tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105489322023-11-16T14:24:42.656+08:00vCoke@LifevCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-30123666637328344092009-12-20T02:28:00.002+08:002009-12-20T02:58:23.060+08:00"Newbie"Another 1 month and a half I will be unemployed for 3 weeks and start my new career at 1 of the financial institution in Malaysia. Only one word to describe the first day, Newbie! I hate being newbie. You have to start all over again and you are alone. As i recalled, I tried to avoid this newbie environment at the past. <br /><br />Maybe to some, its a common thing and nothing to shout about but to me, damm, its a thing! No friends, don't know what to do..<br /><br />When you think about it, It same with 1st day of marriage at your in-law house. Huh! terrifying. As a newbie, you will faking yourself and it is damm torturing. Smile to everyone, be polite even though you feel like smack his/her face, Laughing to his/her stupid joke even though its not funny, accept everything with open heart. This sort of feeling make me feel far away from marriage, hehe...<br /><br />Sighh..Last time, the first week as a newbie was like hell!(my current job). 1st week, I don't have a table, no laptop, and no specific assignment/task been assign to me. Almost few hour, someone will say to me "This is my seat, please seat over there..." To make thing worst, I've been sent to JB for a week, with no laptop and all new faces, 24 by 7..<br /><br />Pool car from KL with stranger to Jb with stranger, and stay in a apartment with new meet colleagues. I supposed to have a ToT(Transfer of Tech.) from one of the staff that are leaving(also newly met and stay with me at the apartment). But this guy is Lansi! Even though he is younger than me, act like a damm big shot. Spoke without facing you with the arrogant tone of voice. As being me, I want to take my right hand and put it on his face with speed of 280km/h but realizing that I'm a newbie and his knowledge is my objective, i just put my right hand in my pocket.<br /><br />Well, "a man got to do, what he got to do" so face it! By hook or by crook. Whatever it is, I have few more weeks, so, as Donnie Brasco said "Forget about it"..<br /><br />vCoke - Subang Jaya Dec 20th 2009.vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-38214057188905826382009-12-04T19:39:00.004+08:002009-12-04T20:37:04.165+08:00"Another year gone by"<div style="text-align: justify;">Giggling.... that what i do just now when i browse back my blog after few months since my last post...Recent post was 6 month ago..and 2nd last post was end of 2008...here I'm posting back in year end of 2009..<br /><br />Facebook make me lazy to update my blog..but hey, admit it, Facebook is a powerful tool..people freely provided their own info without a doubt. It become a trend. Telcos and phone company takes advantages of this to bundle up their products and gain money out of it..Now, event though it a social network kind of app., this app. which created by Harvard student(Mark Zuckerberg) has been a powerful medium for communication which is key point for all aspect especially businessman.. Looking at it, honestly as one of so called "web-based developer" previously, i feel kinda frustrated because the idea was never come in this head. It just a simple web-based tools. While me busy trying new technology back then, other people already makes million out of it.<br /><br />Well, what ever it is, year 2009 almost end. And as usual, I will look back what I've achieve so far and how my life through out year 2009. Well, 2009 not a good year I think. But lot i've learn, lot of drastic action taken but most of them more contribute to experience. Experience wise yes, most of it were good experience after go through some bad path.