attend their concert, Jane Monheit is the TOP of the list, and maybe Train. Sadly, they would only tour the states, most of the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can only wish that I have this much fun at the start of my uni life, although now it is almost come to an end. Playing badminton certainly do bring me back to the days when I used to play with my friends almost everyday. Hope to get my arm fix, and my stroke right again, plus my fitness. With that, what are the chances the old people have right? * hau lian talk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next UP! The Malaysia Formula one GP. Finally ever since Alpha that I was planning this with Meisiem. And MOST of the time, there are something up. But this year, with a seat at the main grandstand and a 3 day pass and an entrance for the RAIN concert. It sound awesome, and I hope it is awesome without anyone throwing tantrum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Energizer night race. I got no idea why oh why I did sign up for the 11km, or sign up for a marathon at the first place. Running is something that I did not excel with. On the bright side, its about conquering and pushing your mind. It will be tiring, no doubt. I hope this will instill the 'never say die' &amp;nbsp;attitude in me. Especially I am having a presentation 1 day after the race. As this presentation is important in several different level. Myself, as I really wanted to give an 'Obama' speech, and for my future, if the presentation goes well, it will be a value added to my CV.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can we really stop time? No as I found out while rushing for my FYP draft. I found that out the hard way. &amp;nbsp;As all will go to their separate ways soon, wish everyone well, and hope to have time like this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-3487036941639254453?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/3487036941639254453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=3487036941639254453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3487036941639254453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3487036941639254453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-times.html' title='good times'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srXwJsBC9Dc/TZMhWgA4J8I/AAAAAAAADRk/22snzD8PsM0/s72-c/189700_10150169843824948_518334947_8344714_2330989_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-6725450381952261648</id><published>2011-03-15T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T05:06:26.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disconnect to reconnect</title><content type='html'>Now hardly anyone is blogging anymore. Not much update and some even shut down blog site, possibly no-thanks to sites like tweeter. Back to the fundamentals, I start to blog to reconnect with my friends when I first enroll myself in MMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink here, blink there, now it is the final semester of my final year.Lots have happen. No doubt. Before this I am not confidence whenever people asked me when will I be done. My answer is always be 'hopefully' by June. No doubt the lack of confidence is due to my grades. However, I know that everytime during finals, I already gave my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Friday, the results was announce. It might not be good for others standard, but for me personally, it is an improvement. Spontaneously, Yee Kean over heard my cheer for joy. We went for breakfast, and as fast as social media is as Facebook, Chris gave a comment. Overwhelm by joy, I invited him along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we are, the 3 of us. Myself, Yee Kean, Chris. &amp;nbsp;Pops in my mind, that all 3 of us known each other ever since the first day of MMU as we are orientation group mates, but throughout the years, I can't recall 3 of us seating together for a meal. Maybe the lack of chemistry or for what ever reason 3 of us don't really hang out together as 3. But during breakfast is like how u meet an old friend. Of course there are moment of&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;silence, but old stories before this does provide the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met up with my high school friends. It used to be 5 of us. But as we grow older, each have their own path to follow. To my surprise that Raymond start talking to me on FB, he wanted to meet up with me and Amar, but I delay it to yesterday as I was occupied with the FYP and also Rizal is coming back. But a chance to reconnect with Ray after so many years of disconnection is something am glad to do. Its like the good old time we have during dinner. Although the topic is not like the topics before- girls. Now the topic is more related to career, politics and life. Unfortunately one of us decide to shun himself away from us. I do hope he will turn around and reach out trying to re-connect with us like how Raymond did. The best part of the night is that everyone seems to be doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we might be busy with our own thing, sometimes our friends might be busy with their own things too. Separation is something that none of us can avoid. Because we have our own little path to follow, we have our own interest and we have our own life. But I hope I would have more time or&amp;nbsp;opportunity&amp;nbsp;to re-connect again with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-6725450381952261648?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/6725450381952261648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=6725450381952261648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6725450381952261648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6725450381952261648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/03/disconnect-to-reconnect.html' title='disconnect to reconnect'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-2295396341770976480</id><published>2011-02-23T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T03:09:37.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post exam</title><content type='html'>The curtain for this semester come to a close, funnily am still at campus, hoping and literally praying that I can make at least some progress on my thesis. But hopefully this is the last semester break I will be spending here. As much as I am going to miss E-1-B, been here for 4 years, somehow the feeling of attachment will grow. Thick and thin, a lot of happy and sad memories are all stored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember someone asked me, "hey what year are you in now?" &amp;nbsp;at that time I was in my second year, not giving much to the alpha,beta etc year thing, I replied " epsilon"... &amp;nbsp;and the person asked "wow how can u survive so long here?!" Lynda, the person was you. And now you are going for internship next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the finals paper, I start to doubt myself if next semester &amp;nbsp;will be my last semester. The paper is quite tough even if the coursework mark is quite OK. 2 weeks of exams and also Chinese New Year passed by so fast, and here come this 2 weeks of so called semester break. Next, the new semester. The wait for the finals result is not quite the nicest of experience. What I have learn for this past 2 weeks is, life is quite&amp;nbsp;unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witness 2 person laptop was stole, one person's father passed away, another person's mother woke up from a coma, and my plans are hanging on a thin thread because of the finals. It shows that our life is fragile, even if we have tons of wonderful plans, but the outcome or the&amp;nbsp;implementation&amp;nbsp;might be different. Maybe for the better or maybe for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "The chicken doesn't know the egg will hatch or be an&amp;nbsp;omelette"&amp;nbsp;- 3 idiots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-2295396341770976480?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/2295396341770976480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=2295396341770976480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/2295396341770976480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/2295396341770976480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-exam.html' title='post exam'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7696438196586891454</id><published>2011-02-11T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T05:36:34.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 weeks all we have</title><content type='html'>13 weeks, looking at the academic calender its all the time I have in MMU. The first time I got the offer letter, I was not&amp;nbsp;ecstatic to say the very least, somehow my parents stood their ground and won't budge. After a blink of an eye its already almost time to say goodbye. Begin with the wrong steps, I hope to end it with the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chinese New Year almost come to an end. Being always with the 'whats next' attitude, I have several plans to do after ending my study here. I planned to sent in the job applications after Chinese New Year, somehow, let it be the lack of courage to figure out the unknown , waiting for other&amp;nbsp;opportunity, whatever it is, I felt reluctant to submit my applications. Although I have my preference, I learn not to rule out any possibilities, thus leaving me currently in a limbo, lost. At the same time, I just wanna enjoy and appreciate the moment I have left here, thus having a 'whats next' attitude does not go down well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having finals right after the Chinese New Year is just horrible timing to be honest. But is there any use really in complaining? I cut short my holiday and flew back early even though my paper is way at the end of the exam period. This year, a picture of a man is up upon a request of my grandma. The man is her late husband, my late grandpa. She requested me to put up his picture, I remember the picture. Its the one that I held during the funeral and also on the way back from the&amp;nbsp;crematorium. She also asked me to look at certain papers, whether if its still useful. Upon the pile of papers, I stumble upon grandpa's dead cert. Its been 8 years since he left us.Even though I can hardly speak to him due to my poor command of Cantonese, I always remember how he asked me to seat next to him to watch badminton or WWF RAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left us, mom really step up to the plate. Her attention diverted grandma, until today. Not failing to call her every night, even if we are on vacation. Although there is a point where I felt why she is not bothering bout me, or help me, but that feeling is just because I was bitter about not being enrolled in the flying school. I did confront her, but I guess I disappoint her when I did that. She felt that I was big enough to be independent, thus she pays more attention on grandma and also other cousins that need her attention. Now I do start to understand her more, and I know when the time comes, her attention will be on my cousins. Her aim is to help them especially with their educations for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its her birthday on the 19th and also my last paper. I hope to give her a dean's list as a gift. If that fails, I hope she don't mind a late gift with the degree cert. This what's motivate me. Happy early birthday mom. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7696438196586891454?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7696438196586891454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7696438196586891454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7696438196586891454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7696438196586891454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/02/13-weeks-all-we-have.html' title='13 weeks all we have'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7726415347517435242</id><published>2011-01-31T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:42:49.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>I see a&amp;nbsp;similarities&amp;nbsp;between Christmas and also CNY, because both also come down to the fundamental of gathering our loved ones together. Last Christmas I knew it will probably the last one most of my friends in MMU will shared together. Although some might still keep in touch but how many will still make time from busy working life is still unknown. Thus last Christmas I spend some time with few of my closest friend in MMU other than my time with my close family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For CNY, its more to a broader spectrum for me. This time it involve the immediate family, grandparents, aunty, uncles. Not knowing what will next year bring, I am not too sure if this will be the last time that I will take the car down to hometown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about hometown, I am not sure what to answer when people asked me that. Some will refer hometown as the place that they born, some is their kampung or where their grandparents are, and some will refer it as home, where their parents and siblings are. But for me, all of these are different places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me&amp;nbsp;rephrase is that this time am going back kampung, where my grandparents or to be more accurate where my grandmas are. But it will be like a drive back memory lane because I will passed by Kuala Krai where I was born and raise till standard 4 before I arrive at Wakaf Bahru where my grandmas are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY is a lot different already now compared to before. The uhm... is no longer there. Yes I do still anticipate the eve dinner or reunion dinner and then come the first day of the lunar new year, where MOST of the ang pau are collected, then what? It will b a boring spiral where everyone just watch Astro Wah Lai Thoi?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving a lot and staying far have kept me away from mingling with my cousins, and of course the language barrier and the same time with the age gap. As for the older cousin, some already are married and some will go to their friends place for new year visiting, but the younger one, let just say its a bit worrying looking at their trend. Am I being too old and not cool to groove with the young ones? or I see a bleak future for them. I wish I could communicate with them, try and make them understand the importance of education. And with education, it could help their family or at least improve the living of their parents. To be brutally honest, some of my uncles work like hard, doing job that physically demanding, but as age is catching up, how long more can they carry on? I wish my little cousins could understand this. Most of them are either in middle of secondary school or finishing primary school. It never too late to clean up their act and try to improve their grades. Although I am not the best qualified to talk about grades, however I feel getting themself enroll in higher education should be a priority and right now I feel I am the closest that could relate to them. But translating this into a manner that they would understand it seems like almost impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pre CNY celebration with friends however is &amp;nbsp;not so bad. Before going back hometown for some, and for me going to continue my FYP part 2, I took or we all took a break from all that project to have some outing to Istana Budaya to watch Mahathir the Musical 2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TUbQ17LsPsI/AAAAAAAADQo/i8OdSMZoknw/s1600/IMG_0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TUbQ17LsPsI/AAAAAAAADQo/i8OdSMZoknw/s320/IMG_0051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us with the Director&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TUbRU0IPYJI/AAAAAAAADQs/Z9uQL2IoL_I/s1600/IMG_0044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TUbRU0IPYJI/AAAAAAAADQs/Z9uQL2IoL_I/s320/IMG_0044.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls with their hero&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TUbUvX1xAZI/AAAAAAAADQw/lgg3o5_G5gQ/s1600/IMG_0054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TUbUvX1xAZI/AAAAAAAADQw/lgg3o5_G5gQ/s320/IMG_0054.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Northen good looks meet East Coast beauty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TUbU1aZEJuI/AAAAAAAADQ0/7-Jb5-4FZXQ/s1600/IMG_0053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TUbU1aZEJuI/AAAAAAAADQ0/7-Jb5-4FZXQ/s320/IMG_0053.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes the 'purposely fall' right Jansen?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A musical about one of the great leader in the region regardless what is your political point of view is, his contribution is something that nobody can ever deny. Although just 5 of us watching this, I feel its a good thing because all can communicate without any being left out. It was a good night, except for the after effect of the Petai and Ikan Bakar, which is a story for another day. Happy Chinese New Year everyone, may the prosperous luck and&amp;nbsp;abundance of joy hop into your life this new year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7726415347517435242?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7726415347517435242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7726415347517435242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7726415347517435242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7726415347517435242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TUbQ17LsPsI/AAAAAAAADQo/i8OdSMZoknw/s72-c/IMG_0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-6475210867693884968</id><published>2011-01-31T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:03:00.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenduri!</title><content type='html'>The first day of the year, lot of people are getting married due to the date of 1.1.11, a meaningful date probably saying that your are the one for me. I have an exciting news too that I received, where one of my close buddy, Amar is planning get engage to his girl friend later this year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thought that come to my mind is,&amp;nbsp;CONGRATULATIONS! as growing up with him since primary although we only get closer in secondary school, we always have a healthy competition to motivate each other, from exams to sports.Good time we have is during form 1 and 2 period where almost every day we played badminton right after school till late evening with another 2 friends of ours, and he used to be my partner. Now we do miss our&amp;nbsp;favorite sport, badminton.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the years although we went separate ways as he is studying in UKM and doing IT, and am in MMU doing engineering. We do still keep in touch to hang out, and of course sometimes its understandable that both are busy with our own thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing him with his current girlfriend, I know that my friend here is really into this girl compared to other girls he dated before. In my opinion age is not really a matter when it comes to wedding or love. What matters most is the mutual feeling, and to be realistic, financial independence is also key. &amp;nbsp;Some will marry 10-20 years their senior, some dated for 10 years, and married for 6 months and break up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of doubting a good news like a wedding, by asking question ' hey don't you think you are too young?' Am going into this, with the attitude of 'I am your man if you need anything'. He is my friend and I got his back. Congrats! Can't wait to dawn my Baju Melayu and KENDURI! and of course my role of sort of best man in the wedding need to be study, as this is a different culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7707243318286241369-6475210867693884968?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/6475210867693884968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=6475210867693884968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6475210867693884968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6475210867693884968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/01/kenduri.html' title='kenduri!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-5235128422732182004</id><published>2011-01-29T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T07:02:46.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>misconceptiton</title><content type='html'>I went to a wedding today at Komplek Tabung Haji. It was my mom's colleague holding a wedding for her children. Anyways, there are only a handful of non-muslim. A lady asked, what is the population of the non over in Kelantan? Probably around 6-7 % of the total I assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few moment in past few days questioning about Kelantan. So here is to separate the fact and fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; a CHINA-town. An area where they sell chinese food, and there is a CHINESE MARKET, where they sell non-halal goods like pork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gender segregation at school during my time. Similar to the school I attended in KL, we seat the same way, mix boys and girls in class and also at the canteen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Female &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wear anything they one including shorts. Especially the non muslim. People will look or stare maybe because you are hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This is the top 3 thing I got asked most. Especially in the mix gender interaction. The misconception that people there follow extreme islamic law is totally false. Of course boys and girls can interact, however of course there are boundaries too. Which is also logical to prevent in-moral activities. For example my friend Amar went to the town and another friend of ours, a girl bring him around town in her bike. They travel without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelantan don't really have a tourist attraction in my point of view or any main one, also there are not much of working&amp;nbsp;opportunity, thats why sometimes you can see there are lots of Kelantanese around KL. And when they met, regardless the race, most are like brothers and sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It don't have 2 Tesco,not a Maju Jaya state, no. It certainly not. But its home for us Kelantanese. Comfort zone. Good food and also peaceful place to be. I am looking forward to spend a few days there for CNY, but certainly won't be a place for me to consider to get a job. Being proud of being a Kelantanese is one thing, but at same time we are also realistic. I wish there a little bit more development there, but at the same time I don't really want anything to change over there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-5235128422732182004?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/5235128422732182004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=5235128422732182004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5235128422732182004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5235128422732182004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/01/misconceptiton.html' title='misconceptiton'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-8689379922593947283</id><published>2011-01-23T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:52:20.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How to start leh?Should say its been the longer hiatus I been away from blogging. &amp;nbsp;I could not find a better post than the previous one, but I got the urged to blog this time. Maybe is not the most appropriate of time as its just 6 a.m and people like Kok Jin just going to sleep, I know I have slides to do and need to compile it with the group a few hours more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As this semester coming to a close, certainly feels like a blink of an eye. Soon I have to say goodbye to everyone as everyone will walk their own &amp;nbsp;path. Knowing this, it makes me&amp;nbsp;appreciates the moment more. Yes I know I'll be busy with my FYP even before the start, I anticipate it and it won't be a walk in the park. But I can say I am the lucky one. Having 2 supervisors, yes sometimes you get double the scrutiny, double the work, double of everything, and in between the double critics, there also be double benefit for me to improve on my work. Travelling up and down to Melaka every Friday, and trying to make time for the family on Sunday, is not cheap if you count the cost, but it feels rewarding when you feel you have a balanced between, work and personal life, although sometimes you just need time for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So 2011 came, and its a beginning of a new decade and end of another one. A decade ago my friend asked me which girl should he choose, a senior or the girl similar age to us. Am glad that I told him to choose the one with similar age to us. They are together ever since. This decade probably one of the most memorable and also I could remember most, the sweet memories of high school, and memories of university, where I leave the nest and time to fly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But the previous decade when I was 0-10 years old, certainly played a role in building my foundation. Yes I still remember the park that I played in and the nanny who took care of me. I wish I could see her again as I would visit her every time I went back for CNY, but news is, she left town to go back to her hometown in Segamat. I can proudly say I am a Kelantanese, without hesitance when people asked where is my hometown. There is really nothing bad about brought up in an Islamic state. If ask any of my friends they would know I am a pro-government, however I think we can take a look at Kelantan if we really want to achieve 1 Malaysia. I really miss the integration between races. Here in KL, sometimes being expose too much or having too many opinion on things, have it bad side. Back there, we just accept. My house over there is just less than 50m from the mosque, what ever time they pray, we just accept it. As a quote from the song Hijau "Apakah gunanya kematangan fikiran?, bila di jiwa kita masih lagi muda dan mentah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But the most significant one should be the move to KL. It is just the 5 of us. Through hard time, through good time, it is just 5 of us. Nobody really did help, that makes us stronger.Raising 3 children in a metropolitan like KL is not really easy. There are lots of influence and lots of things can go wrong. Mixing with the wrong crowd, and its hard to make a U turn. I witness it myself when I see my friends today. Some I am still wondering why? Why did they not join me here.Money? There is always PTPTN. Deep down inside I just feel like it is just about the fame of joining private collage, which unfortunately they did not enroll either. But there is only So much you can do. I remember bringing them to cyberjaya open day. Ask the lecturer about the courses for them, and purchasing the form for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Witnessing how hard my family struggle, I understand the situation, its hard to digest watching the play station at the game shop in mid valley. I want it, but I know my parents can't afford it. Yes I want that Nike shirt, but Nike is not cheap.There is always limitation, and if I asked for more, I am not sure if I would get it, but at the same time I know I will hurt my parents feeling because they could not afford it. To put things in perspective, Rm 10 can buy lunch for the whole family in Kelantan, over in KL, it can't even get you a Prosperity set. So with the same salary, imagine living in KL with 3 children that is growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But today although we are just slightly better, people look at us differently. I don't really like that. If you say you come from a small town, I could relate, if you say you are broke, I could relate.If you say you are rich I can't relate but I have richer friends. All the success of the family I should say its owed to my parents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TTyjUDwh2cI/AAAAAAAADQk/178v2-mzoaU/s1600/163213_492159762074_634337074_6199202_4287618_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TTyjUDwh2cI/AAAAAAAADQk/178v2-mzoaU/s640/163213_492159762074_634337074_6199202_4287618_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the year for me to work, I would like to follow my parents footstep, and leave the nest. Although the grass is not always greener on the other side, but there are whole lots of experience to gain from, for good or for bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will this decade have installed for me? Work? Travel? Marriage? Kids? Only way to conclude this is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'We propose, God dispose'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-8689379922593947283?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/8689379922593947283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=8689379922593947283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8689379922593947283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8689379922593947283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2011/01/decade.html' title='A decade'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TTyjUDwh2cI/AAAAAAAADQk/178v2-mzoaU/s72-c/163213_492159762074_634337074_6199202_4287618_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-3981860991352590060</id><published>2010-12-07T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T05:29:08.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha,Bravo,Tango</title><content type='html'>(Insert,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6TleFKR-SQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Triumph in the sky&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;theme song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 4th December 2010&lt;br /&gt;Weather forecast: Slightly cloudy with temperature at 30 degree celcius&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 0800&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Lapangan Terbang Sultan Abdul Aziz Shah, Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP3ygv72G0I/AAAAAAAADO0/bttUBQ1pWbM/s1600/P1060666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP3ygv72G0I/AAAAAAAADO0/bttUBQ1pWbM/s640/P1060666.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 0715, depart to airport. Receive a SMS from Alice stated that the ground crew is all set for the flight at 0800. Punctuality is very important generally for everyone as it is a good habit to have, but is one of the main&amp;nbsp;criteria in being a pilot, especially a commercial airline pilot. As delay means lost of time, which translate into lost of revenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP31P8qtTPI/AAAAAAAADO4/oSMdtTTwlhw/s1600/P1060742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP31P8qtTPI/AAAAAAAADO4/oSMdtTTwlhw/s400/P1060742.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in time at the D'nest Aviation Hangar. It was a private hanger. There are also a few private jets, which own by local tycoons ( ask me in personal, later kata defamation). Pictures of those jets are not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP32RnCnUFI/AAAAAAAADO8/S2ScgXZaqxo/s1600/DSCN1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP32RnCnUFI/AAAAAAAADO8/S2ScgXZaqxo/s400/DSCN1005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP32RnCnUFI/AAAAAAAADO8/S2ScgXZaqxo/s1600/DSCN1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is one of my main concern as bad weather means cancellation of the flight. However the control tower will decide on how bad is the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP33y1qouDI/AAAAAAAADPA/TlaeoVP9TvY/s1600/P1060673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP33y1qouDI/AAAAAAAADPA/TlaeoVP9TvY/s320/P1060673.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having a pre-flight briefing, it drizzles. I fear for the worst. But the word from the control tower still is not out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP35kF5URAI/AAAAAAAADPE/F9SVWEUb98M/s1600/DSCN1009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP35kF5URAI/AAAAAAAADPE/F9SVWEUb98M/s640/DSCN1009.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the flight is ready after a complete routine check. Some of the checks are, the fuel level, check if the flaps are operating perfectly. It seems smaller than I imagine. But this is the size of a two seater Cessna. Together with me in the flight is Capt.Bernand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP37E77zfzI/AAAAAAAADPI/bqGsXa3Hcyg/s1600/DSCN1008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP37E77zfzI/AAAAAAAADPI/bqGsXa3Hcyg/s640/DSCN1008.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a bit nervous for the first time stepping into the aircraft. A certain procedure that I need to follow. Left leg to the support near the tyre, and right leg onto the cockpit. And I have to put on the headset before putting on the seat harness. It's a bit noisy once the engine is one. However, you hardly hear anything once the headset is on. You can only hear air traffic controller talking from the control tower and of course the person beside you talking through the mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP39M-LWx8I/AAAAAAAADPM/lYtmFyEr6Rw/s1600/P1060699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP39M-LWx8I/AAAAAAAADPM/lYtmFyEr6Rw/s640/P1060699.