<br /><br />Financial wise, not good. A lot of thing that I done not really doing well. maybe because of economic crisis this year and people afraid to spend their money. Or maybe, because of lack of experience. However, postmortem has been done and some point has been take note. Basically, we have another 26(+-) days to 2010. Still, have some space to get ready to spin the wheel for 2010 and make some fortune out of it.<br /><br />When financially not so good, stress is on top of your head, and give impact your health. That what happened to me. One of my good friends says "Biasa la bro, dalam hidup ada Up and Down" in his Sabahan slang. Yeah, that's normal right.But. Few month back my level of Morality were at the below par state. It makes me always in blues mood. Sleep all day, not interested to go to work...<br /><br />Now recovering...Move on...ok, stop all this sad stories. Time to think ahead..<br /><br />vCoke -04 Dec 2009-</div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-85034276750106312102009-06-18T18:47:00.004+08:002009-06-18T20:02:03.031+08:00"Exploring"This is the the fifth time i try to post something...Been while from my previous post..skang nak update blog not sure what to write even though lot to tell.<br /><br />"I don't want to regret when i'm old saying that why I don't try this or that while I can..."<br /><br />This so called quote said by one of my work related friend. She's early 40s, i guess. Quiet motivated person. I find this interesting. This thing comes out when she start asking bout my diving activities recently. She had asthma which quiet serious therefore most of dive center advice her not to dive. However, she's not giving up. Now, she try to make her lung stronger by learn how to swim etc..which I'm not sure it's gonna help. But I'm quiet impressed with the motivation and the spirit.<br /><br />What trigger me is,she's try not to be so common like common people. The overall cycle is = school-uni-work-get married-kids-get old-die....Is your choice how you want to run the show. Either to follow exactly or side track a bit. Admit it, most people just like live the routine life which most of the Malaysian do,living in their comfort zone...and the question is where is the spice when you know what will happen. Then the famous quote comes "Living the life to the fullest..."..are you? Am I?<br /><br />Actually, as for me, I'm not really triggered to do what I've done, by my college quote but Yes, I'm try to live life to the fullest. Explore the land, the sea and the sky(next) but of course within my competency.<br /><br />Some people do things they do for pleasure and some for survival. During my bike trips to Thailand, I can see that Thailand people live their live that not normal routine life,but because of survival which what they do is improving life, individually. Yes, some we can see in the movie, but experiences it a different thing. Not complaining, but from the experiences of living here I can see that most of us will stay static at one point of life and continuous living the life until the end.<br /><br />However, i think most of the new gen, already start go out and "exploring" which to me it is a good sign for "mental development".<br /><br />But hey, it is your choice.<br /><br />vCoke-School of thought-vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-82847574131531640022009-03-10T23:11:00.002+08:002009-03-10T23:42:58.680+08:00"6 feet under"Almost everyday you heard people die, but not everyday you buried them yourself.<br /><br />Last week my uncle passed away due to kidney and heart complication...He died on 3rd March 2009 7.25 p.m, and the funeral before 'zuhur', the next day...Honestly, i'm not too close with arwah. I went the next day during the funeral...