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go to the taxing to the main runway.One thing that is unique about an aircraft is that on land, all the movement is controlled by foot. By using the heel and the toe. Both foot will be on the pedal. To Turn left, the left pedal will be pressed and same goes to the right. To break, press down the pedal using the heel. To start the engine also is a bit different than the car. As airplane have two spark plugs. Thus first have to switch on the first then the second one then both. This flexibility is a safety feature. In case one of the spark plug is not working especially on air, there are still another one to ensure the aircraft can continue to fly or at least make an emergency landing. From the image, also notice that there are some water splash due to the rain. There are no windscreen. The water will automatically blow to the side due to the speed of the aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4BRcWjJXI/AAAAAAAADPU/y9Cz5yQBDSI/s1600/P1060697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4BRcWjJXI/AAAAAAAADPU/y9Cz5yQBDSI/s640/P1060697.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aircraft have two identical yoke (or the&amp;nbsp;steering wheel in cars). It will move exactly the same as the other one. There are also a few things that always need to keep an eye one, like the speed, the&amp;nbsp;altitude meter. There is also an instrument to guide the pilot to return to the airport in case of poor visibility. Notice the orange-ish display together with the knob. Each airport have its own code, which will act as a navigator for the pilot to return to the airport. Thus, trusting the instrument is also important in being a pilot.The red button at the yoke is NOT to fire&amp;nbsp;missile. It is to communicate with the control tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4D93Et_OI/AAAAAAAADPY/P9l2S2FXIOI/s1600/P1060705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4D93Et_OI/AAAAAAAADPY/P9l2S2FXIOI/s640/P1060705.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Falcon one requesting for take off on runway 33", everything goes wow from that moment on. However my heart sank a bit when our flight plan have changed towards Selangor/ Shah Alam side instead of the KL town side due to the bad weather in KL. While waiting to take off, we have to wait for this Firefly aircraft to take off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4HxE4P7KI/AAAAAAAADPg/CMReTYdObxA/s1600/P1060710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4HxE4P7KI/AAAAAAAADPg/CMReTYdObxA/s400/P1060710.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The take off is like no commercial airline take off. It was so smooth you are not taken a back to your seats. The speed during take off was about 70-80 km/h. This is when we are climbing around 2000 feet and still climbing to 5000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4Jawrg5mI/AAAAAAAADPk/KnSjjYJuBKg/s1600/P1060716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4Jawrg5mI/AAAAAAAADPk/KnSjjYJuBKg/s640/P1060716.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the moment that I've been waiting for arrived. "You have control" said my co-pilot. "I have control" I replied.Travelling around 80-90 knots, or around 300 km/h it seems quite slow inside the cockpit. Until I see another aircraft which was quite fast. According to my co-pilot, thats approximately similar speed that we are travelling in. The yoke was quite sensitive, and I was advice to hold it gently like holding a baby. I was flying the aircraft, finally. This is what I wanted all this while ever since small. The feeling was amazing. Although its not long till we have to turn back, as we almost reach Kuala Selangor/ Teluk Intan area. I did the right hand turn onto the cloud and in no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4Ni3OkzhI/AAAAAAAADPo/-eyqm0TUUAo/s1600/P1060729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4Ni3OkzhI/AAAAAAAADPo/-eyqm0TUUAo/s400/P1060729.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah Alam stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP40Z4xZ1xI/AAAAAAAADQY/7Wqjx4wiZgk/s1600/P1060732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP40Z4xZ1xI/AAAAAAAADQY/7Wqjx4wiZgk/s640/P1060732.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Falcon one, requesting for landing, runway 33, left turn"&amp;nbsp;The landing again was amazing. Don't feel a thing. Was a smooth landing. Sadly that's the end of my adventure up in the air for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4VniA00VI/AAAAAAAADQQ/_Gsv9DL4ZZY/s1600/P1060735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4VLjak4VI/AAAAAAAADQM/2-W_Zki1iAM/s1600/P1060734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4VLjak4VI/AAAAAAAADQM/2-W_Zki1iAM/s640/P1060734.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4Uz5KrNgI/AAAAAAAADQI/ofmQjeSMjJs/s1600/P1060732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thats it for the day. Thank you for flying with Air....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4WI9kUPuI/AAAAAAAADQU/CnouK1zyDQM/s1600/P1060736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4WI9kUPuI/AAAAAAAADQU/CnouK1zyDQM/s640/P1060736.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was greeted by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4UBayL1nI/AAAAAAAADQA/x4Tez4ENPY4/s1600/P1060738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP4UBayL1nI/AAAAAAAADQA/x4Tez4ENPY4/s640/P1060738.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good job Capt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/7707243318286241369-3981860991352590060?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/3981860991352590060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=3981860991352590060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3981860991352590060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3981860991352590060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/12/alphabravotango.html' title='Alpha,Bravo,Tango'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TP3ygv72G0I/AAAAAAAADO0/bttUBQ1pWbM/s72-c/P1060666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-2705677514399775679</id><published>2010-12-03T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T01:40:40.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost 22</title><content type='html'>This is probably the last post that I am going to post at 21. In a few hours when the clock strike 12, and I turn 22. 21 is normally associated with "independent". Parents supposedly give the key to their children to go on live their life.But what does 22 mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recapping back at 21, I earn a newer degree of "independent" &amp;nbsp;when I got my first car.The term "my" here refer to me as the owner of the car, legally. Why I say this? because on one incident that I recall, a so called casanova tried to impress a girl. He went to the girl house, call her out of the house asking the girl " hey do u wanna go for a ride in MY car?" It was a BMW. However the girl decline and in the end, it was not his car, it is his father's company car.&amp;nbsp;Embarrassing ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However owning a car have it pros and cons, where you really have to tighten your belt, in my case. To&amp;nbsp;accommodate extra expenses like fuel and toll when at the same time having a fixed allowance. And of course trying to get a job as soon as possible to serve the car loan. But on the bright side, you can go anywhere at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owning a car also taught me a lesson.Just like the song " Forget you". As some might know the incident during beta year where a female class mate ask me out because she initially thought that I own a car. But after coming clean, she distance her self. This just shows how easy and shallow people can be and caught up in the material world. But for the record, I won't fetch her even then if I own a car or even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count my blessing and really thankful for the car, which is also the blood and sweat of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the dinner at Tenji last night, to be perfectly honest and frank,it would not surprise me if thats probably the last time for my birthday celebration with everyone around. This is because after June, some might work in KL, some will be in Kulim, some in Penang, everyone will be scattered around having their own job and pursing the career. But thank you very much for the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 6 months more to go, I am not sure where I will work and based on what that I will apply the job.Like for some already decided where they wanna work, let it be because to be near with the girlfriend, some already got offered a job, while there are also having superstar status where company will come look for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I hope is the year gets better and better as we might not know what is going to happen at every junction of this road we call life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-2705677514399775679?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/2705677514399775679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=2705677514399775679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/2705677514399775679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/2705677514399775679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-22.html' title='almost 22'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-4681344900706633550</id><published>2010-11-18T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:23:32.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear friends,</title><content type='html'>Went for dinner. This time with I guess could say with some of the people who are around me, especially in my down time, but at same time I feel bad for not able to include them in my activities as frequent as I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the friends that who stood by me, when I was down n out in Uni, especially when the time I was been told off by some people, they are the one who advice me not to retaliate as I would like to, they also would tell me to my face on the screw up I made. During the period when I broke up, they too are the one that would accompany me for lunch and for jogs. Yes, I remember, although I might seems to occupy my time with other group of friends, but I never forget especially those who are kind and give me a listening ear whenever I need to rant. Yes we also have some hard time during our assignment, but one thing that make me glad is, there are no hard feeling after the assignment is done.There are no grudge, and things are back to normal after the task is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time in Uni is limited and is coming to an end, am glad to spend some time tonight to have some dinner a small chat to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TOVSDMXgNjI/AAAAAAAADOw/5_cRIxHY7wA/s1600/DSC00301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TOVSDMXgNjI/AAAAAAAADOw/5_cRIxHY7wA/s640/DSC00301.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this picture will be in our memories, Eddy Burger, 4 December 2006 at 9.49 pm, right after studying in the library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-4681344900706633550?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/4681344900706633550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=4681344900706633550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4681344900706633550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4681344900706633550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-friends.html' title='Dear friends,'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TOVSDMXgNjI/AAAAAAAADOw/5_cRIxHY7wA/s72-c/DSC00301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1501396959341448831</id><published>2010-11-18T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T04:04:34.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>week</title><content type='html'>*Gulp Gulp * there goes down my throat Sunkish Orange Juice, noticed that I have to finish my stuff in the fridge.We have a small fridge here in Cyberjaya, or perhaps a medium size. Everyone have to tolerate each other so that everyone have some space in the fridge.&amp;nbsp;This time next year, will I see everyone is the house? will the situation be as status quo? I doubt it. The reality everyone will find a job and do their own things, and perhaps most of my housemate from the north will go back home and work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood outside is a typical cyberjaya, a super hot and humid evening and it ends with a beautiful sunset conquering the sky leading to dust. There are 2 girls and 3 guys down at the tennis court, I bet they are taking Tennis this semester by judging on their practice for serving. I wonder how to talk and woo them, or this is something just out from the movies. Walking randomly into a place and woo the hot chics. I never witness it before or try it before. I gut feeling is just how Barney Stinson is&amp;nbsp;portrayed, and I don't think girl is that easy to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It been quite a week for myself. I stated on my previous post that with the FYP, come greater stress and with it, come a bigger way to de-stress. Being in the lab for almost a full month now on Friday and Saturday, juggling Sunday for family and time for myself. Its been quite a work out, or am just plain lazy, as some might have super human strength to do it all. Some of us might have the ability to not to go to class and still score, some are able to absorb what the lecturer like a leech sucking blood. Those what we called as "God of studies" but for normal mortal like me, reading and reading and reading still just got the rough picture without remembering it the next moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to de-stressing, I was treated to a musical masterclass by one of the top band in the 70's and 80's. Now their song will only be played if some fat ugly dude did a susan boyle on it or only on Valentine day. The aussie band called Air Supply. They are in town for their Love never ends tour in conjunction with their 35 years anniversary. They belted out their hits old and new like "lost in love", "all out of love" and "making love out of nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd in plenary hall @Klcc, goes wild, there are lots of aunty and uncle shouting "air supply I love you" This is perhaps this is their Backstreet boys of their generation. All in all, its a wicked time over there on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Wednesday is a public holiday, Tuesday is a very lazy day indeed, and also the arrival of my uncle and his family with my grandma, due to the school holiday. On wednesday was suppose to be a badminton match between me and my uncle, who plays badminton regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started while watching the Commenwealth game with my parents on TV when I asked my mom how does his brother (my uncle) play because he with his tummy in front if u know what I mean. Thus being free, my mom called him up instantly and he take it like Barney would, " its a challenge". My word being&amp;nbsp;misinterpreted into saying " he cant play because he is fat" wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the plan was off because they all decide to bring my grandma to jalan-jalan to Tanjung Sepat/Gold Coast Sepang. To be honest, am more looking &amp;nbsp;forward to the badminton match rather than the trip. I really would like to try how far is my skills, although playing in campus for the past 2 weeks, I notice that its been deteriorating. My defence is not as strong and also my killing is not as sharp. Plus none of my family member ever seen me playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there I was in the car off to Tg. Sepat for BKT, there are 2 type of BKT, the bak and the seafood one. By 9 a.m most of the food is already sold out. It is really a small town with just one main road. Thus you can find all in the same road. My sister also pre-ordered Hainan Pau, which supposedly quite famous, even the fat chinese guy with red face from HK that hosted food show also visited before. But personally, I won't drive this far for this Pau. Rather go to Jaya 33 for the dim sum for pau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was mushroom and linzhi farm and then to Arowana koropok factory. That produce various tapioca chip ( keropok ) product. Tasted the same, but somehow they have this huge ass picture of Jason from taste with Jason visited them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Sepang Gold Coast beach, its quite an exclusive area from rm 500 plus per night per person. Such rate, are not for people like us. Thus we stick to the beach, looking at the watch is just 1 P.m, we decide to go to Port Dickson. Sadly it was raining thus there are not much activity available. &amp;nbsp;Thus the chance to shoot a family member with paintball also dashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't prepared to enter the water with no extra clothes, my uncle asked me to accompany his children for banana boat but without the flipping into water, as the kids are scared. This is my second time in banana boat, this time I have to put a brave face to accompany the kids, and try to ensure their safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected trip, and at first not looking forward but seeing all have a good time certainly change things.Tomorrow another day at the lab and also Saturday.And hope to be back in time to bid them goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1501396959341448831?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1501396959341448831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1501396959341448831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1501396959341448831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1501396959341448831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/11/week.html' title='week'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-4582988807035468593</id><published>2010-11-09T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T05:26:19.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale Year</title><content type='html'>Final year Project, or FYP can be a signal for both bad and good depends on the point of view of each individual. It could mean the end of an era for an undergrad student, goodbye student life and helo hard labour. But it could also mean the freedom or independent, the time to take responsibility take care of our family and make a wonderful career which will bring us far in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless how it is interpreted, its a moutain to climb to complete the FYP. Its a shame really that most of us can't enjoy the few last days or semester in the university due to the rush and various datelines by this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal level, there are a few trade off in my FYP, the bad side is to travel to Melaka every Friday and Saturday to conduct experiments, and having two supervisor, one in Melaka and another in Cyberjaya, where both supervisor have vast knowledge and keep on pushing my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, having 2 bosses means double the headache, and travelling down there on Friday right after my 11 a.m class and come back to KL on Saturday night just to make time for family day on Sundays, are quite tiring and not to mention expensive. However, its also good that both supervisor push my ass and due to their vast knowledge, there are not much of a margin that I could bullshit my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This juggling act sometimes really make me exhausted, at the same time, I too have to focus on my subjects in class other than the FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering week 4 and the month of November, its sad to see the monsoon have hit various part of Malaysia and causes flood in the northen region and also Kelantan. No matter how much I love year end, its a sad scene to see others lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holy month of December is also approaching really soon, right now, everything happens really quick, and you can even see raindeers outside of oldtown indicate Christmas is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say all work and no play make Jack a dull boy, but lately I feel the laziness in creeping in, and this jack have played a lot. Yes I have to admit, balancing is a must and my 'play' time I have allocated a few 'play time' like the comedy night at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell I guess, with so many work to do, I have to play big to release all or most of the work load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my project go smoothly, and there will be enough material to drill into. And at the same time, I could juggle time to spend my time with others rather than time with my computer replying mails to the supervisors and reading journal or doing revision, because I don't wanna look back and have regrets and at the same time my priority will be my project. Confused? Yes so am I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-4582988807035468593?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/4582988807035468593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=4582988807035468593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4582988807035468593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4582988807035468593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/11/finale-year.html' title='Finale Year'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-5925965208962742238</id><published>2010-10-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:54:45.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With Facebook, its rare for people to upload pictures on blog anymore. Hardly have any sleep and finger crossed, the proposal will be accepted. Its like been a tradition ever since MMU for me to lose sleep as nearer to the reopen of class. Previously as exam results are released, then now FYP is looming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As my proposal already been mail, all I can do now is to wait for the green light, which I really hope it's green. &amp;nbsp;However its easier said than done. Not to worry is not so easy to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These are some of the pictures from my recent trip to Bandung, Indonesia. Hope the good time are not wipe away with the stressful-ness of FYP and the new semester, as I hope to enter the new semester, a better person after few months away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcxuTsC-GI/AAAAAAAADK4/wSbzP1BabOY/s1600/DSC_4158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcxuTsC-GI/AAAAAAAADK4/wSbzP1BabOY/s640/DSC_4158.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spot the lightbulb&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcx2OVUNgI/AAAAAAAADLA/wYIgWhX_aVs/s1600/DSC_4233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcx2OVUNgI/AAAAAAAADLA/wYIgWhX_aVs/s400/DSC_4233.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The airport, ex air force base&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcx6-gucHI/AAAAAAAADLE/37mSgWTT30s/s640/DSC_4248.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcx6-gucHI/AAAAAAAADLE/37mSgWTT30s/s1600/DSC_4248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcx6-gucHI/AAAAAAAADLE/37mSgWTT30s/s1600/DSC_4248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcx_DVaqtI/AAAAAAAADLI/NT4gN4dl5kE/s1600/DSC_4249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcx_DVaqtI/AAAAAAAADLI/NT4gN4dl5kE/s400/DSC_4249.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the Ah Ma needs some loving too..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcyDr-vCNI/AAAAAAAADLM/ZIIlPaiPVoY/s1600/DSC_4259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcyDr-vCNI/AAAAAAAADLM/ZIIlPaiPVoY/s400/DSC_4259.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gunawan from Surabaya&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcyH1bdz0I/AAAAAAAADLQ/wCXpba3T2lE/s1600/DSC_4261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcyH1bdz0I/AAAAAAAADLQ/wCXpba3T2lE/s400/DSC_4261.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nuri Ang and husband from Jakarta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcyijp4yyI/AAAAAAAADLc/Og36ab7ovLg/s1600/DSC_4405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcyijp4yyI/AAAAAAAADLc/Og36ab7ovLg/s640/DSC_4405.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tea time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcynMkkS5I/AAAAAAAADLg/XP93fPAkvIc/s1600/DSC_4412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcynMkkS5I/AAAAAAAADLg/XP93fPAkvIc/s400/DSC_4412.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remind of little Genting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcyqNze0cI/AAAAAAAADLk/YuPWV8sv394/s1600/DSC_4418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcyqNze0cI/AAAAAAAADLk/YuPWV8sv394/s400/DSC_4418.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adding the&amp;nbsp;ambience's for romantic dinner&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcyzUJheMI/AAAAAAAADLs/2qRzPtqJU0U/s1600/DSC_4447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcyzUJheMI/AAAAAAAADLs/2qRzPtqJU0U/s400/DSC_4447.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finger foood&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcy4a1KRII/AAAAAAAADLw/mw1yEPXQRsE/s1600/DSC_4451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcy4a1KRII/AAAAAAAADLw/mw1yEPXQRsE/s640/DSC_4451.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pisang goreng with sugar or mint flavour chocolate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcy7RH3daI/AAAAAAAADL0/_42puTpoinQ/s1600/DSC_4342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcy7RH3daI/AAAAAAAADL0/_42puTpoinQ/s400/DSC_4342.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the Factory Outlet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcy-LHHcMI/AAAAAAAADL4/TVjsFd8kSww/s1600/DSC_4343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcy-LHHcMI/AAAAAAAADL4/TVjsFd8kSww/s320/DSC_4343.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it not by Perodua?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc1YuhaEvI/AAAAAAAADMQ/j9HVIIiKVNA/s1600/DSC_4348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc1YuhaEvI/AAAAAAAADMQ/j9HVIIiKVNA/s400/DSC_4348.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the Factory outlet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc1pTGlIAI/AAAAAAAADMU/9LrJWZDrPYI/s1600/DSC_4391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc1pTGlIAI/AAAAAAAADMU/9LrJWZDrPYI/s400/DSC_4391.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like your average mall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2UCCARQI/AAAAAAAADMc/q12___RwAKs/s1600/DSC_4485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2UCCARQI/AAAAAAAADMc/q12___RwAKs/s320/DSC_4485.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sister&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2ZiQUYxI/AAAAAAAADMg/ryw7QA2_lcg/s1600/DSC_4490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2ZiQUYxI/AAAAAAAADMg/ryw7QA2_lcg/s640/DSC_4490.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody for dinner, nasi padang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2fcHdxkI/AAAAAAAADMk/BD-SBac9P7I/s1600/DSC_4511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2fcHdxkI/AAAAAAAADMk/BD-SBac9P7I/s400/DSC_4511.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ordinary store but..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2iRy565I/AAAAAAAADMo/4Ka6jVcobjo/s1600/DSC_4514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2iRy565I/AAAAAAAADMo/4Ka6jVcobjo/s640/DSC_4514.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sells pisang goreng for 1000 each! - Rupiah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2mrItCHI/AAAAAAAADMs/EIrBCPMLdCE/s1600/DSC_4539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2mrItCHI/AAAAAAAADMs/EIrBCPMLdCE/s640/DSC_4539.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will be nice if the volcano erupt suddenly&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2rQT8tMI/AAAAAAAADMw/1Fog_pLNiEc/s1600/DSC_4546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2rQT8tMI/AAAAAAAADMw/1Fog_pLNiEc/s400/DSC_4546.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it is stated " Tangkuban Prahu"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2uZYY75I/AAAAAAAADM0/gaGMZ1azwAM/s1600/DSC_4563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2uZYY75I/AAAAAAAADM0/gaGMZ1azwAM/s640/DSC_4563.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food at the top of highland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2xULWzrI/AAAAAAAADM4/-RbZCjB1Qw4/s1600/DSC_4619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc2xULWzrI/AAAAAAAADM4/-RbZCjB1Qw4/s640/DSC_4619.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cold weather, its good to have Bakso&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc30frfezI/AAAAAAAADNA/oVdWaFi4mVw/s1600/DSC_4892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc30frfezI/AAAAAAAADNA/oVdWaFi4mVw/s640/DSC_4892.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pineapple street&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc336ReR5I/AAAAAAAADNE/NoDzXOqJK24/s1600/DSC_4893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc336ReR5I/AAAAAAAADNE/NoDzXOqJK24/s400/DSC_4893.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarawak Pineapple? please lah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc370IDwjI/AAAAAAAADNI/tEyi3u_pxds/s1600/DSC_4901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc370IDwjI/AAAAAAAADNI/tEyi3u_pxds/s640/DSC_4901.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the bees love it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc3_IGFKOI/AAAAAAAADNM/zwCi6GJb-ss/s1600/DSC_4915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc3_IGFKOI/AAAAAAAADNM/zwCi6GJb-ss/s400/DSC_4915.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ho liao!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc4C5xHQ4I/AAAAAAAADNQ/HOo9PjD6Z1M/s1600/DSC_4936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc4C5xHQ4I/AAAAAAAADNQ/HOo9PjD6Z1M/s400/DSC_4936.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner at Java Beans&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5BUuUkeI/AAAAAAAADNU/xhH5zf0r0vA/s1600/DSC_4939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5BUuUkeI/AAAAAAAADNU/xhH5zf0r0vA/s320/DSC_4939.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gunawan with wife and kid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7BkpnhWI/AAAAAAAADOA/r0JbEfp5aA8/s1600/DSC_5343And8more_tonemapped+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7BkpnhWI/AAAAAAAADOA/r0JbEfp5aA8/s640/DSC_5343And8more_tonemapped+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sawah padi?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7GMQIBzI/AAAAAAAADOE/AxMsmfQ_7p0/s1600/DSC_5383And8more_tonemapped+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7GMQIBzI/AAAAAAAADOE/AxMsmfQ_7p0/s640/DSC_5383And8more_tonemapped+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, but the view from this restaurant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7JVjO37I/AAAAAAAADOI/CGDnEH_e4xg/s1600/DSC_5400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7JVjO37I/AAAAAAAADOI/CGDnEH_e4xg/s400/DSC_5400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;model, because they are paid to pose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7NZBj2wI/AAAAAAAADOM/I3FDjW-PGbo/s1600/DSC_5475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7NZBj2wI/AAAAAAAADOM/I3FDjW-PGbo/s640/DSC_5475.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't no Heritage row, another Factory Outlet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7RhrJFFI/AAAAAAAADOQ/IheEmgx6YuU/s1600/DSC_5547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7RhrJFFI/AAAAAAAADOQ/IheEmgx6YuU/s400/DSC_5547.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the few theme Factory outlet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7WBRffOI/AAAAAAAADOU/ZIp1Aj-6_Qk/s1600/DSC_5548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7WBRffOI/AAAAAAAADOU/ZIp1Aj-6_Qk/s640/DSC_5548.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flying out from Cihampelas street&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7boFs2cI/AAAAAAAADOY/kcqllfQOQZA/s1600/DSC_5606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7boFs2cI/AAAAAAAADOY/kcqllfQOQZA/s640/DSC_5606.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course some modern building too&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7fitCHcI/AAAAAAAADOc/fWs8PRatx2U/s1600/DSC_5650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7fitCHcI/AAAAAAAADOc/fWs8PRatx2U/s640/DSC_5650.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No they don't just sell Tarzan suit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7leCgd-I/AAAAAAAADOg/8ZFPogevaJs/s1600/DSC_5689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7leCgd-I/AAAAAAAADOg/8ZFPogevaJs/s640/DSC_5689.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the place to visit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7oukJ7TI/AAAAAAAADOk/zism0Job7_8/s1600/DSC_5706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc7oukJ7TI/AAAAAAAADOk/zism0Job7_8/s400/DSC_5706.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the most cincai van driver&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5hs5_msI/AAAAAAAADNc/em2DeXcskBY/s1600/DSC_4989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5hs5_msI/AAAAAAAADNc/em2DeXcskBY/s640/DSC_4989.