<br /><br />After arwah has been 'kapan', they took him to surau for sembahyang jenazah, then we start our car driving to the Muslim cemetery....When we arrived, a 6 feet hole already been dig and there is one old guy standing inside the hole.<br /><br />"Sorang yang muda masuk sini"....asking for a young man to join him inside the hole.....Supposed to be my cousin, but he nowhere to be found at that time, and my father quickly ask me to go inside.<br /><br />Drop my sandal, and i slowly jump into the hole. That time i realize how small is the grave were..Me and the oldman inside standing already seems pack. This is not the first time I went to a funeral, but this is the 1st time i went inside the grave. <br /><br />"Bila jenazah sampai kang, sambut punggung die"...told the old guy to me...and I'm just node my head...And when arwah arrive, me and the old man slowly place him inside the grave, ofcourse with the old man guidance...arwah had been placing lean back to the wall and slowly we drop the all the soil back into it place....<br /><br />I'm not sure why i'm writing this, but that day when I'm inside the grave, it really meant something, or feel something... Next 2 days, my colleuege's father, also passed away due to heart complication.<br /><br />Live is short, so do something meaningfull instead of waste it..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> - Al-Fatihah for Uncle Wahid & Zubir Ali-<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">-vCoke /J.b-<br /></div></div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-16340898457831458502009-01-01T00:00:00.006+08:002009-01-01T00:50:16.572+08:00'Hisab'<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />When I writing this, 2008 already over, 2009 come in the picture...<br /><br />No celebration for me, not really into it. Living in KL, New Year is more like bad traffic + noise + Malaysian youth busy partying to me.<br /><br />Me, sitting in front of my IBM's notebook, trying to finish my freelance job. Starting 1st Jan 2009 i will officially held my new post. Means more responsibility + more works. Means less freelance job + less ride.<br />Kind of headache but try to fit in.<br /><br />Just few hours back, I'm sitting down with my mentor. Having a serious chat bout future plan, looking back what happened during 2008. Did we achieve our target and so on...It's been while since we have our serious talk....<br /><br />Looking back, I realized, 2008 more like 'enjoy' year. Yup, i achieve certain target, but I totally forget bout financial aspect which i could do better. Financial planning is damm important. Yeah, is a basic thing but the question is, do you really do it right?.<br /><br />"You still believe that you can be a millionaire?" sitting next to me, asking me a killer question while I'm driving his 4 wheel towards our 'meeting' place...it make me wait a few moment before answering his question. Yes, I posted similar like this 6 months back titled <a href="http://vcoke.blogspot.com/2008/06/resurrection.html">Resurrection </a>but still not really moving as i expected. It take a lot of gut/envy/ to make a move.. 2008, no single sales for my bizz at all.. I even close my company for that.<br /><br />As his question, he believe that he can be a millionaire when he reached 35 years old which now his age is same as me, and of course with some justification. Yup, it's possible. Actually to me 2008 is a wasted for my financial planning. I'm busy with spending money rather than gain wealth. Is not that toward becoming 'hamba duit' but lake of consciousness and I wasted few opportunities that I supposed to grab. But shit happened and what past is past, now I'm looking for the future.<br /><br />Already set my target for start, mid and of year 2009, and fucking try to make it into reality. This is for my financially specifically. As for other 'thing' this year is more like a moment of truth. Ride with me or left behind...