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;some can't just behave&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5lzTdPiI/AAAAAAAADNg/_psITL6sgJE/s1600/DSC_4993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5lzTdPiI/AAAAAAAADNg/_psITL6sgJE/s400/DSC_4993.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the maternal side&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5q-01P_I/AAAAAAAADNk/vUEuLh_wvks/s1600/DSC_4999.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5q-01P_I/AAAAAAAADNk/vUEuLh_wvks/s640/DSC_4999.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kawah Putih ( read lah)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5uKXASDI/AAAAAAAADNo/Ly2708LDGq0/s1600/DSC_5006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5uKXASDI/AAAAAAAADNo/Ly2708LDGq0/s400/DSC_5006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bone chilling weather with warm water&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5yMd3MdI/AAAAAAAADNs/Jj88GJ-0uLw/s1600/DSC_5018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5yMd3MdI/AAAAAAAADNs/Jj88GJ-0uLw/s640/DSC_5018.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jump shot take #1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc53ZkgaJI/AAAAAAAADNw/v0T_TXsWCZs/s1600/DSC_5059And7more_tonemapped+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc53ZkgaJI/AAAAAAAADNw/v0T_TXsWCZs/s640/DSC_5059And7more_tonemapped+copy.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;its a crater, please don jump&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc550Sc2YI/AAAAAAAADN0/K6sHQLMHdYQ/s1600/DSC_5107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc550Sc2YI/AAAAAAAADN0/K6sHQLMHdYQ/s640/DSC_5107.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;talk too much, eat chili&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5-uVA0pI/AAAAAAAADN4/n-_1Z2noA7o/s1600/DSC_5136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLc5-uVA0pI/AAAAAAAADN4/n-_1Z2noA7o/s640/DSC_5136.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not lake Como, but good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLdDeLG4xvI/AAAAAAAADOs/8uVKPatj0tk/s1600/DSC_5716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLdDeLG4xvI/AAAAAAAADOs/8uVKPatj0tk/s1600/DSC_5716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the sun set, its time to say Goodbye..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-5925965208962742238?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/5925965208962742238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=5925965208962742238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5925965208962742238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5925965208962742238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/10/end.html' title='The end'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TLcxuTsC-GI/AAAAAAAADK4/wSbzP1BabOY/s72-c/DSC_4158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-5660284627380677912</id><published>2010-10-10T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T11:08:31.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love bug</title><content type='html'>This week mark the last week of my 20 weeks of 'holiday'. Internship is considered as holiday as there is not much of stress for me personally. It happens and its all natural with time, people change. Changes are unavoidable, all we can hope is people will change for the better, and still preserve what we like in them. But to sugar coat everything, is just not life, its more to fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although during this period I spend most my time with my family, I do notice changes in some of my friends via the CNN, facebook. Especially those who enter or let just say experience a different phase of their life- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Being in a Relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sweet really especially to see new couples, doing the oh-so-sweet, honey moon period. My hats off to them, and wish them the very best. Pop in Buble's Quando Quando Quando in the cd player, and you get the&amp;nbsp;goosebumps, on how the anticipation, building up. A period where the girl play hard to get ( jual mahal) and the guy trying the very best to get the girl's attention while all these while she know she have fallen for him and just waiting for him to seal the deal, while messing with his head to value his sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it happens to everyone, but maybe now its not the time for you, but its time for your friend, probably vice- versa later on. God creates everything in pair, and I belief that everyone will meet their match soon, even the fat and rough one or the slim and handsome one, regardless how you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who time have not arrived, I guess enjoy being single as being single is not as bad, although sometimes peer pressure come into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story I would like to share is on one of my best friend who is now dating this girl where they met in university. Before this girl there is another one, however they are having long distant relationship, as they girl is studying in Johore and he is in Bangi. He occasionally drive down to visit her, however their relationship hit some rough rocks, even to the extend of me getting 2-3 A.M call from the girl and the guy, the irony is, I never met this girl. For what ever reason, they broke up. At that time I can sense that my friend is really sad as he have strong feeling that this girl is 'the one'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he called me up with a more cheerful tone. He have met this new girl, his current gf. They seem very compatible, hanging out and sticking to each other like glue. Playing badminton ( which is his&amp;nbsp;favorite sport) and have late night supper at the 24 hours KFC in Kajang, (btw they have cheap bowling neraby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I met this girl. She seems friendly and the total opposite from his ex which is more alim ( strong in religious ). After a few more meeting with other friends, they seems to be in their own world as we watched. You know how it is, when there is like an invincible wall separating them and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not confront my friend this time, although most of the time I've been vocal towards him. Yes, at times it can be a bit annoying when everywhere we go, the girl will be there, there is no bro time. However, when I see it on his side, I guess he is lucky to have someone who love to spend time with his,not all couple would like to spend time with each other as some would still stick to the 'friends forever' thing, or they need 'time alone'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his good friend, I hope nothing but the best for him.Putting myself in his shoe, make me understand better And now, his girlfriend are part of the roaster when we all gather. Heck, we even pull off surprise party for him recently for his 22nd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson here is, our friends might change when they involve in a relationship. Their other half might appear to be more important that us, the friends. &amp;nbsp;But if we say we are their friend, don't we just wish all the best to them without being bitter about it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-5660284627380677912?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/5660284627380677912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=5660284627380677912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5660284627380677912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5660284627380677912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-bug.html' title='Love bug'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-4594151854199947730</id><published>2010-10-08T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:12:52.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Its been a while since I participate in Nuffnang competition, and this time the Movie Premier of "You Again" have really caught my eye as it is something I can relate to, on a personal level. Now I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;ld enough to look back and laugh at my mistakes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Young enough to look at the future"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;School have been the best time for me. Lots of fond memories there. However there is one that stand out from the rest or let just say one person that everyone is school will remember, perhaps for the wrong reason.His name goes by KKW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;KKW was my school mate throughout my primary and secondary school.He was quite intelligent on the academic side, however he was not liked by many due to his annoying attitude.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;We all hate those who always complain to their parents and their parents come to the school and make a big fuss.whinny baby that goes around and telling people stories. Well that is the case with KKW. But I have to admit that I was kinda naughty and a bit of the playful side when I was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;One memorable incident during primary school was when a girl found out that KKW's school uniform have yellow stain on the arm pit. Being naughty I add oil to the fire and almost everyone in school start giving him name "Garlic bread". The abuse he got that time was harsh and almost everyday and every person who bump into him &amp;nbsp;tease him. At one point when the mother came to the school gate and start to shout at me and my friend plus giving long lectures. This anger me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;In high school I thought that I would never see him again, but during the first day, the person who step in the class, and my heart goes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;" YOU AGAIN!"&lt;/span&gt;, but I got the same vibe from him as I was close to the girl that he has his eye on since primary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;During form 2, someone stole his personal diary from his bag. Inside he wrote some indecent thing that he wanted to do to some of the girls, his fantasy with his raging hormone grace the content of the diary.Not knowing who stole it, he pointed the finger at me, thus I was in a deep trouble. I imagine myself again getting long lectures from his mother. To avoid that I found the real culprit however it was too late to salvage my tarnished image.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Furious that I was, I asked a few friends for favor to get back at him. And one of them is a person who keep on complain to. so me and my friends walk into the class to get him. All 3 of us are furious because he is the tattletale who rat us out to the chemistry teacher, that we skip her class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TK7Ca5KwDdI/AAAAAAAADKw/LogDyI1TywQ/s1600/Picture+127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TK7Ca5KwDdI/AAAAAAAADKw/LogDyI1TywQ/s400/Picture+127.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Our punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;3 of us did something well, I am not sure its appropriate to even discuss it here. However, most of people in our batch still talk about it today. In no specific order, one of us hold his hand and another his legs, and another one open his zipper to flick our fingers, well the rest I leave it to your imagination. We got chased by a broom after that. Its like you leave an angry bull out of the cage when we release his hand and feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;After that incident, our feud ended. I guess both of us grown more matured. However, all the person that KKW have annoyed still remembers it and he is forever known as the tattletale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;After leaving school everyone goes their own way to Universities, some of us are already working. There is never a time when I catch up with my high school friends without discussing about KKW. Ask anyone from there, their reaction will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="poster" height="611" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/youagain_poster.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Whenever anyone met him. And we know he is always around a mini market nearby &amp;nbsp;his housing area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-4594151854199947730?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/4594151854199947730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=4594151854199947730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4594151854199947730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4594151854199947730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-again.html' title='You Again?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TK7Ca5KwDdI/AAAAAAAADKw/LogDyI1TywQ/s72-c/Picture+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-8044265601635060884</id><published>2010-10-06T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T09:26:15.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Van Java</title><content type='html'>Salam Siang pak dan ibu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saying goes all good things have to come to an end. As some might know I was away for a short trip last week. Its a 4 day trip to Indonesia.The road that is not taken have taken me to a less popular destination over there. When we mention about Indonesia most tourism would associate it with the island of Bali. However, my trip this time was to Bandung. A mix respond when I mention Bandung. " ha?! what to do there?" " got what there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I myself too have no idea what is there before I set foot. The idea was to bring both of my grandma for a short trip, a short trip as at their age, long flight might take a toll on them. And the same time Uncle Tony is having promotion for his flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubbed as Paris van Java, or Paris of Java (if my interpreting skill not wrong) I see why, as its the fashion capital of the Java island.There are lots of shop in downtown Bandung and also a lot of FO ( factory outlet). To say its fake, some item you can tell. but some maybe A class imitation and some are probably defect. However, the cloth is not that bad. Thus, its depend on how we see it. If its for me to say, its like how we go to the warehouse sale over here, except you don't need to berebut with others and the shop are way classy (its like a boutique). &amp;nbsp;In short, its a good place to shop and look out for clothes. And among the the countless FO, I singled out 'Secret' and 'Rumah Mode' to be the better ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At there, we are fortunate enough that our friends, Ibu Nuri and her husband Pak Andre from Jakarta and also Pak Gunawan and his wife and little daughter who flew down from Surabaya to be our host.Some of the perk is that the&amp;nbsp;entrance fee we could get 'discounts' as Indonesian get cheaper entrance fee. Also a local guide is always the best in my opinion rather than the commercial guide who is just focusing on cashing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first night, we were taken to the hill top overlooking the town of Bandung. It is a similar concept to our own little genting however, the place is less crowded, a more relaxed feel to it, as we have tea there. For lunch we had a local Sundanese food. The main&amp;nbsp;cuisine over here I have to say its either Sundanese or Nasi Padang. Other delicacies like street food are also available, for example Mie ( as how they spell it) Bakso, 'Internet' (Indo mee goreng and fried egg), ' Nasi goreng gila' ( fried rice with lots of ingredient) , pacel lele ( ikan keli goreng), Batagor ( deep fried tofu), Martabak ( something like our apam balik). There are also lots and lots of store at each corner selling fried banana,cucuk udang, fried ubi. Other than that, they are also famous for their brownies and Mollen ( bread like pastries with banana filling), the main top brands are Katika Sari and Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyRXc9hPnI/AAAAAAAADKU/odwSFSEZngU/s1600/39533_440274692074_634337074_5378468_2303086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyRXc9hPnI/AAAAAAAADKU/odwSFSEZngU/s320/39533_440274692074_634337074_5378468_2303086_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brownies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyRYTPnssI/AAAAAAAADKY/94jvBcxDNzI/s1600/64401_440274212074_634337074_5378466_5092495_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyRYTPnssI/AAAAAAAADKY/94jvBcxDNzI/s320/64401_440274212074_634337074_5378466_5092495_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mollen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The &amp;nbsp;next day we went outside of the town of Bandung,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKySA-iOdJI/AAAAAAAADKc/vvlgWLs3CH8/s1600/65199_441030937074_634337074_5391431_6196529_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKySA-iOdJI/AAAAAAAADKc/vvlgWLs3CH8/s400/65199_441030937074_634337074_5391431_6196529_n.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view of the place we went for lunch at Sapu Lidi. The hut a place to makan for private crowd. One thing is, our local &amp;nbsp;restaurant could learn a thing or two on how to design a restaurant from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out side the town, there volcanic crater called 'Tangkuban Perahu' the legend of the place is about a son falling in love with the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, its a good to capture scenic view and its quite a view from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyUVAyUK1I/AAAAAAAADKg/03BigWbcwiI/s1600/DSCF1246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyUVAyUK1I/AAAAAAAADKg/03BigWbcwiI/s320/DSCF1246.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyUrv_d48I/AAAAAAAADKk/e7ix0jOhsEw/s1600/DSCF1233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyUrv_d48I/AAAAAAAADKk/e7ix0jOhsEw/s320/DSCF1233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyU50lyGTI/AAAAAAAADKo/YtUWxHSqdHQ/s1600/DSCF1242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyU50lyGTI/AAAAAAAADKo/YtUWxHSqdHQ/s320/DSCF1242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a hot spring cum mini water park nearby, nothing great but its alright if you like to rendam in the hot spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other crater is Kawah Putih which is located out of town which takes around 3 hours of drive from the town itself, its best to go early in the morning as the mist would come down, and spoilt the beautiful view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyXxBNUgDI/AAAAAAAADKs/KVCGjjMxihw/s1600/DSCF1259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyXxBNUgDI/AAAAAAAADKs/KVCGjjMxihw/s640/DSCF1259.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is probably around 5-10 degrees and with the wind blowing, is a bone chilling place.However when you put your hand into the lake, you can feel the warm water together with the sulfur.*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; just a reminder, never dip and watch,bangle etc that made of metal onto the sulfur*&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;Thick smell of&amp;nbsp;sulfide from the volcano clogs the air. Its a different experience all together. But for photo-taking people like my brother-in-law, its a good place to take scenic shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different path, will lead to different than the norm. I belief that each and every place have its own treasure. Regardless the place, the treasure and the wonderful memories is how we decide on capturing it. I drew parallel on the 3 places I been for these past years,&amp;nbsp;Philippine, Thailand and Indonesia. All 3 have almost identical socio economy. The social piramid there have quite a gap between the rich and the poor. On the street I see people begging for money, small children taking chances to ask for money while the car stop at the traffic light, old man waiting for people to give out donation. And on the other side, huge bunglows and mansions. Its a sad sight, when you see this, you feel like helping but once you giving out donation to one person, others will come and swamp you. You feel helpless but there is nothing you can do. However, I still do admire their&amp;nbsp;perseverance, they still work hard like selling water, good morning towel on the road, knocking on windows to sell. It can be a bit annoying but if you think on their side, they just want to make an honest living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People work hard, provide good service in hope to sustain their job and possibly some tips, because they don't have the luxury. The luxury that we, our country have. Petrol price hike we complain, not knowing others are paying double. I guess we are all "spoilt brats" that just complain and complain, sangat membosankan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia is NOT like how the media&amp;nbsp;portray it with Anti-Malaysia chant. Maybe a small part, but that don't really show the bigger picture. From my own experience, they are very friendly and provide good hospitality :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-8044265601635060884?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/8044265601635060884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=8044265601635060884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8044265601635060884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8044265601635060884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/10/paris-van-java.html' title='Paris Van Java'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TKyRXc9hPnI/AAAAAAAADKU/odwSFSEZngU/s72-c/39533_440274692074_634337074_5378468_2303086_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-6258576502926437744</id><published>2010-09-25T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:50:55.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End and Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Choices and choices, in life there are lots of them and sometimes there are none, but little choice, no choices or plenty of choices all can cause a major headache, as nothing in life is fo'sho. The choices I make are sometimes different from the others, at university, MOST of my friends are in the Tourism CLub, most of my school friends are not in the science field except those who are taking medical course, most of them are from different races, thus I was the only chinese, thus the name 'Ah Pek' come sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;At home, I was the only one causing headache for my parents are go against them for my ambition.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I joined Voices ( for a short period of time) instead of Tourism Club. So I am the only one enroll in engineering field among my high school friends, most of my childhood friends are either Malay or Indian. The choices of internship too I guess is the same, I chose the road not taken. At my place I was the only intern ( although some others too are the only intern ).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the start I do envy some of my friends especially those who joined the industry, they have friends at least from MMU. So they have friends in a new environment. But as time move on, I think I am luckier than them as I was able to mix with my colleagues and not stuck with the same people. Don't get it the wrong way,there is nothing bad stuck with a fellow intern, however, for me personally, the main objective of internship is to gain exposure, I prefer to be expose to adult environment, where sometimes you can see different type of characters or sometimes they give you straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From strangers, to colleagues, to FB friends and in the end to friends. I guess that is how my relationship grows during my stint there. To be honest its more of a holiday to me rather than a training. I guess my workload is not as heavy as others. And I do have fun at the same time doing silly things. For instance one of male colleague is interested in this girl while we are having lunch at Papa Rich. And the female colleague help him by going to the girl table and say " hi, my friend over there is interested in knowing you" . I thought all this only happen in movies. Of course also mini road trips to visit the customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the intern, I expected to be treated like a slave or like a dirt. Plus being the only one there. However most of my colleagues don't feel nice to instruct me to do work, but inside I don't really mind as I already prepare for the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the kuli work from clearing the store room, to making copies, doing QC job on new stock,setting up new system for them and meeting potential client, I still feel I have a lot more to learn from them. But then all good things have come to an end they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for all the experience that I have gone through, and the friends that I have made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To know if you did a good job, people will miss you when you are gone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you very much for letting me write this chapter of my life with the wonderful memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-6258576502926437744?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/6258576502926437744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=6258576502926437744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6258576502926437744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6258576502926437744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-and-thank-you.html' title='The End and Thank you'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7357993974022205212</id><published>2010-09-15T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:50:09.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Malaysia :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TJFq_JX73fI/AAAAAAAADJ8/ihI0MyE7_34/s1600/IMG_0154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TJFq_JX73fI/AAAAAAAADJ8/ihI0MyE7_34/s640/IMG_0154.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Malaysia Day, the day when Sabah and Sarawak joined Malaya. But Since today is the first time we are having public holiday, there are a little confusion on today is 1 Malaysia day.Its funny how lots of things are related to the 1 Malaysia concept. For instance, the picture above is from my car as I put up the &lt;i&gt;Jalur Gemilang&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;during the merdeka period.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;An acquaintance came and said, &lt;i&gt;"wah you very 1 Malaysia hor"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just give a smile and a 'hehe' inside I feel how poor my fellow countrymen are.Poor in memories and any sort of patriotism what so ever. In the period of building towards Merdeka until the Malaysia day ( today) I was fortunate to watch films or real life documentary by FINAS and other local film director on the heroes that give their all towards our country independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I always admire the Navy Seal, the US elite military and always in movies, they are like this group of&amp;nbsp;soldier that can't be defeated. Little that I know our country have their own. A lot have make jokes on how old the equipment in the military too, but then again if only they knew about VAT 69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;VAT 69 is the commando unit in the country. How they are form? They are form during the emergency to fight against the insurgency of the communist, that is lead by Chin Peng. In the documentary there are interviews of the founding memebers of VAT 69. One of the line by the veteran hero that touch me is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;'Bila dengar satu bedil saja, kawan- kawan semua dari belakang terus tembak bagi support'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAT 69 members are volunteers from around the country with just one objective in their mind : Defeat the communist. So regardless what ever their skin colour can be, they fought and battle and many lost lives, in hope that the country will be in a peaceful state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad scene today moving foward 40-50 years on, we have forgotten. We choose to differentiate our self by our colour coordination.Don need to see far away, just on FB and you can see few post now and then full of complain and condemn. Its a sick scene, sometimes it keeps me away from FB and also watching the news on TV with so many of political fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel most of those on FB complaining and etc have been caught on a net, the net of politican playing and touching the sensitive racial issues. I guess they have lost the bigger picture. It's harsh and unfair for me to say they are stupid because they are intelligent than me ( CGPA said so), however its more like ' you know I know, don't need to say much'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hokkien saying &amp;nbsp;" Pi lai Pi khi, Phi si lang" in translation ( not a direct one) " If you keep on comparing, if will just do yourself more harm than good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I say this because lots like to compare, like look at China, look at Singapore, look at this look at that. Again go back to history class and look how long have China history started? 1000-2000 years ago? Our country have just gained her independent in 1957. Its not really an apple to apple comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, yes its a fact that our country could do better in all the field. In sports, in economy etc. But why aren't we as good in football as before? Because of its people obviously. Until now its still the same attitude, compare and complain. Whats the point? Just to show to your friends on FB that you are political literate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things is how you see it. One day, my boss call me to the room and show me a new product. Which I don't think many have seen. According to him its not in the Malaysia market yet. Putting 2 and 2 togather, asking him to sell it over here. And he says our country not as advance as Taiwan etc etc. Yes we are not as advance in the electronics field, but capitalize on that fact don't that translate into profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who complain on the Malaysia University ranking drop. Sure its always easy to complain, but translating the complain into work that could improve the ranking, isn't it more efficient, dear engineering students?How will it improve? well maybe one of the point taking into consideration is through R &amp;amp; D by the university. But know we choose the easier way to just vent on FB and all other sources that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, sometimes I do wish the communist will be back, because only with common threat that our country will be one again, am sorry Mr Prime Minister, but the racial blood is too thick among us and too much of 'poison from the older generation', although your concept is a good one. Hate to end this on a sad note but, we were ONCE Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7357993974022205212?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7357993974022205212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7357993974022205212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7357993974022205212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7357993974022205212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/09/once-malaysia.html' title='Once Malaysia :('/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TJFq_JX73fI/AAAAAAAADJ8/ihI0MyE7_34/s72-c/IMG_0154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-749926081683854281</id><published>2010-09-01T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:20:39.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels, anyone ?</title><content type='html'>MATA fair is this weekend and from the past weeks I noticed that some of my friends snap up the tickets during Air Asia's Rm 1 sale. Good deal I have to say. For me, well I will probably regret not snapping up those good deal as FYP is really one of the &lt;i&gt;fan&lt;/i&gt; thing on my mind currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I have various with all different background and different meaning to me. I am fortunate I have to say to have each and everyone of them, I have friends that would take time to celebrate my birthdays, I have friends who guide me in my studies and copy assignments, I have friend who promise to bring me to a &lt;i&gt;happy land &lt;/i&gt;if I ever face a sad break up again, and some to have emo talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to be&amp;nbsp;grateful for those wonderful people in my life but.... I still seeking for a friend. A friend that would join me on my legend ( wait for it ) dary trip. The requirement is simple, willing to spend for this trip and really into the theme of this trip, as various places of this trip but there is only one theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how to breakdown the trip details;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we take a short drive to Port Klang to a place where we could get massages with services. If you read the news and watch lots of 999 you could probably know where is the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we take an AK or an Air Asia flight to&amp;nbsp;Philippine which will take us to &lt;a href="http://www.roadjunky.com/article/2199/the-red-light-district-of-angeles-philippines-city-of-fallen-angels"&gt;Clark Air base&lt;/a&gt;. There are various go-go bars around and lots of pinoys around for some good time. Cheap liquor and beers (San Miguel) of course and hanging out in the bars will be a good 2 days 1 night tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving in the morning, to Beijing, China to find some Chinese Chicken Rice, which are a lot over here. So what better place to enjoy it from the origin itself right? Imagine those that makes cheongsam into a mini skirt cheong sam. Nice right? From Beijing, we would take the &lt;a href="http://www.trans-siberia.com/index.html"&gt;Trans-Siberia&lt;/a&gt; railway. The train will take us right into the heart of Mongolia right up to Moscow in Russia. Would be an amazing train ride through the place where the great Genghis Kahn origin, and we could only marvel at his great achievement travelling and conquering especially when there is not much infrastructure there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Moscow, well... unless you are living under the rock, there are no need for me to describe how hot russian chic are. As long as you don't go down after a vodka shot game with them, there are no telling what those russian could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From russia we could take budget airlines like Ryan air or train to eastern europe, like hungary. Where we are blessed with the option to choose the girls from online catalogue. From the price to the figure, its all inside at a reasonable price, best of all, it's legal baby! And down we go to Antewerp and also the great armsterdam, however the price here might not be as reasonable as Hungary as it might be jack up due to its popular rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will take a train to Paris as we will take a trans-atlantic plane to the state, United State, and its Vegas baby! And we will join the tour of &lt;a href="http://www.pornweek.com/samples/event00898.html"&gt;Porn week&lt;/a&gt;. Well, it might sound dirty depends on how you look at it. But its actually a tour where we can experience behind the scene on how they develop a porno movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone heard of&lt;a href="http://www.castawaystravel.com/destinations01.htm"&gt; Castaway travel&lt;/a&gt;? Well, its a traveling with clothing is optional, imagine flying will all nude ppl. hahaha I kid u not. An adult only destination. This should be the climate of the trip. So dear friend, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Disclaimer : This post doest not reflect what the writer as a person as it is for entertainment purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-749926081683854281?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/749926081683854281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=749926081683854281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/749926081683854281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/749926081683854281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/09/travels-anyone.html' title='Travels, anyone ?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-8212259709857385004</id><published>2010-08-27T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:44:01.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you describe Malaysia?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would describe it with coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk in a chinese hawker store and order a cup of coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might say "Kopi O" which describe black coffee and the word 'Kopi' is coffee in bahasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Kopi O peng" again 'kopi' is coffee and 'peng' is ice in hokkien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Kopi C" coffee and C is for the carnation milk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With just a simple order of a cup of coffee, we can simply describe Malaysia, a simple mix of various culture and&amp;nbsp;mounding&amp;nbsp;it self into its own unique identity with influence of it's past&amp;nbsp;colonies.&amp;nbsp;So what is your Malaysia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-8212259709857385004?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/8212259709857385004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=8212259709857385004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8212259709857385004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8212259709857385004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/08/malaysia.html' title='Malaysia'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1505660290964195195</id><published>2010-08-26T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:07:18.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amplitude vs Attitude</title><content type='html'>" Its your attitude that matters most not your amplitude" those are the words that rings in my ear for countless of time, whenever anyone found out that I am in the working world, even though it just for internship. At first I find it is just one of the thing old people nagging and nagging about it, so I kinda take it lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However till I witness this myself, yes a good attitude is important in anything we do. The years old experience of the parents and all the other old people I met, surely there are some truth in it. After all, my few months of experience is just considered as infant stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude is important as most of us are just normal mortal that always and everyday in a learning curve. Even though we think we know certain things, there is no harm in just listening again to a much more experience person, as there are some things that we might not know or have missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ' its not my job' attitude is just making ourself learn lesser. I belief as for chain of event that happen for past few days, things happen for a reason, and its up to us really on how to view it. Life as an intern I've already anticipate the others would give me job that nobody wants to do. Yes there are few ways to look at it. For example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am an "engineer" WTF you ask me to do a clerk job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lazy idiots giving me his/her job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so on... however if we view it in a more positive manner, a clerk job is not simple too sometimes, maybe by doing typing we could enhance our Excel or Words skills. To&amp;nbsp;align, adjust the cell size and so on. My point is here, at least there is something to learn. We won't rugi in doing job that is so called not in our job scope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than learning new thing, it leaves a very good impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good attitude will bring us for in life I belief and am sure our superior can tell with their vast experience, or even time could tell on what kind of attitude this person have.Together with second chance in life, I belief its never too late for anyone to change, to turn to the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes this is dedicate to you, the person whose eyes always glued to my laptop screen and can't mind your own business. This is no ordinary intern, capiche? thanx u bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1505660290964195195?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1505660290964195195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1505660290964195195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1505660290964195195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1505660290964195195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/08/amplitude-vs-attitude.html' title='Amplitude vs Attitude'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1512773203452157412</id><published>2010-08-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T07:45:45.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que sera sera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I was just a little boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ask my mother what will I be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will I be rich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will I be handsome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what she says to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que sera sera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what ever will be will be,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the future not ours to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que sera sera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Simple song with a meaningful and a straight forward lyrics, do bring me back to my primary school when I was picked to do a choir for this song. Surprising huh a school in Kelantan have this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Final year, Bachelor of Electronics Engineering majoring In Nanotechnology. Hopefully by this time next year, this will be my title, providing things goes smoothly. But, whats next? this time I got no game plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I belief that each of us is our own quarter back, we dictate our plays, although yes there are lots of factors that can change our path.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So far my game plan are torn between two. To really go in the industry working in the factory or more towards marketing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The internship surely open my eyes. The company I've attached to is doing sales. I've fortunate enough to be able to tag along to meet customers, and Thank the wonderful God that I did not face those angry customers.Yes I do like the feeling of suit-ing up. However doing sales is never easy, as there are so many type of people. Some are easy going and some are just a pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other hand, step into the industry, do require lots of technical skills, if I have a hard look at myself at the mirror, am not the most technical person around. And once you are stuck at that department, its hard to switch. Again during this internship I was lucky enough to visit some factory. Their whole operation is kinda revolve around the factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the experience of mini P, do trigger a part of me into the industry. I feel a sense of accomplishment and its quite an experience to be dealing with all the instruments that not all have the chance to handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Again my debate if I go towards the marketing side, whats next once I reach at the top? Because the next step is the boss, and there is no way I could replace the boss as they are the owner. Perhaps my lack of knowledge in searching a MNC of a marketing company that I could apply my engineering skills. Because MNC is my aim. As I would like to prove to myself I am not a jaguh kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are those important moment and an error will result in a waste of time. Perhaps I could enroll myself for another internship after am done with my studies. More like internship/vacation t&lt;s&gt;akeover training&lt;/s&gt;, to know what the old man is doing up north all these years. And there are also a few things that I would like to learn from the old master.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7707243318286241369-1512773203452157412?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1512773203452157412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1512773203452157412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1512773203452157412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1512773203452157412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/08/que-sera-sera.html' title='Que sera sera'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1501116687116306322</id><published>2010-08-14T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T07:37:48.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan should b a year round event</title><content type='html'>Yes ramadan is here, means glorious FOOD! and FOOD and FOOD. Yesterday (friday) yes all those who are working or interning, its a day to look forward to, because the weekend is here! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August have been kind to me in a way of catching up with my friends, especially those that I have not yet for months and months. As we go on, &lt;s&gt;we will still be friends forever &amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;, no its not time to sing the graduation song.The conversation we have its getting more adult? is that a right word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance earlier of the month when &amp;nbsp;I went to Bubba Gump, Sunway as one of my close friend, Amar's birthday. His girlfriend wanted to make a surprise party for him, thus she contacted me via facebook. So there I was with few familiar faces, like Pei Ling who is back for summer break, and one of MMU's lecturer/tutor too was on the guest list. I find myself lost in the conversation as majority of them are in the IT world, only me and Pei Ling who is NOT on the IT field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend I met up with Raja who is also back for Summer break, meeting up with our friends in Bangsar, the most of them start to talk about medical stuff, as majority are medics student.Graduating in a year's time I am still contemplating which field would I enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to yesterday (friday) was the first trip to ramadan bazaar this year. Rizal who came down just to meet up with us came with raja to the Seksyen 14 ramadan bazaar which is a walk away from my office. Although its a rainy day, that does not stop us, NO, in the spirit of the ramadan bazaar, rain or shine, we WILL go through it. Although this bazaar its not that big, I guess what means more to me other than the food is the period of waiting till the clock strike 7.30 p.m where its time to break fast. I mean its different when I go with my family to ramadan bazaar, as soon as we are in the car, the food is already half way gone while we are half way home. The waiting, the patience of those good smelling indulgence really put thing in perspective on the meaning behind ramadan, where its a period to reflect back, especially to the less fortunate one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with some muslim friends and trying out their custom, well at least for an hour :P do make me understand them more, as understand leads more to a unity especially in the month of August, bulan kemerdekaan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1501116687116306322?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1501116687116306322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1501116687116306322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1501116687116306322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1501116687116306322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadan-should-b-year-round-event.html' title='Ramadan should b a year round event'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-5566785410565083693</id><published>2010-08-13T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T02:51:50.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervention</title><content type='html'>This morning while going through my daily rounds on Fb stalking, I bump into on one my friend picture. He have a similar name with me and we are born in a same state just his surname is Cheong. However, I check out his blog and found a trip that I missed. Why do i missed the trip, because that time I was a first year student in MMU doing my foundation and the trip is near the exam. Being a newbie and wanting to score well, thus I give the limited seat to my asst at Penang, Madeline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the point of this post, this post is about how much I really missed doing something really meaningful. I found myself lost in my chase to material and luxury. There are something money can't buy &lt;strike&gt;for everything else there is master card&lt;/strike&gt; like this Year End trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TGUN5_gtuEI/AAAAAAAADJc/kcP9z0PG9dI/s1600/14th-21st-Dec-2006-040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TGUN5_gtuEI/AAAAAAAADJc/kcP9z0PG9dI/s400/14th-21st-Dec-2006-040.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah Cheong rafting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TGUN908iy_I/AAAAAAAADJk/3Gg3Dbf_htY/s1600/14th-21st-Dec-2006-010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TGUN908iy_I/AAAAAAAADJk/3Gg3Dbf_htY/s400/14th-21st-Dec-2006-010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Building a playground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TGUOB6A9WsI/AAAAAAAADJs/oC8Phe5sqLQ/s1600/14th-21st-Dec-2006-106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TGUOB6A9WsI/AAAAAAAADJs/oC8Phe5sqLQ/s320/14th-21st-Dec-2006-106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jo &amp;amp; ah Cheong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean by meaningful here is the things that they do. Brats always a program that bring city slicker back to the basics and to the rural area and vice versa. It's an exposure for the participant to get familiar and what is outside from their own box of concrete jungle. Can take for example my cousins from singapore would chase the goat and chicken around when we are back in kampung, as they never see it before, other than Animal planet or the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it teaches us to give back to the community. During this trip they build a play ground for the less fortunate. It is this kinda feeling that I miss, or the Angelina Jolie hormone&amp;nbsp;in me is raging. But once you accomplish something that is meaningful and bring smile to others, when you can see joy in their eye or when they thank you. It just make u feel good about your self, &lt;strike&gt;better than musterbed&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to go to Armsterdam to try their 'brownies' and all that. Today make me realise there are lot more to that. Of course trip abroad or as far as we can go, those are other kind of trill, the trip when u take with your frens, to do crazy stuff, well those are other type of trill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some will take it me, remeniscene about Brats is like how Kok Jin always talk about his orchestra, but I guess each of us have a special affiliation that are close to our heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being evil most of the time, I think this sort of trip would bring me more meaning on a personal level.Donating for charity I guess it's different when you do more to a hands on approach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many material things that we will chase, but once we stop chasing them and appreciate for what we have, they will start chasing us. Don't regret like me, instead having a lifetime and meaningful&amp;nbsp;experience to able to help others, &amp;nbsp;I choose exam.&amp;nbsp;"How many 10 years do we have? "- Chai Kau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-5566785410565083693?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/5566785410565083693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=5566785410565083693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5566785410565083693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5566785410565083693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/08/intervention.html' title='Intervention'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/TGUN5_gtuEI/AAAAAAAADJc/kcP9z0PG9dI/s72-c/14th-21st-Dec-2006-040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-8292418402559801170</id><published>2010-08-12T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T06:57:37.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese language</title><content type='html'>As the start of my internship training, there are a few personal goal I set myself so I could go back to MMU, an improved person. Some of it is well, keeping fit. Too much of Taylor Lautner guess that only be hangat hangat tahi ayam as when you stay home, u tend to be feed. And ushering raya, the month of Ramadan, where one of the reason Malaysia is awesome is the time for ramadan bazaar. Taylor Lautner body can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is to try to break the chinese language barrier. The language have been a barrier, as much as I hate to step out of my comfort zone of speaking english, it does limit my versatileness. In a country which have 3 major races, I think I do well in speaking Malay,and English. However chinese is always been a problem to me. Growing up in an area most that made up most of by Malay then Indian. Sometimes I do notice that some of my indian friend even speak bahasa with each other, if they cant speak their mother tongue. But I personally find it hard to speak to chinese because of my poor command of the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cant speak, you are labeled as banana, ang moh bear, OCBC and so on. Once I even got screwed by the chinese taxi driver when I cant communicate with him in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate it when people talk cock about me in front of me assuming I don know a single &amp;nbsp;alphabet of chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I convince few of my colleague who kindly obliged to my request to help me with my chinese, it went ok although we are used to communicate in english, but when I have the mood, I speak chinese to them. They are kind enough not to burst into laughter of my&amp;nbsp;pronunciation and even correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there is always a torn in between the roses. Sometimes we feel malu because certain word we can't say it properly and well.... in short just taking baby steps. So once when I kindly reply in the simplest form of mandrin, and torn or &lt;s&gt;let just say a female version of a dog &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;replied in the most complicated chinese proverb. Yes I know I am just talking baby step, and I cant even speak a line clearly, is it a must really to be THAT demoralizing instead of being encouraging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if she speak in english, I would&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;piss on her. Pissing on someone is a debate term where you shoot a person till there is no chance for that person to safe or could give any reply what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this as someone posted on FB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roses are red,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Violet are blue,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have 5 fingers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the middle one is for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you and good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-8292418402559801170?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/8292418402559801170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=8292418402559801170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8292418402559801170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8292418402559801170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/08/chinese-language.html' title='Chinese language'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7480135571646147550</id><published>2010-08-10T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T01:09:33.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The chain law</title><content type='html'>The chain law, yes its true like the &lt;a href="http://how-i-met-your-mother.wikia.com/wiki/Barney's_Blog:_Lemon_Law"&gt;lemon law&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp; its not a stuff of myth, its something in our society that is influence by sub concious and variable factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me explain how the chain law works. Ever seen a good looking hunk of a friking good looking chic that could melt your popsicle ?If you see them at the mall with their friend, you can find approximately around 87.95% of the people around them or with them are the same kind, the gorgeous good looking one. And if you stalk people on fb, you also will find their list of friend of group of friend are the same type with them. If those who love to show some skin, well their friends would show more or less similar skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you see well, this is hard to say, but the a bit over the tip of the scale, you will find almost 75% of the time, they are in the similar community. Yes the chain law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are shy or choose to live in denial that we don't check people out, fine. The chain law is versitile and could be tested when you are with your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try go for a drink at a mamak stall for example. Let say the first person order Teh tarik, it is likely the next person would order the same thing and the chain goes on, of course till some people break the chain. but you can see the trend following. Maybe one o the reason is the second person who order the drink is undecided on what he/she wanted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain law.... true story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7480135571646147550?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7480135571646147550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7480135571646147550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7480135571646147550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7480135571646147550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/08/chain-law.html' title='The chain law'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-6589561516369472322</id><published>2010-08-06T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:50:26.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apa nak tulis ar? sudah banyak telah dilupakan. I meant to write on Thursday night as &amp;nbsp;there are something that really caught my eye. But in 24 hours or so... a lot of things can change. With just a snap your life can change I mean in an instant you could be a millionare with 33 million ringgit in ur bank ( before minus tax) by striking the 6D lottery supreme, which have snowballed into Rm 33 million. Worth a try with just Rm 2 to buy a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out of so many people of course its not so easy to strike the lottery kan? This week have been a lazy week at work, and I&amp;nbsp;disappointed in 3 level &lt;s&gt;oh no, macam nak present case untuk debate pulak &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;The first one I broke the rule of keeping things personal at work.Of course revenge is a bitch, but the bad thing is I've forgotten the fundamental rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other level is Thursday I did 2 things that I have not done for a few years, the first being&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;a formal letter and the second one being going to pasar malam, and jongker street is not consider as pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see porno at the dvd peddeler, apam, fake crocs, woman socks, pjs, foods and ah moi selling durian... and you know u are in a pasar malam.This is after having dinner at my sister's place.However, while I am enjoying walking through pasar malam, even though am still in my working clothes,apparently there is a fight at a prominent mamak stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a kaypo, of course there are crowds gather and even a police patrol car with 2 officer. However, what really put a bitter taste to it is you know when in a fight, there is this mulut murai aunty trying to tell the story to the 'spectator' like me that just arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said " lei tay la, chong yi yam teh tarik, roti canai, yi ka kak leng yan ta thong yan, yi kor mo thong yan, hoi tei Mmm tak ar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes my translation might not be as accurate as the ISO of chinese language, but in my heart, I really don't know what is 'thong yan or kak leng yan' why? because I am Malaysian. It is this kinda sentiment that easily makes people feel offended. The May 13 no doubt are spark with this kinda people. Are we that desperate to always use the race card to solve problem? &amp;nbsp;This remind me when I read a post by Yee Kean when he touch about how the older people influence our young mind, for example like ah kong money, and also chance to get scholarship and further education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this race, I am sorry to our PM but his vision of 1 Malaysia wont come true because of the older generation that 'poisoning' the young mind. No matter how I don really like staying in Klang, but when I went to Indian street the other day, I saw Malaysia there. Although the majority of the tenant there are Indian ( thats y its called Indian street) I saw a big masjid, and at the back of it is a indian kuil, and further down a bit from the road is a church and not so distant away is a buddisht temple. For years all this places of worship is here and people just mind their own business and respect each other without creating a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 other things that really bug me, is FYP and also what the heck I wanna do after grad. There are lots of lecturer out there however they are looking at the cream of the crops, so who are going to take the average joes? And the location and the field that I wanna work in after grad. Am sure a lot is wondering "how i wish i could make a 180 turn and escape from engineering" kan? well, me too.. however I guess I don really have the courage I mean if I fail, those people who I have to go against to make the 180 turn will just pijak and pijak. Also for me, who don't really come from the wealthy family, I cant slowly try and error on other field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for don't really know what I am writting-lah, might delete this post or I just go to sleep. its 8.49 AM on a SATURDAY!!! WTFF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-6589561516369472322?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/6589561516369472322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=6589561516369472322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6589561516369472322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6589561516369472322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/08/apa-nak-tulis-ar-sudah-banyak-telah.html' title=''/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-8753395255428718089</id><published>2010-07-29T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T02:44:17.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>internship, so far..</title><content type='html'>When I first start my intern, if I was not mistaken, Edward asked me how is it like interning as he is going to go for his internship for the next 2 semester ( accounting ) at that time, it still fresh to my mind on how the briefing by FOE urging student that are going to internship NOT to bitch about their employer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start my internship on 1st of June, I really felt nervous on how the place and people gonna be, also knowing that I am the only intern add more to the nervousness.I heard a lot of story about intern especially from those who are in the working world regardless the field. Credit to my kay-po ness listening to mom about the intern in her bank who don't get pay a single cent, and by the middle of the month, most of them stay in office makan biskut. and of course my brother who used the intern to the max, to run his stupid errant for him like go buy goreng pisang. I wish that all that bad karma don't bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What make people scare the most is the unknown. Thus, I asked my friend who have gone through internship, although he is not in the engineering field. He come out with this 5 tips to let me get through my internship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punctuality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet dateline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy coffee, kuih when boss do evaluation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't take anything personally, no grudges&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn as much as possible everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Except for No.3, I did follow his advice along with another friend advice which is a big problem that she sees in me, Generalizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere we go, it would be nice if everyone likes us right? you will get more co-operation, you will feel more comfortable and its a nice place to be, but we all know life is not a bed of roses, and ideal case are well.... just ideal condition which is different. Reading a few of the post on FB and blog post from my friends who are also doing internship, some day are good, some day are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for my internship personally, well, it might not be technically beneficial for me like for some who is working in like Intel for example. My company is more to a marketing company. Thus , at the beginning I did some excel and data entry job, yes its a simple job, but I have to tell myself I can't be a diva of " oh I am an engineer you know, this is not what I am suppose to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering job, not engineering job, my 2 months of intern is nothing compared to those senior that have years of experience.Even though I might not learn any engineering skill, but I did benefit more to soft skills, which are crucial in any sort of field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship is a good platform to see various type of people, some will not do certain job because they think its not their job even though it is the bos's order, some don't know to ukur badan. &amp;nbsp;however its not our job to judge, its the top management's job. Internship is the eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I think I did from the lowest of job to checking stock to the core of the business of meeting the client.Some client are easy going and some are very very technical, because they are engineers and head of R &amp;amp; D thus they need to know the product the purchased inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is still unknown as I still have a month of August and 3/4 of September to go. I hope to open to learn more and avoid saturation, because honestly, I don't really know which direction to go after my graduation, thinking of the Fb's link by Yin Ling on Intel's new research, got me thinking am I really interested in those technical thing or towards the business side,my nature says it the business side, but my training and education in MMU especially nanotechnology sparks some tiny bit of interest in the factory work where they carry out production. And at times I visited the client at Ansell or CNI or even Ericsson, make me think and think again, do I really wanna be like them in their lab coats? or do I really want to suit up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-8753395255428718089?