<br /><br />This entry supposed to up during Awal Muharam since it is new chapter for all muslim but since I'm quite tight with my daily rutine, so this covered Awal Muharam and New Year...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy New Year 2009 with rahmat & taqwa!</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">-vCoke, New Year Eve 2009-</span><br /></div></div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-62748284065358201162008-12-16T04:10:00.011+08:002008-12-16T05:05:23.283+08:00"Testing 123"Due to standard theme colour of my bike, silver with blue stripe, I decide to paint it with new colour before i proceed with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobber_%28motorcycle%29">bobber</a> bike project. So decided to D.I.Y and pearl white is the colour.<br /><br />So 1st step, strip down the bike :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNpeWzUSUhVKAxPeEMF47EXCs4RRGgOXQ1RcUtgWksiI6cye8m1JdVlxIOgscFANZv7uGk-S0Xz62MCmBoL36nRjO9BM2La0KpbBgWqLQUfVMeHOf5UUlK_CX9xbTTcaNx3TfS8A/s1600-h/IMG_1656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNpeWzUSUhVKAxPeEMF47EXCs4RRGgOXQ1RcUtgWksiI6cye8m1JdVlxIOgscFANZv7uGk-S0Xz62MCmBoL36nRjO9BM2La0KpbBgWqLQUfVMeHOf5UUlK_CX9xbTTcaNx3TfS8A/s320/IMG_1656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280125607509309346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And it will look like this :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsl11tOY2pnJQJ_euTB3hOr8bUaIxWDtoXeN04q-QSCcmOlGoGH7FS1yyXCn2QBqqTaBvbA9vAG4BUoAUhLwRLkHSNfxK5u9iAcstwJOGQ3gZ4TiCCaI6DJvHJd9Hlcf-R3YdLFg/s1600-h/IMG_1657.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsl11tOY2pnJQJ_euTB3hOr8bUaIxWDtoXeN04q-QSCcmOlGoGH7FS1yyXCn2QBqqTaBvbA9vAG4BUoAUhLwRLkHSNfxK5u9iAcstwJOGQ3gZ4TiCCaI6DJvHJd9Hlcf-R3YdLFg/s320/IMG_1657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280114662526166834" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then use sand paper to take out the lacquer surface :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiu-SlZrWs1eITBL20MOrLDtu99KtFYueRXK1Ci_QziC76aRed6_D-i-MZZ3mkkAPM9ne3mrmWaWf6wFBPm2PK-v0w2OiMZ44UTTj4AXSzxNXIYkS0ZUGhLBgMIUVrfAnNHL6RcA/s1600-h/IMG_1664.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiu-SlZrWs1eITBL20MOrLDtu99KtFYueRXK1Ci_QziC76aRed6_D-i-MZZ3mkkAPM9ne3mrmWaWf6wFBPm2PK-v0w2OiMZ44UTTj4AXSzxNXIYkS0ZUGhLBgMIUVrfAnNHL6RcA/s320/IMG_1664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280117773183681666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Before spray anything, make sure you cover all the crack, hole etc with sealant, in this case i use fiber sealant :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLTNgTXYcA642YJ-r0Xj7LtoNzqeTgLSFgy5x9fCbDY-DQ6MeyJfT2QZHMoVIUegJpB3s0yqu6uy2IYs-S7Dp81clzD7wuYmp4aD8g7Wl72QTcFp9lDE02Fy9s8_CwVpWhc06OQ/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLTNgTXYcA642YJ-r0Xj7LtoNzqeTgLSFgy5x9fCbDY-DQ6MeyJfT2QZHMoVIUegJpB3s0yqu6uy2IYs-S7Dp81clzD7wuYmp4aD8g7Wl72QTcFp9lDE02Fy9s8_CwVpWhc06OQ/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280117781968391602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7G454eOPRBdOZPjpKdSv1uDUvhvXZSKzE372pRF7er_RTZlUBAPqnq10ob-qlj518SXEFatFdZy8OPvYxtyoPXW5LtBqJyAC5Ya2Y2ZSFqP_ryhuCUHKPgsJsb2xsx0OleXwZtg/s1600-h/IMG_1688.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7G454eOPRBdOZPjpKdSv1uDUvhvXZSKzE372pRF7er_RTZlUBAPqnq10ob-qlj518SXEFatFdZy8OPvYxtyoPXW5LtBqJyAC5Ya2Y2ZSFqP_ryhuCUHKPgsJsb2xsx0OleXwZtg/s320/IMG_1688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120193295251250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifU-EHQWDe7DKG6njU6cynvv35fCCv7uVtEyaxGTMWZbjaSEz398YxHkAt-B2uNaX253D79AioM3yVod9UERVgBwYZKYeUekP9hKX7BV26ySN_MUfDIqfSAphOH8VpCuwxiRXww/s1600-h/IMG_1689.