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/8753395255428718089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=8753395255428718089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8753395255428718089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8753395255428718089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/07/internship-so-far.html' title='internship, so far..'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-533127887560990463</id><published>2010-07-17T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:38:51.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York New York.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"went by ferry to see the lady with the flame, walked and saw the bull, dropped by italy and passed china on the way, then went to c a broadway show..... now its time to head back to perth........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was posted by a friend of mine describing her day in the great city of new york. It is always been a dream of mine to be there. Like the song goes , "if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere" Before anything don't get me wrong here, I always love Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I would love to be in New York, let it be for business or leisure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-533127887560990463?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/533127887560990463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=533127887560990463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/533127887560990463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/533127887560990463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York New York.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-4327096314311179947</id><published>2010-07-09T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:43:41.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>siow didi</title><content type='html'>You are 16 or 17 years old? people will go "ha really ar?" when I told them I am 22 this year. I try to take it as a compliment of my youthful look, but on the bad side of it, people will treat u ask siow didi, &lt;s&gt;tak tahu ni tiger &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;and you need work harder for them to take you seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During work, even the e-mail I received is like "thank you siow didi" , other than my look, my shy-ness of just lack of communication when they speak in chinese make me look like a small boy, similar to Eric's situation, Its hard really to just keep quiet and your mouth feel like stone, coz u just cant communicate. But thankfully sometimes my colleagues do speak in english so I don't feel so left out or maybe sometimes in hokkien and cantonese.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make matter worst, a week after I start work, a new permanent staff come in. from the &lt;s&gt;great&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cannosa Convent. Yes its your class mate Pei Se and Yin Fung. Although we are the same age, she looks like well.... if to put it nicely have more matured look than me, but if its much more meaning way, like&lt;s&gt; lao zha bor &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;this make me look younger to my colleagues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-4327096314311179947?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/4327096314311179947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=4327096314311179947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4327096314311179947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4327096314311179947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/07/siow-didi.html' title='siow didi'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1446619827474139336</id><published>2010-07-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T07:37:41.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a friend and a broken promise</title><content type='html'>The blog getting dusty *blows dust and web away* &amp;nbsp;tonight is the night that I am going to end the hiatus. No exams and lecture is awesome. But here is a story, true story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I received a frantic sms from an unknown number. It says one of my good friend then, have been involve in a car crash and his life is hanging on a balance. The unknown sender of the sms is his sister.At that particular time he was in the ICU. Still fresh on my mind what apparently his gf said that, its a miracle that he survive as the guard's at the ICU ward that witness a lot of these cases said mostly people won't make it. Hope that is a clear picture how his condition like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minutes passes by, my phone have been bombarded by phone calls and sms by other school mate, trying to know his situation, as we are the bestest of friend. I visited him at the KL general hospital first thing in the morning, with the company of one our good friend too.The first person I saw when I step out of the lift is his father grieving with his head down. When I greeted him, he forced a smile and explain what happen. It was my friend's lack of concentration that leads to the head on collision with an MPV. His jaw is broken,so does his nose, his face was swollen and totally unrecognisable, and dried blood are all over. Not to mention broken ribs, hand and leg. He broke down to tears and so does his apparent girlfriend. Before leaving I make a promise to him that we will play our favourite game of badminton again, to encourage him to heal quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even months have passed I know I have a promise that I haven't fulfill. Staying far away in Klang and occupied with uni, is a big hurdle for me to fulfill my word. I took this chance during my internship to set up a badminton session. all 5 of us. After all agree on a facebook thread, in the end the badminton session that was dedicated to, the main guy bailed out at the last minute as he usually do. For me personally trying to get a court, and calling each of them and end up been blown off, is just frustrating and the promise I made consider as fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His excuse was a plain bullshit, that he went to singapore to interview internship with SIA. Thats the same excuse that I gave my ex boss at my part time job when I was waiting for SPM result. Its sad to see how a person ego have drag him down. Yes I admit maybe I am doing a bit better, but never ever did look down on any of them who are not that lucky to further their studies in tertiary level. Inferiority sometimes is what we bring upon ourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry &amp;amp; disappointed could sum up my feel toward this friend of mine, who is my first friend that is also the first friend I made when I first come to KL. Due to his hard stand on certain race, he won't admit that the girl beside him on the hospital bed, who cry her eye balls out and till today with those uncompromising picture on fb is his gf, thus the big ego speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only that much u can do sometimes, if u wanna reconnect with a friend, it takes two to tango, if they refuse to see u. well, too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1446619827474139336?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1446619827474139336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1446619827474139336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1446619827474139336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1446619827474139336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/07/friend-and-broken-promise.html' title='a friend and a broken promise'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-4772023885685079070</id><published>2010-06-19T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:49:27.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind is the Scene of the Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="poster" height="640" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/inception_poster.jpg" width="437" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us have their own secret or things they don't want anyone to know. For instance, as a student, we are guilty of cheating during exam, peeking at our friends's answer sheet, or when we broke a glass at home, we surely want to avoid our parents from noticing it. So we grow older bigger things that well, we wanna hide from the knowledge of others, like sneaking out late night to have a drinks with our friends. Let it a small "crime" because its against the norm of our own society or we did commit offence. For example, when I drove my dad's car and got a parking ticket, I wish that he won't found out as I was driving without his permission. The reason for all hiding because we don't want our loved one to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have done mistakes along the way in growing up, some we might not be proud of, but we have to admit its a mistake.Thus these are the secrets that I wanna keep in a save place and hope it won't be stolen. Without these mistakes, I won't learn,and its passage and learning curve to life, but I do hope it will be kept it as a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, the best memories are kept at heart not in our mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-4772023885685079070?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/4772023885685079070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=4772023885685079070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4772023885685079070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4772023885685079070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-mind-is-scene-of-crime.html' title='My Mind is the Scene of the Crime'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-3723030975893725978</id><published>2010-05-25T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:43:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“I wanna watch Toy Story 3”</title><content type='html'>"You got a friend in me" that is how the song goes that epitome the Toy Story. To be frank I did not catch the movie on its debut, rather catch it on disney Channel, as I grow up, there aren't any cinema in our state-Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child we grow up, toys are always our good friend when we are alone,especially when our mommy and daddy are at work or busy, toys are the one that accompany us. From the movie, I learn't how to appreciate my toys, although some part of their limbs are broken, I still play with them. They are my "woody" and "buzz". My toys will accompany me everywhere, even to bed. Each of my toys have their own significant memories to me. Some that I played with my brother and sister, some that I played with my friends. But the most significant is my toy car collection as the last time I played it when i was 6 with a friend of my from my kindergarten. I left to Singapore that night for holiday with my family, and that was the last time I play with my friend and car collection, as I got news of him passing away due to high fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S_wJiuLy2kI/AAAAAAAADJM/RD8Fls7R4gY/s1600/IMG_0124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S_wJiuLy2kI/AAAAAAAADJM/RD8Fls7R4gY/s400/IMG_0124.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, am all grown up, just like how the Toy Story 3 goes, am now in University. Although some of my toys are thrown away by my mom and some are missing as we shifted house, am glad that most of my toys still are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S_wKZoyL3HI/AAAAAAAADJU/setgdKtIKEs/s1600/TS3_LotsoCharacterPg_online_v4.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S_wKZoyL3HI/AAAAAAAADJU/setgdKtIKEs/s320/TS3_LotsoCharacterPg_online_v4.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A toy always make a child happy, especially when they are sad. From the name of this character, am sure it will make lots of child happy and of there is always a child in everyone. And even when have grown up, we always need a care bear whenever we are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching toy story 1&amp;amp;2 in 3D, I hope to catch the third installation too. Thank you Nuffnang. *finger crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-3723030975893725978?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/3723030975893725978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=3723030975893725978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3723030975893725978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3723030975893725978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wanna-watch-toy-story-3.html' title='“I wanna watch Toy Story 3”'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S_wJiuLy2kI/AAAAAAAADJM/RD8Fls7R4gY/s72-c/IMG_0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7604370115693396833</id><published>2010-05-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T08:02:13.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets bring back the good old time.</title><content type='html'>What do you do when your primary school teacher add you on fb?!&lt;br /&gt;So darling Michelle is going to the Shanghai World Expo next week, already missing her since the last time I saw her was at my sister's wedding.Growing up is awkward for her with those giant feet, and one big n one small eye, I still like her when she was small and cute, but then again, growing up, I still feel the same for her =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 years, finally there is a long long break from MMU. The night before I joined I leave for MMU I went out for probably the last time with my friends, back then I remember D-mac was asking if there is no other way? instead asking me to join him in Taylors. Me leaving is just like Harold without Kumar and vice versa. Am glad to catch up again, as now he is really happy with his career in E&amp;amp;Y, and listening about all the meetings and people he meet, as expected he is gonna be somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years, I been missing in action. Timing are just not right when there is a gathering and birthday party, then at the same time I have MMU orientated things to do. Sucky as it sound I have to turn their invite down. Too many of "No" from me, am not surprise when the invite got lesser. Thus this 5 months I really hope to be able to catch up and make time for those friends that I missed out during my 4 years in MMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my weekend will be like this often, meeting up with my friends that I have not meet as often as I would like. My poor time management forbid me to splitting my time from MMU and outside MMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed on how we have changed, the topic of conversation now more on economy, and work and future.Different when back then, our topic gonna be like girls and etc, and we have to go to some fancy place to eat etc. &amp;nbsp;" coz all I see are stilettos,definately not an MMU party". Right now, putting our partying ways in the past, a sip of good old "teh tarik" at Nirvana will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at those good old time, and looking forward to our future,hopefully the homeboy is returning to the hood more frequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7604370115693396833?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7604370115693396833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7604370115693396833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7604370115693396833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7604370115693396833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-bring-back-good-old-time.html' title='lets bring back the good old time.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7467386914166115161</id><published>2010-05-19T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:08:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to deal with sohai</title><content type='html'>There are no dummies guide on how to deal with sohai, not on wiki or not even on google. Seriously how do you deal with sohai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confrontation will lead to more others to be involve. Thus cause a war. Too bad I don't have the numbers behind me, well maybe not in this place.But the sohai is everywhere, and my patience is getting thinner by the moment,by each and every annoying action the sohai do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless its 1970's and am the son of the Don Carleon, sure I would know how to deal with sohai. I would personally skin the sohai, add salt to the wound and slowly see the sohai suffer, other than cutting a black man dick as put it up the sohai butt. And the sohai will die by choking to his own balls, now THAT is an ideal case. But too bad this is 2010 and am not the son of Don Carleon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sohai is always a sohai. I can't change that. Other than praying that my patience is as thick as the sohai face, anybody know how to deal with sohai?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7467386914166115161?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7467386914166115161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7467386914166115161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7467386914166115161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7467386914166115161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-deal-with-sohai.html' title='how to deal with sohai'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1331633375169921900</id><published>2010-05-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:03:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>world update</title><content type='html'>So exam is almost over for me, the long hiatus from blogging due to preparation for exam. There are lots to say here, as much as I try to be frank. Although some issue I rather NOT bring it up,due to plain moronic action of certain individual, thus Thou shall not bother with moronic individual- new principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just witness a great quarter finals of the Thomas Cup, held in our own backyard. It was 16 May 1992 that the last Malaysia lift the cup, the era of the Sidek brothers. I do hope 16 of May 2010, will be our time to lift the cup again, because it is far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about badminton is it brings us Malaysia all together. Somehow we put all our colours aside and cheer for the National team, regardless the colour of the players. Let is be Chong Wei, or Hafiz, Malaysian from all walk of life give their full backing. This is how it suppose to be if we as Malaysian want to put a united front and moved forward. My hope is for this be continuous, and not just during the Thomas Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strong feeling is still that the older generation 'poison' the young ones with each political agenda. There are too much politics that occurs lately. The shooting of the underage driver for example.Too much of politics is really draining and sickening. Perhaps instead of personal attack and rubbish Facebook claiming, hitting out at each other during by elections, why cant we look at the bigger picture? Its time to grow up, we seen our MP fighting with each other in the Parliment, calling names, just like a child play. Aren't they suppose to set a good example, thats why we vote them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless the party you support, let is be Barisan or Pakatan, both are the same. Seriously, try go on youtube and search for the Presidential debate in the UK. Now that is some intelligent debate, that really tackle the need of the people. I mean instead of searching video of girls slapping each other, of people burning pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we put all the politics away, Malaysia can be a really decent place. The last week, &lt;a href="http://archives.thestar.com.my/last365days/default.aspx?query=malaysia+GDP"&gt;Malaysia's GDP&lt;/a&gt;, increases to double figure for the first quarter of the year, and we witness the collapse of the economy in Europe especially the &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/world/europe/displaystory.cfm?story_id=16063896"&gt;Euro zone&lt;/a&gt; goes tumbling down at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those haters always say Malaysia is a corrupt place, but hey, look at Greece, even as various claim how corrupt we are, at least we don't see our country go burst.&amp;nbsp;Some might say I always wrote in a Pro-government manner, but you could check, and my friend, numbers don't lie. The crisis in europe can be compared to the one faced by South East Asia in the 1990's if Greece economy is not saved, it could spread like a bushfire throughout the region, like how the bushfire was started in Thailand and spread out to all the country in southeast asia. But a certain man called Tun Mahathir take the precaution, else we would still serve IMF now. It's now political agenda that runs the country, its the economy. If the economy collapse, there is no point to listen to ceramah by the old man from Ipoh or visit the One Malaysia blog. so yeah, its all good here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue that I personally keep track was the Thailand conflict.Somehow I wish Malaysian could be like that, I mean, they are patriotism are admirable. They care bout their country, and they take action, although those violent I do not wish to see in our country. I got a friend in Bangkok, which are quite sceptic on how the foreign press portray and tarnish her country's image as if a civil war could occur. Thus she goes to the street of Bangkok right at the heart of the Red Shirt camp site.And took a few pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S-rTvtZWNOI/AAAAAAAADI8/1nIh64KsH_U/s1600/29245_390196166565_544061565_4474515_6136086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S-rTvtZWNOI/AAAAAAAADI8/1nIh64KsH_U/s640/29245_390196166565_544061565_4474515_6136086_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp; The Red Shirt lining up for their mea&lt;/i&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S-rT2Cw75BI/AAAAAAAADJE/8CYzx2AYCbs/s1600/29245_390196416565_544061565_4474553_1994530_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S-rT2Cw75BI/AAAAAAAADJE/8CYzx2AYCbs/s640/29245_390196416565_544061565_4474553_1994530_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; This is the so called "dangerous" barricade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business are still running as usual, except those big malls. This shows that the idea we have on things depends on which newspaper that we read. In other words, there is always different ways to look at things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1331633375169921900?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1331633375169921900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1331633375169921900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1331633375169921900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1331633375169921900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/05/world-update.html' title='world update'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S-rTvtZWNOI/AAAAAAAADI8/1nIh64KsH_U/s72-c/29245_390196166565_544061565_4474515_6136086_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1764277405171094165</id><published>2010-04-25T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:16:25.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear friends,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When things comes to an end, its the start of a new beginning. We experience it ourself, when at the end of our kindergarten, primary, and even in secondary. Now its time for the end of their university life for some. Well, life is too short to be all emo and sad. At the end of the day, each of us have our own path to follow, our own route, God have already have plan for each of us. All of us are our own unique individual and we like different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality bites, and its time to move on but we should also keep those good time and do sent our occasional "hi" the truth is, when we are apart from each other, the gap and time sometimes separate us, and there won't be much topic to talk to each other anymore, not as much as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot kind of friend that we are going to make, some end up being the most person we hate, and some will be the one to be our best man. We can't keep them all as much as we like it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TFN6g-BcI/AAAAAAAADHs/FCEytUeVpiM/s1600/DSC01670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TFN6g-BcI/AAAAAAAADHs/FCEytUeVpiM/s400/DSC01670.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There are some of good friend that will always be in our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TFuEjncbI/AAAAAAAADH8/yY6Q6AG7V64/s1600/DSC01321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TFuEjncbI/AAAAAAAADH8/yY6Q6AG7V64/s320/DSC01321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Some we already made our appointment months ahead to meet up once they are back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TG_DK3FrI/AAAAAAAADIU/Q2_orROnrvM/s1600/IMG_0313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TG_DK3FrI/AAAAAAAADIU/Q2_orROnrvM/s320/IMG_0313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Some that we catch up on the net and visit occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TGiQQCddI/AAAAAAAADIE/gUaYOQuOKnI/s1600/DSC01386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TGiQQCddI/AAAAAAAADIE/gUaYOQuOKnI/s400/DSC01386.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;While other would call us up as soon as they come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9THVwz6D5I/AAAAAAAADIk/s1Z17cnYSPs/s1600/Picture+072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9THVwz6D5I/AAAAAAAADIk/s1Z17cnYSPs/s400/Picture+072.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But there are some also we once share a brief good memory without knowing where they are today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TH3mbfk0I/AAAAAAAADI0/ZRs8aKBpjLk/s1600/grad+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TH3mbfk0I/AAAAAAAADI0/ZRs8aKBpjLk/s320/grad+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And those good friends who proceed to their own path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9THhjpBxmI/AAAAAAAADIs/2gLAz4JDws4/s1600/Picture+063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9THhjpBxmI/AAAAAAAADIs/2gLAz4JDws4/s400/Picture+063.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some that we did not have the chance to meet up, but there are still technology like the cellphone and internet as long as there is a will to catch up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9THDYr2zxI/AAAAAAAADIc/DQO-N-XFC9c/s1600/IMG_0315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9THDYr2zxI/AAAAAAAADIc/DQO-N-XFC9c/s400/IMG_0315.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As we give our goodbye hug, and promise to write to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TFUWUnL5I/AAAAAAAADH0/WHv6P2fB-HY/s1600/DSC00947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TFUWUnL5I/AAAAAAAADH0/WHv6P2fB-HY/s400/DSC00947.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Friends are leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TGtBqVmzI/AAAAAAAADIM/J2TymoXnJh8/s1600/DSC01327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TGtBqVmzI/AAAAAAAADIM/J2TymoXnJh8/s320/DSC01327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Some tears might fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we should be happy for them, as they are leaving to seek what they wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1764277405171094165?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1764277405171094165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1764277405171094165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1764277405171094165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1764277405171094165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-friends.html' title='Dear friends,'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S9TFN6g-BcI/AAAAAAAADHs/FCEytUeVpiM/s72-c/DSC01670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7006387167390144075</id><published>2010-04-13T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:39:25.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sinking ship</title><content type='html'>There are lots of videos, blogs links and 'like' on FB giving out negative feedback on the country recently. If these are the so called grass root of our nation, am sorry but the 'One Malaysia' concept seems like a sinking ship. The concept coined by our prime minister seems ideal enough to a multicultural nation like us, but sadly I feel it will take years for it to materialise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look at the US for example, how Martin Luther King fights for equal rights especially the level of racism around that time is quite high, now years and generations later only we see that all the effort, by Dr King, can be said as a success as President Obama be the first black president. Sad to say, here our people are still half baked. we see our self by our skin color not as a Malaysian. There are lots that need overhauling for example certain people ambition failed ambition to be Prime Minister, some wrote and crap a lot of stories without concrete evidence thus lead to hiding, certain politican are just too extreme. If we look at the video of the dewan rakyat preceeding, sometimes its a joke how instead of implementing and discussing issues that would benefit the country, they would waste their time on personal attack on each other. Again if we look at the US, how a Hillary Clinton and Obama could work together and how the Republican and Democrats would agree on certain Bill for example the current Health Bill. &amp;nbsp;They work for the benefit of their people, and if the lost in a presidential race, they would gentleman-ly step back and support the winner. United State could be a united country where we can see the black and the white marriage, and even as we watch porn there are interracial porn! how fucking un-racial is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love my Malaysia, just because there are too much of crap, it is sad that there are rare good pieces of article of Malaysia can be seen on the web, one of the good article is &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/3/26/focus/5930033&amp;amp;sec=focus"&gt;1 Malaysia the Korean way&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;as how the writer explain how a foreign act can unite the youth. And an interesting quote there is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;The kids did not have trouble getting along. “It’s when they lose their innocence and become corrupted by adult prejudices that they start thinking like &lt;/span&gt;adult. I also agree that parents do tend to 'poison' their child mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good piece is by &lt;a href="http://www.tonyfernandesblog.com/main.php/2010/03/30/we-can-be-champions-1"&gt;Tony&lt;/a&gt;, heck we all admire him. For me, he is someone I could really look up to even though our skin might be the same, people from all races loves the man. He pointed out that we ourself could be champion, yes I do wish someday I would stop worshiping Ferrari, we have our own heroes in Nicol David. From the article Tony said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;For too long we have been a nation of losers and we always whack those who try. We ridicule them instead of celebrating ambition, innovation and guts."&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;For me its a good point indeed. Before I ask one of my friend if he would rather an imported 5 year old car or a brand new Proton and he said of course imported one! Malaysian car have been ridicule as Milo can. we wack and we condemn the national car, but one question is, why are we still driving it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;It will take years to change the people mindset, as the older generation mostly 'poison' my generation, I do hope the idea of One Malaysia by the Prime Minister one day would be a reality, and who knows Tony might be our new PM candidate, he would certainly get my vote.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"It’s much better than just writing negative stories or post negative video on FB. Go out and make a difference. Don’t just hammer those with a positive attitude. Change today and go out and make a difference" - Tony Fernandes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/7707243318286241369-7006387167390144075?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7006387167390144075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7006387167390144075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7006387167390144075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7006387167390144075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/04/sinking-ship.html' title='the sinking ship'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-6776804289854880241</id><published>2010-04-11T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T04:18:32.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents =)</title><content type='html'>Coming here I not my choice, at time I am pissed with my parents to put me here. But they say always get what you want, but if u try sometimes, you get what you need. That sometimes is true, most of our life is not a Cinderalla story, there always sometimes we wont be happy with, sometimes we cant understand what the lecturer teach, sometimes we wish for a little extra allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting all that aside, for this post, I would really thank my parents. Recently I keep track on my spending, and save it on excel. If you really keep track of your spending and put a cap on your daily spending, you will feel the pain of over spending. Things are really getting expensive, no doubt. now 4.50 is the new 3.50 even if you go to hawker. This make me appreciate the allowance my parents gave me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of living is getting higher by the day especially in the city. I really don't know how my parents manage the financial, but I feel, supporting 3 kids who is growing, with tuitions, itself it is really a burden. And pulling a rabbit out of the pocket, &amp;nbsp;they somehow manage to send all of us to university. Some might argue " got Ptptn mah" but both of my siblings are enrolled in private college. The only way I could see is that my parents always put our need first, instead of getting the high end beauty product, my mom would opt for a more reasonable one, instead of changing his golf club, he bought my sister the handphone that she wanted badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don understand the feeling of being a parent, but I as I grow older I slowly able to catch a little bit of it. Yesterday is suppose to be a very memorable day for me. Its the day I got my freedom. But I have to seat and complete the tons of assignment. Disappointed I could not witness it, but I am really thankful for my parents for giving me the chance. Now, I just want to look forward to do well in in studies, as they always remind me "just study, and don't worry about anything else".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-6776804289854880241?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/6776804289854880241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=6776804289854880241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6776804289854880241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6776804289854880241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/04/parents.html' title='Parents =)'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-8795627978272808821</id><published>2010-04-09T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T04:24:32.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate it but i know i will miss it..</title><content type='html'>With recent events like all the 3 dateline which is coming this Monday,exams and all that jazz, its gonna be, and it is a busy week. Lab is crazy, with people start to line up from 9 p.m onwards, thank God that Yee kean already lined up a day earlier at 5 a.m. thus we manage to finish the lab, the graph at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week, there also Nano Science exam. I did badly for the first test and not knowing what the question was asking, I hate that feeling. Thus for test 2 this time, I put in a bit more effort, I do hope that it will pay off, and of course, with a little help of Red Bull during the preparation at the library adding the fact that my class starts from 10 am till 7 pm during that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough, yes.... &amp;nbsp;hate it, a little bit. I mean of course anyone with a sane mind would just want an easy cruising life, but this life as a university student is the opposite, especially when am suppose to graduate next year, if nothing bad happen, the road is getting harder. &amp;nbsp;but I know like it or not, assignment have to be done, exam have to seat thus instead of venting it better to enjoy the moment as student as much as possible before it ends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester is my industrial training, there are still some work to do especially the logistics. But coming back the following semester, is not something am looking forward to. yes I would love to graduate, but apart from academics, there are other things that occuring. In short, sometimes friends are there for you, and sometimes friends fuck things up for you. But its not really my decision. Like all the exams and assignment, like it or hate it,its gonna happen and am gonna face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, am too am thankful to have two wonderful partner in my assignments , Yee Kean and Pei Se. Also some patience and compromise from other group like Jensen's. Other than technical 'support' &amp;nbsp;from Nanotech course mate like Sooi Long, Ken and Yin Ling. Sometimes when we don't know the person well, we might think they are lansi, but instead of listen to what others said, its better for us to get to know them personally and judge it for ourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun is setting we can view the sunlight dim from the library to the grandhall, coming here is not my first choice, but I know I will miss it someday, One more year for me to appreciate it and have no regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-8795627978272808821?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/8795627978272808821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=8795627978272808821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8795627978272808821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8795627978272808821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-it-but-i-know-i-will-miss-it.html' title='i hate it but i know i will miss it..'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-747587178166624851</id><published>2010-03-26T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:14:19.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Haven't really got the time to reminiscing lately, or for the past month or 2. searching for internship, trying to keep up with the &lt;s&gt;kardashian &amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;class, sister wedding, mid term, assignments.... do make me feel bad too because I hardly catch up with my friends too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last nite was a night out at zouk. quite sufficient number of pretty and sexy babes around. the place is so-so, too smoky for my liking personally. Although there are lots of hot one around, there are also the not so hot one trying to get some attention, well... its not much an attention rather than distraction. to put it in simple, a size 20 tube dress should be illegal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;partying and all that is the thing we do, while we young. but after a while the fun of partying and club just got saturated. Although my ideal case of life is earn a lot of dough and party with all the different hot chic every night. I mean, which guy would disagree right? but they say, God's work works in different way. As time move on, lots of event happen make you rethink of your plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As cheesy as it sound, the thought of the old traditional happy-ever after thing did cross my mind, but life's surprise &amp;nbsp;is not always sweet as a box of chocolate. Recently a friend also suffer the same fate, and almost the same situation. I do hope I could giving a shoulder to lean on to that poor fella. Going through such experience with no support, well... it sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;From sad things, lets look at happier things, some might say the miracle of life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is story of......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boy from Melaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;meet girl in Ireland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;girl from Thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boy study in Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boy back for summer break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boy fly to Bangkok to visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Girl fly to Melaka visit boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Girl vow to fly to Canada for boy's graduation&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Girl &lt;s&gt;starve,work at tiger show&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;save up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;save just enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Girl went to the embassy for visa interview&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Girl virtually got the visa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soon, girl flying to Canada to meet Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;True story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S60iwXynC_I/AAAAAAAADHk/NeJZarvNSd8/s1600/pr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S60iwXynC_I/AAAAAAAADHk/NeJZarvNSd8/s320/pr.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the cute transatlantic couple&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes its a true story of my friend. meeting half way around the world to find out both of you are from neighbouring country. for me that is already something amazing, and being able to sustain the relationship and the sacrifice to fly to Canada just for his convocation. That is just out of this world. I mean, if you got limited resources, won't you just buy something that you really want? like a new gadget or branded handbags?but to sacrifice for a guy.... sorry to be generalizing or judgemental but, which girl do that? &amp;nbsp;well only good one i guess, there are girls like that but the group is getting smaller. do wish them the happy ever after ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;from the potential to the new happily married..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/oneoceanlogistics#p/u"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to watch all 20 parts of the wedding from the eve to the dinner it self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7707243318286241369-747587178166624851?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/747587178166624851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=747587178166624851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/747587178166624851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/747587178166624851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S60iwXynC_I/AAAAAAAADHk/NeJZarvNSd8/s72-c/pr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-6668340525737631325</id><published>2010-03-10T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:18:55.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5eyHC0ej6I/AAAAAAAADF0/zVoGngJ6sVE/s1600-h/21836_254135599505_531319505_3430392_4820065_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5eyHC0ej6I/AAAAAAAADF0/zVoGngJ6sVE/s320/21836_254135599505_531319505_3430392_4820065_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, March 14th 2010, its her big day.Officially.She is the first among us siblings to walk into the other side, even cutting the queue, she is the first to step in family-hood. There are still this question on my mind that can only be answer with time. Is wedding meaning that you gain another brother? or you just losing a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezsaThGsI/AAAAAAAADG0/RCs604PAWx8/s1600-h/dsc_0109-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezsaThGsI/AAAAAAAADG0/RCs604PAWx8/s320/dsc_0109-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezJjlKHiI/AAAAAAAADGc/-WzmvB5zktA/s1600-h/dsc_0057-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezJjlKHiI/AAAAAAAADGc/-WzmvB5zktA/s320/dsc_0057-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the morning of the legal binding wedding ceremony. Means they are marry in the eye of the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezSNdqqpI/AAAAAAAADGk/GRsfiwxG-eE/s1600-h/dsc_0093-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezSNdqqpI/AAAAAAAADGk/GRsfiwxG-eE/s320/dsc_0093-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The witnesses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezpjGLtQI/AAAAAAAADGs/tJCFVlLBIVc/s1600-h/dsc_0100-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezpjGLtQI/AAAAAAAADGs/tJCFVlLBIVc/s320/dsc_0100-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought the exchange of vow is a deep touching and emotional moment between the bride and the soon to be husband. It means the mother of all promise that you gonna make and are to be bond to the words till death due us part. Well at least thats the ideal case. But got no idea why its funny for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezwbathWI/AAAAAAAADG8/lIJWK5kmzP8/s1600-h/dsc_0128-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezwbathWI/AAAAAAAADG8/lIJWK5kmzP8/s320/dsc_0128-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you really happy Mr.Gan? where is the smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezzeXWw3I/AAAAAAAADHE/h23QCKy6a4c/s1600-h/dsc_0137-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ezzeXWw3I/AAAAAAAADHE/h23QCKy6a4c/s320/dsc_0137-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the watery eyes of my elder brother. Although he did not show much emotion, to jaga his macho-ness. But somehow as the eldest, I think he do care for her just, don't know how to show or express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ez2KfrTPI/AAAAAAAADHM/e-sFpxbg53Q/s1600-h/dsc_0143-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ez2KfrTPI/AAAAAAAADHM/e-sFpxbg53Q/s320/dsc_0143-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's official, legally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ez9tVyP0I/AAAAAAAADHU/43-1MiokXHQ/s1600-h/dsc_0191-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5ez9tVyP0I/AAAAAAAADHU/43-1MiokXHQ/s320/dsc_0191-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New family? For me personally I still feel a certain degree of akwardness by having a brother in law. I guess there is not much bonding, or a get to know each other season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5e0Bp-JCvI/AAAAAAAADHc/mM4BMok622M/s1600-h/dsc_0221-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5e0Bp-JCvI/AAAAAAAADHc/mM4BMok622M/s400/dsc_0221-copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off go the happy couple. What ever &amp;nbsp;my questions are.... I guess one thing is for certain. You can't choose who you are related to. Thus, as a brother, as long as she is happy. I got her back. Hope the wedding this weekend will go on smoothly. &lt;s&gt;No cold feet, no run away bride, no exes&lt;/s&gt; Congrats both of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-6668340525737631325?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/6668340525737631325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=6668340525737631325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6668340525737631325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6668340525737631325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/03/sisters-wedding.html' title='Sister&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5eyHC0ej6I/AAAAAAAADF0/zVoGngJ6sVE/s72-c/21836_254135599505_531319505_3430392_4820065_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-2890897087742341247</id><published>2010-03-08T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:02:18.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my kelantan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went back to my beloved hometown for chinese new year. An 10 hours car ride plus the stops to visit old friends and to look at our old town. The driving was good. Driving up to Cameron Highland/Gua Musang interchange via Simpang pulai, certainly do train my driving skills especially my main weakness at taking corner at a not so turtle speed. the only down side to it is I lose my okley sunglass bag, while stopping at one of the R&amp;amp;R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our first stop was Kuala Krai. For those who doesn't know, I was born and brought up here, until I was 10 and moved to Bangsar. Yes, there are still lots of fond memories, and no I have not forgotten, this is where I came from. Maybe its true that most of my growing up years I spend in the 90210 of Malaysia, but at heart, I am still the boy from this small town. It is not as develop as SP, no we don't have 2 tesco, heck, its even more remote than Kangar. But no, we don't stay in houses on stick. But bare in mind that our GDP is higher than the country. The main economy here is timber, and now the town is turned into a bird nest town with lots of empty shop lots are converted to nest the swallow. But the special thing for me is always the people. There is a eating place. nothing special really about the food, but you see, in this shop, the malay do the cooking, and the chinese makes the drink. and the customer? are from both races. &amp;nbsp;It is certainly different from the people here in the city. Taking example of the open house in Klang. The chinese host, serve Bak Kut Teh, and the host invite some muslim guests. Of course there are some halal food like curry fish and rice etc.. but with the Bak Kut Teh, even if its at 2 different table, it just show no respect to the guests. To me thats the sickening part of the people here in the city, lack of sensitivity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At Kuala Krai, I get a ride on my uncle's hilux. and we went to the timber mill. for the first time I saw the vehicle the logger called 'san tai wong'. it is used to pull down trees. its huge and powerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We drive up to the capital, Kota Baru, where my grandma is. Sometimes its a bit confusing when people ask me where is my hometown/where am I from. Sometimes I say Bangsar, Kuala Krai, Kota Bahru and now Klang. Every year for the past say 6-5 years, the Chinese New Year end after the first day ends. I mean after the first day, there is no more big ang pau to collect rite? and all the places are already visited, as both my parents place are just about 10-15 min drive away. So our relatives are literally nearby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chinese New Year for me personally is about family. All my life during CNY I am back here. No, I don't celebrate it with my friends, because none of them in Kelantan and with the exception for university, majority of my friends are either Malay or Indian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And yes, the main ingredient of my trip back to Kelantan is always is, and always will be the FOOD. mostly are Kelantanese food, its pointless to eat chinese food here because there are so many variety of chinese food which are better and at a much more reasonable price in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the menu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U3BaSq2xI/AAAAAAAADD0/aY7eQTAL2x4/s1600-h/IMG_0070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U3BaSq2xI/AAAAAAAADD0/aY7eQTAL2x4/s400/IMG_0070.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Curry rice with deep fried quail and ayam kampung&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U4PPg-JmI/AAAAAAAADEc/dZKDYpcSxpk/s1600-h/IMG_0078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U4PPg-JmI/AAAAAAAADEc/dZKDYpcSxpk/s640/IMG_0078.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes, thats the Legend..wait for it DARY.. legendary goat head curry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUNCH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U4h4ElM9I/AAAAAAAADEk/5Lq3NIBqiSI/s1600-h/IMG_0079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U4h4ElM9I/AAAAAAAADEk/5Lq3NIBqiSI/s640/IMG_0079.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ayam percik available everyday! yes everyday! not only during ramadan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U5jbrtzSI/AAAAAAAADE8/RnfdMbBUvQo/s1600-h/IMG_0082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U5jbrtzSI/AAAAAAAADE8/RnfdMbBUvQo/s400/IMG_0082.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;various curry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U6gipeyWI/AAAAAAAADFc/QmtDWMgkrJU/s1600-h/IMG_0093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U6gipeyWI/AAAAAAAADFc/QmtDWMgkrJU/s640/IMG_0093.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nasi Sumatera. its so big, they need a nail to wrap it as rubber band will snap thus its also known as 'Nasi Paku'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U3tRBycJI/AAAAAAAADEM/qJxzwpRxXM0/s1600-h/IMG_0074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U3tRBycJI/AAAAAAAADEM/qJxzwpRxXM0/s400/IMG_0074.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sup Tulang/Gear Box&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U3kEGzBeI/AAAAAAAADEE/FRN0nRoIbM8/s1600-h/IMG_0072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U3kEGzBeI/AAAAAAAADEE/FRN0nRoIbM8/s640/IMG_0072.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;will choose this over bak kut teh anytime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DESSERT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U405ZfPgI/AAAAAAAADEs/0rDPCkmLEo0/s1600-h/IMG_0080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U405ZfPgI/AAAAAAAADEs/0rDPCkmLEo0/s400/IMG_0080.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U5K4H17jI/AAAAAAAADE0/MPPe5buLgSU/s1600-h/IMG_0081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U5K4H17jI/AAAAAAAADE0/MPPe5buLgSU/s400/IMG_0081.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Variety of kuih if u have a sweet tooth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DINNER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U7C-Ic3wI/AAAAAAAADFs/Pql6ULR4YcI/s1600-h/IMG_0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U7C-Ic3wI/AAAAAAAADFs/Pql6ULR4YcI/s640/IMG_0096.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ayam ANAL-U-AR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;... no its not the name and look quite obscene too, but taste not bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUPPER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U5qAgxLGI/AAAAAAAADFE/4riK4VTDybA/s1600-h/IMG_0084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U5qAgxLGI/AAAAAAAADFE/4riK4VTDybA/s400/IMG_0084.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are plenty of store like this, beng is actually 'peng' in chinese and translate into ice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The main highlight this new year is the addition to the family. We have 2 new addition as 2 of my cousin welcome a boy and a girl each to their respective family. Thus, everyone naik pangkat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U37aOFNtI/AAAAAAAADEU/RfZCPn06Bvo/s1600-h/IMG_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U37aOFNtI/AAAAAAAADEU/RfZCPn06Bvo/s400/IMG_0077.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma with grand daughter and great grandson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U6uFGepEI/AAAAAAAADFk/4ucL44NGBZk/s1600-h/IMG_0095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U6uFGepEI/AAAAAAAADFk/4ucL44NGBZk/s400/IMG_0095.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U6FBKte3I/AAAAAAAADFM/b8lxZY2vomE/s1600-h/IMG_0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U6FBKte3I/AAAAAAAADFM/b8lxZY2vomE/s640/IMG_0085.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boy surprisingly did not cry with me around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U6PDygU8I/AAAAAAAADFU/6NaxoKCDEuY/s1600-h/IMG_0092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U6PDygU8I/AAAAAAAADFU/6NaxoKCDEuY/s400/IMG_0092.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We bought a new washing machine for grandma, and yes it is delivered old school style. yes brother look on, this is only what we called 'Engineering logistic solution'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U3LBL1sII/AAAAAAAADD8/gj_8W-rPQIE/s1600-h/IMG_0071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U3LBL1sII/AAAAAAAADD8/gj_8W-rPQIE/s640/IMG_0071.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;checking out the new institution after mmu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-2890897087742341247?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/2890897087742341247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=2890897087742341247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/2890897087742341247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/2890897087742341247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-kelantan.html' title='my kelantan'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S5U3BaSq2xI/AAAAAAAADD0/aY7eQTAL2x4/s72-c/IMG_0070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-6019565286271322739</id><published>2010-02-22T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:41:08.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S4J6-7Sr60I/AAAAAAAADDs/ReUN8Ga8XSM/s1600-h/illinoisfront.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S4J6-7Sr60I/AAAAAAAADDs/ReUN8Ga8XSM/s640/illinoisfront.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #020c19; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0pt; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0pt; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0pt; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0pt; 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background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0pt; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0pt; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0pt; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0pt; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0pt; padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt; padding-right: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;University of Illinois&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-6019565286271322739?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/6019565286271322739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=6019565286271322739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6019565286271322739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6019565286271322739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/02/foe.html' title='FOE'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S4J6-7Sr60I/AAAAAAAADDs/ReUN8Ga8XSM/s72-c/illinoisfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7693972572435581839</id><published>2010-02-08T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:18:00.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are black n white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Male n female&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;dick n pussy&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;big n small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;engineer n musican don't make a good combination &lt;s&gt;or music&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;instead,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.............................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.............................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S3B_3KgZQMI/AAAAAAAADDk/KLDZavpU3l4/s1600-h/IMG_0065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S3B_3KgZQMI/AAAAAAAADDk/KLDZavpU3l4/s640/IMG_0065.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Err hu player n pianist &lt;b&gt;DOES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;happy chinese new year everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7693972572435581839?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7693972572435581839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7693972572435581839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7693972572435581839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7693972572435581839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-are-black-n-white-male-n-female.html' title=''/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S3B_3KgZQMI/AAAAAAAADDk/KLDZavpU3l4/s72-c/IMG_0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-4850654135654026243</id><published>2010-02-08T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:16:33.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tutor</title><content type='html'>I took half day off from class today ( monday), due to my laziness, hope can brush off this slacking, or it is just CNY is coming soon. So my class starts at 3 p.m today. went to electronics tutorial till Mr. Bala cancel it, so i went for Advance MicroP tutorial for the first time this semester due to my tutor left for Sydney, Good luck Ms. Chong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always see him around campus, everytime I put on a straight face, try just NOT to look at it. But he always put on a normal face as if nothing happen. Am talking about my tutor today, who have lost one of his leg due to illness or accident, am not sure. The spirit of that man is inspirational, not letting his disability limit his chance in life. My hats off to you. viola!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-4850654135654026243?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/4850654135654026243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=4850654135654026243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4850654135654026243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4850654135654026243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/02/tutor.html' title='tutor'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7136600874841784177</id><published>2010-01-25T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:39:37.