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifU-EHQWDe7DKG6njU6cynvv35fCCv7uVtEyaxGTMWZbjaSEz398YxHkAt-B2uNaX253D79AioM3yVod9UERVgBwYZKYeUekP9hKX7BV26ySN_MUfDIqfSAphOH8VpCuwxiRXww/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280117784909716034" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then, gosok again till the surface really smooth:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5qKQR5DoPxzEVdfNMCRv6hoyU-ZBIulHRqqOdmhiBTr1HRE8HiM8Jyt-Daze3z13KHcUVZ5sBXYuc4xGFLyntWFqm-sd-AYD7Lo6bjqyHc8wq_S3yUXo0_wgChyphenhyphenjj9Q2PJiKDA/s1600-h/IMG_1693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5qKQR5DoPxzEVdfNMCRv6hoyU-ZBIulHRqqOdmhiBTr1HRE8HiM8Jyt-Daze3z13KHcUVZ5sBXYuc4xGFLyntWFqm-sd-AYD7Lo6bjqyHc8wq_S3yUXo0_wgChyphenhyphenjj9Q2PJiKDA/s320/IMG_1693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280122646479632402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Next step, spray with primer coat :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzcVDjvvPCecRCKitD2JsEDW1mVW5kKR8jK31SDxPpARbH07zb2UhZT856ULQatpqIzeyo6yJDU9RhHZjcX1pSIyDoC-JL2BqR5vsDQiDiu2chkRP31kQ0AjD3qHUvcpdq_fbbA/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzcVDjvvPCecRCKitD2JsEDW1mVW5kKR8jK31SDxPpARbH07zb2UhZT856ULQatpqIzeyo6yJDU9RhHZjcX1pSIyDoC-JL2BqR5vsDQiDiu2chkRP31kQ0AjD3qHUvcpdq_fbbA/s320/IMG_1681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280124745137002546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then based colour, white..pure white :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYhj39d2MhSfNSMDmd6kwEnCHbVxQ4ivJ0IDzOpXaAdO4FPkckmO1gYox4qBQB5tD2idrmBwp5TMpTe4bNYx4woJsBP3nL52JFn4M4BjRrfx3nvgsrHHCwoHSQofLPRa9oihdaw/s1600-h/IMG_1682.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYhj39d2MhSfNSMDmd6kwEnCHbVxQ4ivJ0IDzOpXaAdO4FPkckmO1gYox4qBQB5tD2idrmBwp5TMpTe4bNYx4woJsBP3nL52JFn4M4BjRrfx3nvgsrHHCwoHSQofLPRa9oihdaw/s320/IMG_1682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120184199638978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Taraaaa:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9fAq5_sJrNRS-JiwbUxzpe9hhekkdgZz4deJxgo8WfG2lnyT0gojNLNkg1dTEvfZMA9JgwuGX-9K3DObN1nmuJ51DOfKSeDuH4Bj7nkT1qFNQepiGg_Q_59ax94Eq_K4FQAq2Tg/s1600-h/IMG_1705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9fAq5_sJrNRS-JiwbUxzpe9hhekkdgZz4deJxgo8WfG2lnyT0gojNLNkg1dTEvfZMA9JgwuGX-9K3DObN1nmuJ51DOfKSeDuH4Bj7nkT1qFNQepiGg_Q_59ax94Eq_K4FQAq2Tg/s320/IMG_1705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120203289369074" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Remember, do not spray anything during night time or raining time else you will have to use hair dryer like me to speed up the process (thanks Neuqe Naq for the hair dryer :P)....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWgocNw2yvT4Ek27NIRs4kyTt4qCqJ7wSmj3KkqRqSyPPPAziwNz2Fk3lUn8-fDRQlvO7neNw7wMrHkL3zxtrqXp14lG0M7hff43zfuny4W4k9JH3ldJ2yqVfRscr3Va02VtVnA/s1600-h/IMG_1715.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWgocNw2yvT4Ek27NIRs4kyTt4qCqJ7wSmj3KkqRqSyPPPAziwNz2Fk3lUn8-fDRQlvO7neNw7wMrHkL3zxtrqXp14lG0M7hff43zfuny4W4k9JH3ldJ2yqVfRscr3Va02VtVnA/s320/IMG_1715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120211617123698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then it's time for the pearl white colour:<br /><br />Tips, jangan mengatal-gatal nak usik cat yang belum kering, or else, you have to repeat the same process again..I've learn my lesson..<br /><br />Tadaaaa:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCL06n1bwM4cjy0FJzZr17bH9rgp-FrOhyphenhyphenhzAYweS0clDFcZDDRzSuL-DjNF7E3igudZUJ6L_qSheSawdeeO6kIiieban8cQXK7SIj19dZQSPJrEXFyy2m1CXRc-DnH6ghU4YoNA/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCL06n1bwM4cjy0FJzZr17bH9rgp-FrOhyphenhyphenhzAYweS0clDFcZDDRzSuL-DjNF7E3igudZUJ6L_qSheSawdeeO6kIiieban8cQXK7SIj19dZQSPJrEXFyy2m1CXRc-DnH6ghU4YoNA/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120215274766082" border="0" /></a><br /><br />End of day one, and time to sleep......