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamed a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S11yblHEzMI/AAAAAAAADCM/0FDDHBtOpA8/s1600-h/IMG_0055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Opposite attracts they say. Boy like girl, girl like boy, black and white, big eye and small eye, big leg and big tummy. Ironic isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being this is the last holiday, taking in consideration of internship and FYP, thus my initial plan was to go on a eurotrip, countdown in Dublin for new year, some boxing day shopping, sightseeing London, and top it off with a visit to Old Trafford for a best club in the world, Manchester United play. But things works out to be the opposite. Study instead of shopping, stay at home instead of going for countdown, catch Jacklyn Victor instead of Man United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things happen for a reason, its sort of blessing in disguise, why? Because winter in Europe is so damn bad, it would freeze ur balls off, Man United is having an off season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Instead I go to sunny Thailand with my uni mates. After an ON-OFF few days finally we decide to go to our own northern trip. Cuti- cuti Malaysia lah katakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BDgBneNqI/AAAAAAAADBU/RCYAQCPzOs0/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BDgBneNqI/AAAAAAAADBU/RCYAQCPzOs0/s640/IMG_0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jac performing for christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;After almost 6 tiring hours on the road, everyone was cranky wondering when will we arrive? . Until we saw rainbow that brighten everyone’s mood. No the rainbow was NOT in Land of the 2 tesco, SP the rainbow is in The Land of Ee Woon, Gurun. Beautiful double rainbow and paddy field with the compliment of the sun set, do remind me a lot of my hometown. Another 2 more hours we arrive in Perlis to be greeted by our Perlis host, Yee Kean n Yuan Hong, after they pick up the civilian of the World #1 Mee goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BEcYM_IMI/AAAAAAAADBk/DCph-B-iVyk/s1600-h/IMG_0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BEcYM_IMI/AAAAAAAADBk/DCph-B-iVyk/s400/IMG_0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personally I feel that there are similarities between &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Alor setar/Perlis and my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Most of the place with lots of majorities are Malay followed by Chinese, which best part of all, everyone respect each other and able to live peacefully, unlike in the city, where we hardly know our neighbor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are also some Thai influence as it is bordering Thailand. Some are Thai Muslim that migrated to Malaysia, we can see it from the language to the food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The houses, the shop are also kind of similar too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Also the lifestyle, around 11.30 p.m, most of the shop will be closed. And they start the day very early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BFPOlCn4I/AAAAAAAADB8/Fnt5ihGHajo/s1600-h/IMG_0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BFPOlCn4I/AAAAAAAADB8/Fnt5ihGHajo/s320/IMG_0027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BCumXl72I/AAAAAAAADBM/UR40cs7_zGw/s1600-h/IMG_0030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BCumXl72I/AAAAAAAADBM/UR40cs7_zGw/s320/IMG_0030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BCumXl72I/AAAAAAAADBM/UR40cs7_zGw/s1600-h/IMG_0030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BD1_VlvOI/AAAAAAAADBc/h_Lb1FCfAdw/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BD1_VlvOI/AAAAAAAADBc/h_Lb1FCfAdw/s320/IMG_0031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Serial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;rapist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;picture of the 'sui bo' and the 'soi kong'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fortunate enough, I was able to go around on a bike, with Jen Tat being riding. Due to the accident that involve my uncle few years ago, which cost his life, there are not much chance for me to go on&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;a bike. Riding on the bike, early morning, fresh air, is just relaxing. In a nut shell, a good place to unwind, and keep away from all the hussle bussle of the city life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BCgnLC6qI/AAAAAAAADBE/dDSrBAxOL6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BCgnLC6qI/AAAAAAAADBE/dDSrBAxOL6Y/s640/IMG_0032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"fresh" air fresh from the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Perlis we are brought to 2 awesome dinner. The first night dinner was at Kuala Perlis, nearby the jetty. Having seafood, FRESH seafood, with some thai/Chinese twist. The second night dinner was Ikan Bakar by the “kakak”, good food, and its reasonable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BFhcYjCiI/AAAAAAAADCE/lt0ehKPbkBM/s1600-h/IMG_0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BFhcYjCiI/AAAAAAAADCE/lt0ehKPbkBM/s400/IMG_0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Like this for all the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Thailand, well, there is ALMOST a game of ‘lost in translation’ why almost because some of the vendor could speak a lil of mandarin and hokkien. From Samurai Burger (Mc’d pork burger), Mango pulut to ice cream pulut. Except for Phad Thai, I can’t recall anything that we miss out. We are also entertain by a magican that was able to make a steaming hot pau disappear in a blink of an eye. Thailand is always going to be Thailand. With all the street food/shops, bargain, offers, hot weather, and yet a hotter tom yam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BErZz5S-I/AAAAAAAADBs/dvv4AjHnDCo/s1600-h/IMG_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BErZz5S-I/AAAAAAAADBs/dvv4AjHnDCo/s320/IMG_0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a couple of couples &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BE_ADtsMI/AAAAAAAADB0/SW7BJ6FYK8M/s1600-h/IMG_0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BE_ADtsMI/AAAAAAAADB0/SW7BJ6FYK8M/s320/IMG_0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;massage..Mmmmmmmm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In SP, or sungai Petani, is all about #1.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;2 step of forward you will get this, 3 step back you will find this. Our host here is the Boon. And with our guide, a proud SP, Way chow and Jen Tat. Curry noodle by the botak with one janggut&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;for breakfast and out to SP to Selinsing for fish head noodle, and the 50 cent for the 2 spoon of nasi lemak for supper, and blended groundnut for desert, which got the thumbs up by the food show ‘ho chiak’. SP is not bad really, with 2 tesco, although Ipoh have 3, still none of it are multistories, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;but Land of the 2 Jusco, with one being the largest in South East Asia, and the birth place for Bak Kut Teh, is better :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A rocking cendol pulut in Perlis to the super long queue black and white in Ipoh, and finally I have gotten my curry chicken in bread. After years and years of waiting, it’s more to nostalgic than the taste. Last time the taste is nicer. It is just a reminder of the memories of the frequent trip to the north, either to Clearwater or to Fohsan, or even to Ferringhi.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The north is always been a good place for me. Thanks for the hospitality, and guide around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"best memories are not captured by &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DSLR, digicam,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; but it is captured by our heart"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-8947059004134065247?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/8947059004134065247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=8947059004134065247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8947059004134065247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8947059004134065247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/01/opposite-attracts.html' title='Opposite attracts'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/S1BDgBneNqI/AAAAAAAADBU/RCYAQCPzOs0/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-4899466415501207301</id><published>2010-01-12T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:10:21.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;In a year plus time it's time to leave Uni and into the working world.after much culculation, the current 'luxury' are just afforadable to sustain the current lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the worst case scenario,a fresh grad with a pay of rm 2000. After tax,assumption leaving around rm1800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rm 1800 salary can breakdown into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rm 500 assuming taking a new proton car worth around rm45000 and a rm20000 downpayment @ a 3.45% or so,thus the monthly installment will b apporoximately rm 500.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rm400 for fuel and toll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rm300 for room rental assuming I work outside kl or selangor. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rm100 saving for annual car insurance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meaning I could spend less than rm 20 a day for food.meaning no more luxury such as mc donalds, or movies or even trip back home if I were to stay out of state.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more new clothes,even spending on gf will b tight. It's not trifty,it's just hard fact.thus as I wrote this in 1u, in front of shop like bebe,Ralph lauren,fcuk n Tommy.it's farewell till I c u again when am succussful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-4899466415501207301?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/4899466415501207301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=4899466415501207301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4899466415501207301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/4899466415501207301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2010/01/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7922003950335548298</id><published>2009-12-31T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:20:29.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>5, 4, 3, 2, 1!! &amp;nbsp;*pow boom boom pow* no its not the black eye peas, the sound of the fireworks, goes off. we bid farewell to 2009 and welcome 2010. Should I be excited? moderately optimistic? super hyped up? Another year means another year have pass by, and we grow older by a year. Personally I love the carefree, immature life of a child. No worries, no commitment, no responsibilities.The date says, am officially 21 but still don feel or act like one yet. Still finding my feet,grasping all that jazz with responsibilities and being adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I remember I cant wait to grow up, because when I grow up, I would have more money to buy Lego, instead of need to beg my parents to get me my lego. Few years on... when my allowance is increased, yet the last lego i bought was for my small cousin for christmas a few years back. Receiving a lego set this year for my birthday gift does make me flash back to my childhood. Too bad with finals exam, I cant build my latest model for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, am searchin for a place to do my industrial training. the first step in stepping into working life. such contradiction rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;old &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;experience lady who just know me, advise me to make my heart and head in sync, because its so divided. I think its very true. Maybe its a test for me,to be stern in making my choices. sometimes lack of choices is a problem, but too many choices also brings problem too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you describe your 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying goes,&lt;i&gt; " its not how u start, its how u finish it"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life example can be living proof for example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;one team can go behind at the first half of a match, but still can win it at the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some might not have a higher education but still can be a success in life, Bill Gates, David B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;You might skip the foreplay, but still give her orgasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how I really spend my last day of 2009? I decided to stay in this time. Jams, crowds, crazy&amp;nbsp;revelers, is just probably not my forte this time. Although some might find it hard to belive, as they have the impression that am some wild club hopping dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, I spend a lot of time with my brother ever since I came back from MMU. the kind of bonding that is very rare ever since he step into uni, and that was 7 years ago. Its a really nice change from the post-christmas situation that I am in which is very not the nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of those new year sms says "leave all the 2009 prob behind as we embrace the new year" but sometimes the prob will follow u till the new year or even ur next life.But thinking of its nothing I could do anymore until the result is out, the power is not in my hand, thus I decide to join the Hatyai trip next week, to at least try to get my mind off with amazing thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010, and 2011 are gonna be the "academic year" with FYP, industrial training, and simply no room for error during exam. enough stress rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, there is the big wedding of my only sister. Enough said, that will be a heck of busy time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to 2009, probably right now, I would say its a moderate year.nothing too tragic or too awesome happen. But its safe to say, that I learn to face a few of my "fears" if its the right way to put it, or let just say it as things I won't do before this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;swim in the ocean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving in a crazy busy highway for long distant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;settling in klang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading the paper daily,now its a habit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;interact with those that i think i won't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stand up against the 'greater power'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;having emotion attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010, where it will lead? who know..but things I would like to do or a better term, new year resolution. there are no list but in general, I would like to be more positive on things. I really admire those around me that could keep their cool and be open and positive. belive it or not, we are lil bit and part of those people that surrounding us. some people might have drastic change, and some have lil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really have this weird feeling, that i kept to myself. its really really really really really really really really weird feel....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; i miss debate, there i said it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till next time, Happy New Year everyone. Hope it will be awesome to all&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/7707243318286241369-7922003950335548298?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7922003950335548298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7922003950335548298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7922003950335548298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7922003950335548298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7914791517953652591</id><published>2009-12-21T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:37:48.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 50 food!</title><content type='html'>this is my list of food n the location that in my personal opinion thinks its good. no pics, because I think its annoying when people will go like &amp;nbsp;"wait &amp;nbsp;wait take picture first" &amp;nbsp;perut lapar la! well this is my list, whats yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deep fried Tenggiri- Banana leaf store in klang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Waruwel -Seetharam Banana leaf &amp;nbsp;bangsar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roti kosong - Restaurant IV Pandamaran and Nirwana's Bangsar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naan Garlic/butter/Kashmiri/whatever - Sagar's and Sarawana Bahwan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi Lemak - Nasi lemak Tangling and Nasi lemak tanah Merah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satay Celup- Capitol,Melacca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steak-Victoria station&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BBQ chicken wing- &amp;nbsp;any chinese hawkers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;char koey tiow- Sisters Char koey tiow, Penang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheese lobster- End of the world, Penang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tau sar Pheah- Ghee Hin or Him Hiang, Penang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asam Laksa- Jonker 88, lil penang cafe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Portugese ikan &amp;nbsp;bakar- follow the aroma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satay- nobody can get it wrong!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Crispers- Chillis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ribs- Victoria station (sorry tony roma's)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panini- Rome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Squid ink speggethi - Venice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crabs... black paper, marmite, salted egg - From Teluk Gong to Carrie Island&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet n sour crab eaten with deep fried man tou - Todak Restaurant, JB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dim Sum - Pudu's Teochew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yong tofu- Ampang n puchong. bukit tinggi? a bit cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roti Tissue - Kayu ( hands down)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom yum - the gallery, Chiang Mai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phad Thai - Anywhere in Thailand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi Kaya- Kelantan Market&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Akok- Grandma's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fried chicken- KFC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pandan Chicken -Ampang Yong to fu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi Briyani - The Lorong near Petaling Street&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi Lemak Ayam Rempah-Bangsar Utama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi Goreng Maryland -Murni SS2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Rice- Serdang's Weng Heong n Bukit Bintang Hainanese Chicken rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayam Percik- Yati,Kota Bahru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi Kerabu daging Bakar - yati,Kota Bahru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gourmet Bakwa- Bee Cheng Hiang (hands down)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayam Penyet- Ixora food court, Melacca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pizza - Street of Rome,Italy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Italian food in Malaysia- Nero fico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Brest - Chinos on the park, Klcc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rendang + Lemang - any malay house during raya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ling Chee Kang - Wong Sa, Kota Bahru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegetarian Restaurant -Sarawana Bahwan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neslo - Amloo stall,Serdang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayam Masak merah - wakaf bahru market&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gulai ayam - wakaf bahru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi Padang - Hoover, wakaf bahru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instant Mee Goreng - Mee Sedap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French fries- Mc D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chcolate Chip Cookies -Mark and Spencer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7914791517953652591?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7914791517953652591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7914791517953652591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7914791517953652591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7914791517953652591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-50-food.html' title='Top 50 food!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-8419880925959266511</id><published>2009-12-15T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:25:29.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have yourself a merry little christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas is coming really really soon, and it suppose to be a really really exciting time of the year. Regardless what religion you belief in, in Malaysia at least, lots of people love this time of the year. The decorations at the malls are just simply awesome, with the music played is just awesome-lah, thus apart from the true meaning of Christmas about the sacrifice of Jesus, &amp;nbsp;we Malaysian make it our own lah, its time to gather around again with friends and family, and reflect back what we have accomplished throughout the year, as we usher in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The supposedly busy period with exam here in MMU-land, everyone is excited with this year's exam timetable. but for me personally there is a bitch that forbid me to throughly enjoy the wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thus the annual shopping for gifts, and the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"last-minute-shopping-in-4malls-for-8hours-before eve dinner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is a no-no this year. honestly do not have any idea of what should i be getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;From the busy time prep for exam, I make time for a friend's b'day last weekend. a chance to meet the others too.its a bit&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;i should, as its really been a while since I was in the scene with them.but its nice to gather again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SydZ4QJWcEI/AAAAAAAADAs/2uhItOIlI_o/s1600-h/15344_227430203553_688013553_4093567_1718853_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SydZ4QJWcEI/AAAAAAAADAs/2uhItOIlI_o/s640/15344_227430203553_688013553_4093567_1718853_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;gurdip,abu,jess,me,vic,divesh,dena,ran,parisha,sonia,d-mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are also other guests from Auckland, like Annie,cicak,nigel and some from taylors and MCKL. really impress with some of them like Annie, who had migrated to Auckland since young, still remember that she is born in Malaysia, unlike some would be emberess just to be&amp;nbsp;associated with their motherland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While catching up with my friends, I overheard someone thanking the host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"thank you very much auntie for your generousity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And she came over to our table, not knowing any of us, and goes like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"enjoy the chit chat and catch up guys, i gtg"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's like woah! such courtesy,polite and well mannered person, shoe-new, than that taiping girl in nano class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its sunday, and that night, E-1-B is hosting a party for its very own china-man. Before that had an unexpected dinner with the&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"Kuantans"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in an another episode of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"The Kelatanese meet..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't really get it why my parents, dad especially likes to call people over for dinner. A few weeks ago, they invited the Teo's and the Koh's over, until Auntie Angela came to me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"come back again next weekend ya? so your mom cook again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, back to the "Kuantans" which consist of Janice as the main character, her bro and the girlfriend, LeAnn as in LeAnn Rimes according to how she introduce herself, although her voice sound more like Joanna Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I have to admit I am picky with my food, I have met people that don't take chicken *cough cough Pei Se* and then I met people who don't eat seafood in LeAnn. And the similarities? Both gobble down vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off with this song by Chris Rae heard this when was at KLCC's tower record, and actually got the cd just for this song during one of those&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"last-minute-shopping-in-4malls-for-8hours-before eve dinner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, hope those who is driving home for Christmas have a safe drive and a wonderful little Christmas. Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: still waiting for the fallen of the &lt;a href="http://bemusedyin.blogspot.com/"&gt;kuan Yin ma&lt;/a&gt; pics. damn she fall badly this year. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qK1odqo_Dws&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qK1odqo_Dws&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7707243318286241369-8419880925959266511?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/8419880925959266511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=8419880925959266511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8419880925959266511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8419880925959266511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='have yourself a merry little christmas'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SydZ6pvsyyI/AAAAAAAADA0/qv8DFKzroNA/s72-c/15344_227430328553_688013553_4093585_1814092_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1138577627771559923</id><published>2009-12-13T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:10:40.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>engineer + musician</title><content type='html'>can an engineer and a musician make a good combination?&lt;br /&gt;maybe as an &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/12/14/nation/5299303&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;individual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy b'day phoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1138577627771559923?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1138577627771559923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1138577627771559923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1138577627771559923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1138577627771559923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/12/engineer-musician.html' title='engineer + musician'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-6311560827252741931</id><published>2009-12-09T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:59:15.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre b'day emo-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/Sx-BtBH0R1I/AAAAAAAADAk/Gh3NDfIpEHE/s1600-h/DSC01714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/Sx-BtBH0R1I/AAAAAAAADAk/Gh3NDfIpEHE/s640/DSC01714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;noob camera, a meaningful shot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;kidding only ya ah phoon, don angry.&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/7707243318286241369-6311560827252741931?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/6311560827252741931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=6311560827252741931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6311560827252741931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6311560827252741931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/12/pre-bday-emo-ness.html' title='pre b&apos;day emo-ness'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/Sx-BtBH0R1I/AAAAAAAADAk/Gh3NDfIpEHE/s72-c/DSC01714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-959862190705021977</id><published>2009-12-08T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:23:03.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/Sx4lgcVTkbI/AAAAAAAADAU/crsUaXaPcDo/s1600-h/DSC01712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/Sx4lgcVTkbI/AAAAAAAADAU/crsUaXaPcDo/s640/DSC01712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for the celebrations,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for the gifts,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for just have the thought of giving a gift,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for the presence,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for the wishes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for the facebook messages,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for the sms all the way from UK,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for the sms all the way from Bangkok,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for all the local sms-es too,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for those who came back in time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for those who wanted to spend time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for those who volunteer to drive,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for those who understand my absent,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks also for those that &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; to understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish is for all to do well, regardless. thank you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-959862190705021977?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/959862190705021977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=959862190705021977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/959862190705021977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/959862190705021977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-all.html' title='thank you all'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/Sx4lgcVTkbI/AAAAAAAADAU/crsUaXaPcDo/s72-c/DSC01712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-3538318330063092686</id><published>2009-11-30T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:01:16.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SxPpjNLrYqI/AAAAAAAADAM/3GzKWXA9Rxs/s1600/2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SxPpjNLrYqI/AAAAAAAADAM/3GzKWXA9Rxs/s400/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SxPpK2y-q8I/AAAAAAAADAE/tUF5UBMg1lI/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SxPpK2y-q8I/AAAAAAAADAE/tUF5UBMg1lI/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CLUE #1,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;where to go detective?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;the land of cheese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;or the &lt;a href="http://www.kyspeaks.com/"&gt;cakap&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;kopitiam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Decision: the clue found in the kopitiam. Good job mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&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/7707243318286241369-3538318330063092686?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/3538318330063092686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=3538318330063092686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3538318330063092686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3538318330063092686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sherlock-holmes-in-making.html' title='I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SxPpjNLrYqI/AAAAAAAADAM/3GzKWXA9Rxs/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-6277919581373267117</id><published>2009-11-28T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:50:00.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letih</title><content type='html'>Been to the mall very frequent lately. &amp;nbsp;From Tuesday to Pavillion and Mid valley, Wednesday to Sunway and Thursday to Atria, and Saturday in Mid Valley.Jam pack time, coming back home with almost zero energy, remind me of the hectic life of KL. Its been a while since I left home when its dark and return home also when the sun already set. It used to be a routine. Classes, books, fun, friend and food. You move around, stuck in jam, wait for buses, smell the smoke fume that will cut short half of your life span, yup thats life in town alright. At the end of the day, after all the hours of jam are cleared you find your self around Jalan Sultan Ismail, looking at the lights the light up the buildings, you will tell your self, "what a wonderful world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out shopping at the malls, leaving all the technologies behind, thus no internet. when arrived home, I just feel like sleeping. wall post, AM, comments, all are not replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I found some time yesterday till I received a phone call while surfing FB,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" hello, Mr Gan please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the voice I already knew who that was, even with the unknown phone number. Its Hema, good ole friend from school that is back from Perth just before my b'day as promised. Another Guju who said coming back in time haven't received any news yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But browsing through FB, makes me feel like really do a lot of things. Especially with lots people around. But the fact that I really hate the most is I CANT. Like a prisoner in my own cell, I cant do anything about it, not even when you are suppose to be the man of the day, now feel like not looking forward to it. I used to the commander and chief flying high...sucks when you are not the commander anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all are our own prisoner of our desire. Like the ZARA sale, so many people line up early in the morning to grab hold of their designer label goods. Am too are guilty of it. Pushing, grabbing, long queue, yup thats some sale alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week booth for Cyber P hopefully gonna be open, as time is running out, I seriously not looking forward &amp;nbsp;for booth duty. I really would like to spend the time doing my own things, but again, are tied to it, as its a group effort, and as a group member I should chip in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-6277919581373267117?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/6277919581373267117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=6277919581373267117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6277919581373267117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6277919581373267117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/11/letih.html' title='Letih'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7521049508707377739</id><published>2009-11-23T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:22:03.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nafas lega</title><content type='html'>Exam is done today. Really hope I do well, from previous supposedly 4 chapters, cut down to two and during exam,we are required to choose one of the two topics. With the assignment already passed up on friday, it suppose to be good times. Cyber P things are taking shape and hopefully booth are ready and we will get a good reception for our trip. defying all odds that previous students says its hard to conduct a trip during short semester, hopefully MMU students will take part in our rock climbing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from a housemate birthday, Quek. A happy 21st to you. A simple celebration but a meaningful one with all his friends. Life can be simple sometimes and it can be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever my birthday come along the event that I wanted to attend but can't pops up. Especially the &lt;a href="http://www.monsooncup.com.my/"&gt;Monsoon cup&lt;/a&gt;. been wanting to go ever since I first&amp;nbsp;yacht trip, and wanted to work part time for the event management team that runs the show there. But every year there are always mid term and classes etc, thus I can't work or witness the event. Guess the closest I've been is when during my cousin wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome event is the &lt;a href="http://penangjazz.com/home.html"&gt;Penang Jazz festival&lt;/a&gt;, always love to be in Penang and listening and also be serenade &amp;nbsp;to Jazz music by the beach is just awesome-ly awesome or the swank and modern G-hotel.&amp;nbsp;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these event is the thing that 'you wish u where there' kinda moment. Nevertheless, I have to be realistic, although it sometimes nice to dream. I wish to afford those imported car when I work, like the honda and the toyota etc... but to be realistic I would be lucky enough if I could afford a Proton Saga when I start my work.if my pay is around Rm2300, &amp;nbsp;even a MyVi installment would put a hole in my pocket.It sucks to be realistic sometimes, but thats a fact. Near the Thai boarder, a clerk would only be paid less than Rm1000 for starting pay and an odd job worker that risk their life climbing container, under the hot sun would rely on their overtime to support their family, and some with kids. Maybe I cant speak for all the clerk who works there, but this is the pay in the market, at least in logistic, true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another event invitation also was received today, for Brats's year end camp. This is the camp for those who are chosen from all the camps throughout the year.only selected few are invited for that particular year. During my year, I was in Malacca for foundation, thus I missed out a lot, like white water rafting. &amp;nbsp;This year they are going to Pahang, to do off roading and &amp;nbsp;camping to find out life in small community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mail I&amp;nbsp;surprisingly&amp;nbsp;received today is from a lecturer. Its nice to have such lecturers that write to ask whats up and whats happening. Is a such a change from those up tight Dr of a lecturers, that thinks they are all that, just because they have the title 'Dr' and write some journals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good change of wind is that I noticed that well, how do i put this, not quite happy with me before this have let the past be the past. At this rate, I would be making peace and making more friends &amp;nbsp;than enemy in MMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a free day... I know I still have a lot of studying to do... at least more than others, but perhaps Pavillion is calling... for just tomorrow at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-7521049508707377739?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7521049508707377739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7521049508707377739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7521049508707377739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7521049508707377739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/11/nafas-lega.html' title='nafas lega'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-82849228177765011</id><published>2009-11-18T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:32:43.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SwSoVvGyP6I/AAAAAAAAC_8/YIjLv-cnpWE/s1600/yes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SwSoVvGyP6I/AAAAAAAAC_8/YIjLv-cnpWE/s320/yes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SwSoTulSbFI/AAAAAAAAC_0/mOBN91Xa99g/s1600/YES+30cm+poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SwSoTulSbFI/AAAAAAAAC_0/mOBN91Xa99g/s320/YES+30cm+poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did something that I regret.I turned down my early birthday gift during the weekend. I was a invited to be one of the 500 delegates for the YES conference. Somehow, my nerve got to me.Now am kicking myself, the chance to meet people I admire like Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another YES is the Year End Sale which will happen this Sunday if am not mistaken. As i trying to hide my disappointment in myself, probably a shopping therapy might work, plus its been a long time since I've shop, and I got a bundle of list to finish, especially with&amp;nbsp;Christmas is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit that this week should be good. I mean my assignment looks almost done *finger cross* now and the dateline is tomorrow. Guess am still disappointed and trying to look forward as nothing can be done already. To add more salt to injury,there is an Asian BP this weekend in Bangkok. would be nice to have a swan song tournament, and to meet up with everyone, jo, prae,liying,lukmo,farai and my sister from another mother sue who said wanted being me go Russia... Would be interesting to see how the coach,Tate face if he see me there with other uni tickets. Sometime I could be a bad influence, but I think i did good with Cav. Talking her into debate and also body combat when I was doing kickboxing. Would be nice to see how the apprentice's team do in their debut in a prestigious event. Guess all I could do is see their FB picture, and listening to Prae commenting, and this will be a story of 'how she met cav'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile, and the Christmas song on and pretend none of those excitement is happening, and prepare for Monday's midterm. "its that time of year, where the world fall in love,every song you hear seems to say merry christmas dream came true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/7707243318286241369-82849228177765011?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/82849228177765011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=82849228177765011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/82849228177765011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/82849228177765011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SwSoVvGyP6I/AAAAAAAAC_8/YIjLv-cnpWE/s72-c/yes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-8773836492726133941</id><published>2009-11-15T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:35:48.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kudos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good job Emi, attending a speech by the most powerful man in the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/Sv_IyeJxooI/AAAAAAAAC_M/SXVoEyvAV6M/s1600-h/12136_749965341308_2737090_44043114_124488_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/Sv_IyeJxooI/AAAAAAAAC_M/SXVoEyvAV6M/s640/12136_749965341308_2737090_44043114_124488_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/Sv_JNTPqhHI/AAAAAAAAC_k/AyAWLFnc_Qc/s1600-h/12136_749965401188_2737090_44043126_8106308_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/8773836492726133941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/11/kudos.html' title='kudos'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/Sv_IyeJxooI/AAAAAAAAC_M/SXVoEyvAV6M/s72-c/12136_749965341308_2737090_44043114_124488_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-4444992553033698902</id><published>2009-11-13T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:21:03.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and i</title><content type='html'>Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some am a friend,&lt;br /&gt;For some am a good friend,&lt;br /&gt;For some am a best friend,&lt;br /&gt;For some am a 'macha' kind of friend,&lt;br /&gt;For some am a bad friend,&lt;br /&gt;For some am a betrayer of a friend,&lt;br /&gt;For some am a bridge between two strangers to b friends,&lt;br /&gt;For some am annoying friend,&lt;br /&gt;For some am a friend with listening ears,&lt;br /&gt;For some am the 'him' in "please don tell him anything, he will spread",&lt;br /&gt;For some am the 'him' in "go ask him la, sure he know what happen to this and that person",&lt;br /&gt;For some am the friend that come for assignment answer,&lt;br /&gt;For some am person that they only come in time of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;For some am friend when they got no other friend or before they have any.&lt;br /&gt;For some am the 'old' friend when they found new one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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i'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-6583961918099356868</id><published>2009-11-12T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:20:13.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvwAOb8EHNI/AAAAAAAAC_E/ip7z_8HBHY4/s1600-h/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvwAOb8EHNI/AAAAAAAAC_E/ip7z_8HBHY4/s400/IMG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Less than half a month, am turning 21, less than 2 months we moving in to 2010.another inch nearer for graduation, and lesser time in the cell call MMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The legend, (wait for it)- dary trip &amp;nbsp;that supposedly to end the year with style, apparently is not on. sad to say with a student budget, and the short time frame of planning and also with the airline price raising Rm 800 every month of the delay, certainly looks now doom. The ideal case of watching Man United playing at old trafford, especially during their in rich vein of form during the winter and spending time in Scotland's bon fire for new year, and roam around London after new year. &amp;nbsp;Sound rocking right? oh well, there would be on the list of "should have done".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Next year also mark an eventful milestone in my family.My one and only sister is getting married. She would be the first among us 3 siblings to get married. Although at first I do think its a wtf thing, and some MMU friends do think its too early for her and&amp;nbsp;bombard&amp;nbsp;with lots of critics, but the opposite happen when I told one of my high school friend, he goes like "oh &amp;nbsp;hey, thats a wonderful news, tell her I say congrats" . Its the first positive response that I've gotten apart from the oh-stupid-la,oh-why-marry-at-such-age-la from MMU-ians. It certainly does open my eyes, and when I pay a courtesy visit to my sister's bf house together with my parents a couple of weeks back.Its a humbling experience for me, and make me tell myself, that she is my sister, who else is gonna support her if I am not, regardless what others might think, what ever that she is happy with, am sure to have her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, my dad ask my brother to take care of the house and look after my sister as he is going away this week and only be back on saturday, and so does my mom who is going away to write some papers for the bank, inside my heart, I laugh... "am sure the house gonna have a party-&lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;In life I think the 2 important is skills and luck. no matter how smart you are, you always need that luck,to make thing successful.I think I am fortunate. I am fortunate enough to experience things that maybe some might have experience it, but there are lots haven't yet. I sometimes find I do find it amusing, how others find things amusing, no matter how classy they try to act, in the end it won't just look unnatural. But at this age where we still finding who we are, its kinda hard to understand why people act that way. Like some might think having english name would make them more&amp;nbsp;glamorous, or they want to be 'different' and 'creative'. Too creative like naming themself after an expression i.e: happy lim or after a gas i.e&amp;nbsp;Barium&amp;nbsp;lim or adding an extra&amp;nbsp;alphabet i.e Ccris lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I say I am fortunate is because of my friends. Of course some friends do turn their back on you, sometimes can be a pain. I have all that so called friends, and now some might not be consider as friends, but the silver lining is, I do hope not to jinx this but, I fortunate enough to have friends that still keep in touch ever since primary. I do hope the reunion is a success. But apart from that, knowing that some like Hema, and Dharmik or D-man apparently they call him over in Melbourne would ask if I got anything on for my birthday so they could book a ticket in time for it. It could be true or just them sweet talking, it just nice to have friends that have you on their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unwritten &amp;nbsp;Bro code is not Bros before hoes, but we have to understand and not have the heart capacity the size of the or of a germ. For some probably not so happy when their friend have a significant others in their life. Let it be bf or gf, and the significant other take their time from their friend. But like I said earlier, I am fortunate to be able to experience this earlier while some still struggle to get the grip of this fact even when they are in their 20's. Having friend like Dharmik who have gf since form 2 till now, do help me to understand the situation that couple do need their time together, thus its all good in the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side its, my grades its not as on par as usual. I do let lots people down by that. Turning 21 soon, do makes me ponder who am I or what direction am I going to. No am not the first class student nor some president of the student body. Guess thats the biggest let down at the hood, as expectation from them before trying to talk me out from going to Malacca is not low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-6583961918099356868?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/6583961918099356868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=6583961918099356868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6583961918099356868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/6583961918099356868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/11/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvwAOb8EHNI/AAAAAAAAC_E/ip7z_8HBHY4/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-1000693115844927513</id><published>2009-11-06T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:04:55.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving</title><content type='html'>those who fail their driving test for a few time, read &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/8347164.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-1000693115844927513?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/1000693115844927513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=1000693115844927513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1000693115844927513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/1000693115844927513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/11/driving.html' title='driving'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-809193612919508372</id><published>2009-11-06T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:31:39.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gomo kelate gomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvQ9_bP1WLI/AAAAAAAAC-0/am2wL4ftrqw/s1600-h/gomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvQ9_bP1WLI/AAAAAAAAC-0/am2wL4ftrqw/s320/gomo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401010012979288242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvQ963Y-xMI/AAAAAAAAC-s/nPxpLUQTP34/s1600-h/kltn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvQ963Y-xMI/AAAAAAAAC-s/nPxpLUQTP34/s320/kltn.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401009934634501314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvQ9zoorOoI/AAAAAAAAC-k/dF-x4oclblg/s1600-h/ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvQ9zoorOoI/AAAAAAAAC-k/dF-x4oclblg/s320/ss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401009810414713474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku ore kelate, tapi dok penoh tengok kelate maie bola, tahon lepah, kelate kaloh kat final, tapi tahon ni, kelate masok final pulok lepah mene denga Perlih maso semi. Wala-pong banyok ha dulu denge keto polih pong ore kelate bakar, coach mat saleh dio tingga, kelate tetak kelate-lah, tetak bersatu. aku asyik tengok MU,MU jah, wala-pong tingga KL ko, Melaka ko, klang ko, tapi gak, hati aku tetak kelate. male esok aku harak, Kelate boleh gomo negeri. masok sebaga favourites, denge sokonge kuak ore kelate hok sokmo semangak. Male esok, harak harak kelate bulleh mene lepah pak puloh tahon lebih doh dok mene pialo nih. hok panda tu pon aku raso mesti dok panda apo ambo kechek nih, guno babel fish pong dok leh translate. sebelong aku abih, aku nok royak, "gomo kelate gomo abih teh "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-809193612919508372?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/809193612919508372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=809193612919508372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/809193612919508372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/809193612919508372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/11/gomo-kelate-gomo.html' title='gomo kelate gomo'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvQ9_bP1WLI/AAAAAAAAC-0/am2wL4ftrqw/s72-c/gomo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-3409229147124781282</id><published>2009-11-04T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:34:22.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sk 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvIrZrTRQ7I/AAAAAAAAC-c/PYFfuk-R2-A/s1600-h/DSC05740+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvIrZrTRQ7I/AAAAAAAAC-c/PYFfuk-R2-A/s320/DSC05740+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400426623290917810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-3409229147124781282?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/3409229147124781282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=3409229147124781282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3409229147124781282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/3409229147124781282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/11/sk-2.html' title='sk 2'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SvIrZrTRQ7I/AAAAAAAAC-c/PYFfuk-R2-A/s72-c/DSC05740+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-7149281378545070671</id><published>2009-10-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:15:41.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time and dime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Exclusiveness, special and all that good stuff, I think most people would crave for. Exclusive means we are different from the majority, and the different make us feel privilege and special . some might be in the car they drive, some might be in the clothes. but with so much of fake goods around, there is the lack of exclusiveness. Gone are the days where, when u pull on a Polo Ralph Lauren shirt, you will turn others head and make them go 'woah', this is due to there are lots of people making imitation stuff out there. with the open market, goods from Thailand and China easily claimed as "over stock" or "factory closing down stock", while the fact is, its an almost perfect imitation goods that will definitely fool the naked eye. other than the Polo T, LV's handbag too is one of the 'hot' item.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japan is one of those nation that crave for LV. I once spoke to Chori about LV. a very good answer I got is, "I don buy it because I can't afford it" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That certainly make a lot of sense, I mean,just to bergaya you buy the fake thing? it just cant pull the look off-lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So unless its dvd, don buy fake stuff-lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the holidays, i went to Aeon Bukit Tinggi near my place with my family. All of them came after they were out, me, came well... i was home so i have my shorts on those really ah-pek and yet comfortable shorts, well if u in klang, you do what klang ppl do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking into the watch shop, yes in my shorts, yet the mofo salesman din even want to have a look, but cant really blame him, as appearance is important, am being realistic not shallow. altho I do wish i would someday walk in to the shop and actually purchased somethin. off he go to my dad who had his eye on the tag's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuXQApS2J0I/AAAAAAAAC-U/9kgcQd9Ea9Q/s1600-h/tag-heuer-carrera-mtc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuXQApS2J0I/AAAAAAAAC-U/9kgcQd9Ea9Q/s320/tag-heuer-carrera-mtc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396948437976885058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tag's carrera&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuXP1usSTKI/AAAAAAAAC-E/tiHPfTUyQ58/s1600-h/Tag-Heuer-Carrera-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuXP1usSTKI/AAAAAAAAC-E/tiHPfTUyQ58/s320/Tag-Heuer-Carrera-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396948250447203490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tag's carrera with metal strap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuXPu0IuJOI/AAAAAAAAC98/TEnCfegdj2I/s1600-h/tag-heuer-monaco-calibre-360-ls-12642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuXPu0IuJOI/AAAAAAAAC98/TEnCfegdj2I/s320/tag-heuer-monaco-calibre-360-ls-12642.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396948131649561826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tag's monaco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag-heaur do really have some nice watches, but I do feel there their product have been over-advertised, thus lost its exclusiveness (tho i won't mind having one). But Brietling have been one of those thing that i would love to have when I am successful. tho i won't mind having one now too with dec 4th is coming real soon.but the chances for a b'day gift is next to never, the  aligator skin double clef strap alone can get a sony alfa.another good feature about brietling watches are they can be customize according to your taste, from the strap,the dial.the fine craft of a swiss craftsman certainly worth every penny if u have extra cash to splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuXPkn8gI7I/AAAAAAAAC9s/okMOuiVKsOY/s320/411HVwmUfGL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396947956578395058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breitling's aerospace with aligator and double cleft strap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuXPpfTMYaI/AAAAAAAAC90/x-e7RKJIOXY/s320/2009-breitling-navitimer-limited-edition-1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396948040156996002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breitling's navigator&lt;/i&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/7707243318286241369-7149281378545070671?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/7149281378545070671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=7149281378545070671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7149281378545070671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/7149281378545070671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-and-dime.html' title='time and dime'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuXQApS2J0I/AAAAAAAAC-U/9kgcQd9Ea9Q/s72-c/tag-heuer-carrera-mtc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-5038609810450804255</id><published>2009-10-24T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T06:09:49.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.B ( sem 1 brief)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;budget was announce yesterday, apparently putrajaya and cyberjaya will get its own hypermarket. wat its gonna be? a giant?carefour? what ever it is, it sure beat the hell out of street mall. but with construction and etc.. i would expect all that will be done after my graduation, IF i graduate in time without any extension. talking bout graduation, good news for those who in 1st class, apparently loan will turn into a &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/24/budget2010/4970075&amp;amp;sec=budget2010"&gt;scholarship&lt;/a&gt;. haih... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;son of a bitch&lt;/span&gt;! no its a good thing really, just pissed with myself, that the chances of me waived off my loan is next to none. while the first class will get priority in job to get the big money AND no study loan to pay off, things look great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the result out next week, seriously would see my allowance will chopped into pieces when i do badly. seriously which i have a strong feeling i will. you see, parents are smart. when u small they will raised their voice and you would be scared. now, when they do that, they know u can raised your voice even higher, thus the only way to chain you is to cut the good green drugs. guess there will be a cut on my entertainment and food, the good food, the McD's and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which some to the next issues, weight.i don remember being this round so far. something inside me says it the lack of vegitation, i mean i make simple sense that if you have input but no output?even u put put also the input will still be inside rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the holiday over, and the result is hanging like a chopper that gonna take your head off...i think i really don do well this semester, the objective that been set out not 1 have been accomplished, thus i brand this semester is F, F for failure. Nanotech 09 would be great to be IN, sadly even fail to participate. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;son of a bitch&lt;/span&gt; right? I do really have 2 great team mate in Pei Se and Yee kean, I think I owe them in this project as they have my back all the time. so thank you. Just am disappointed with my self to not push myself a bit more and done the abstract. it will be a heck of experience and will be an impressive in the CV if you can brag that you gave a presentation in KLCC. finals, well... finals just another low for me.finger crossed, they say belief in God, belief in miracle. but my lack of faith and more to realistic thinking says am bound for supp papers yes with the S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to langkawi for holidays.... and a brief few hours in penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuLtp0GPugI/AAAAAAAAC9c/KxUGRWuIATw/s320/n651706562_1300352_6221.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136606158535170" /&gt;this time not with the fellas, but with the uni friends. good thing is i did not go the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuLt7yTthhI/AAAAAAAAC9k/oSHFBqANan4/s1600-h/6820_327656980424_720330424_9338433_671343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuLt7yTthhI/AAAAAAAAC9k/oSHFBqANan4/s1600-h/6820_327656980424_720330424_9338433_671343_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuLt7yTthhI/AAAAAAAAC9k/oSHFBqANan4/s320/6820_327656980424_720330424_9338433_671343_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136914915788306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then went to Penang. took the ferry from butterworth and arrive in Pengkalan Raja Uda, does remind me of Raja Ezman. still waiting for the budget reply. and also bring back some old memories. my first trip alone was to Penang. and i always got a fondness to Penang. It does remind me of KL with the busy town and the mall, and at the same time you can go to the beach to escape, on the way back i was thinking " shit! i've forgotten hard rock!" same thing happen in manila too,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; son of a bitch&lt;/span&gt;! you see i am kinda of collecting hard rock T's from around the globe. with God's grace I have to add another 2 for my collection next week when dad and bro goin to Macau and Hong Kong, only IF our holiday is 3 weeks, it will be a different story, son of a bitch you MMU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonder what it would be if i take up Julian's offer to ride bike to Penang before.it probably one of those things that you would never know if u take a diff route...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuLswDgVxFI/AAAAAAAAC9U/TsbF7e4_moQ/s1600-h/6820_327643640424_720330424_9338279_6103305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuLswDgVxFI/AAAAAAAAC9U/TsbF7e4_moQ/s320/6820_327643640424_720330424_9338279_6103305_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135613862102098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;holiday is over, its time to reset the biological clock, hope soon i can just be relax and not so up tight.hope to take thing one at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707243318286241369-5038609810450804255?l=perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/feeds/5038609810450804255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707243318286241369&amp;postID=5038609810450804255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5038609810450804255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707243318286241369/posts/default/5038609810450804255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyfrank-julian.blogspot.com/2009/10/sob-sem-1-brief.html' title='S.O.B ( sem 1 brief)'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uvp5JVncWrM/SuLtp0GPugI/AAAAAAAAC9c/KxUGRWuIATw/s72-c/n651706562_1300352_6221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-129552390769604495</id><published>2009-10-09T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:24:40.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day,today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Got back today from one of those, ' hi aunty/uncle how are you?' dinner, so i thought. in conjuction of the raya, so got a lil makan at the office, to my surprise there are staff from indonesia and also thailand came for training. as typical, i find it uneasy,although majority in the company are chinese, but we are celebrating raya for the muslim here, but u all still with your carlsberg? seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the highlight for me tonight is meeting one powerful lady,Julie. She asked me not to call her aunty, instead call her 'cher cher' or older sister in chinese. it is because she is just 27. a indonesian chinese but based in thailand and she is running the logistic for a public listed company, thats why i said she is a powerful lady. one quote  from her is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" work is work,i expect u treat me like a man, so i can rough it out, and at home only i be a girl"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;who says a married lady cant still have a carrier? guess thats the ideal case-lah... for me. i do admire these kind of lady,another was my aunty in singapore who is quite successful accountant. earn the big bucks and still did not forget the duty at home. other attribute is they are very humble, the way their talk somehow make you feel comfortable,without having to think they are some kinda of big shot. she did mention on the situation in padang where her office is the only one left standing. wish could be surrounded more by these people, so their positive attribute could brush on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This semester i think i really do badly, my worst nightmare is facing 3 supp papers although result is not out, i don really feel