<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0s4wmuPP7oP6doWcRIu1-fRdlIUbKcYZqNJv6m8Rax0hRtidL9ziMWoje5oD3AYOhG7kA9P2hlsUlWitm8R16t_-8u7gfg_LC-1INcn_tR47Ra5vJh77L4QjeEKza4Vrk5a-6Ig/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0s4wmuPP7oP6doWcRIu1-fRdlIUbKcYZqNJv6m8Rax0hRtidL9ziMWoje5oD3AYOhG7kA9P2hlsUlWitm8R16t_-8u7gfg_LC-1INcn_tR47Ra5vJh77L4QjeEKza4Vrk5a-6Ig/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280122667623609906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Last step assemble it back and you done!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW23_kyFlI-j0zIphuN6YOaujLuYQssAyOM03eLq1xNqmQ63s5sWcOX2cQ2rQqrwfiWhsYd6DDA29sTWIm97affPHwXRG0clByUoae-sIniBXHu4IaWYhuG-NTXB4KV2fEFZ038w/s1600-h/hoho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW23_kyFlI-j0zIphuN6YOaujLuYQssAyOM03eLq1xNqmQ63s5sWcOX2cQ2rQqrwfiWhsYd6DDA29sTWIm97affPHwXRG0clByUoae-sIniBXHu4IaWYhuG-NTXB4KV2fEFZ038w/s320/hoho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280124758045097650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thanks to Master Paint , Sylbi for great spray technics, Neq Naq for hospitality and time sacrificing, and Master Signature, Mr. Lipas...vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-20988572136673800442008-12-11T05:13:00.006+08:002008-12-12T03:32:48.820+08:00"Tragedy""Apehal ramai gile orang kat Petronas nih"...my mind keep asking as i went to Petronas Bukit Antarabangsa for refuel my bike, on my way back to my apartment..I saw police, ambulance and bomba's cars rushing in....<br /><br />"Ade rumah terbakar kot.." me, guessing...Finished refuel, ride back to home and went to sleep...<br /><br />9.30 a.m, my phone rang...<br /><br />"Woi! lain kali call angkat la..ko idup lagi?" ask Jamil...<br /><br />"WTF! idup la wei..apesal?" me, replied..<br /><br />"Aku dengar ade landslide kat Bukit Antarabangsa? Ko dekat kan?" replied Jamil...<br /><br />Then I know landslide happened at Bukit Antarabangsa, almost 1 kilo from where i stayed..I received few phone calls asking bout my safety...from the calls i know that there are still people who care bout me..hahaha...I also called few people that stay at Bukit Antarabangsa asking for their safety, thank god they all safe.<br /><br />Woke up, took a quick bath and went to Sg. Buloh to pick up my new bike...damm relief....stop by at my biker friend's house and start do some modification on bike... than i received a sms saying that our company setup a relief center at Bukit Antarabangsa due to the tragedy and need some volunteer..On the way back, I stop by at the relief center, give some help if needed. <br /><br />As for what i saw, the landslide quite bad..14 houses were crushed by the landslide..3 people died and 15 injured...it was chaos due to the only road for go in and out into the area were blocked by the landslide, make 3000 to 4000 other residences stranded. Electricity and water supplied were cut off..it bad, a lot of people trying to help but still there are some bastards trying to gain profit(eg. 1 mamak restaurant in the area raise up their prices during the tragedy)....<br /><br />As per telecast by the media, including this incident, that area(which currently where i stayed right now) is prone to landslides. Almost 15 incidents happened starting from Highland Tower tragedy on Dec 1993...<br /><br />For pic, just google it...<br /><br />Sekian, vCoke melaporkan dari Ulu Kelang area...I think I'll start looking for a new place to stay..vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-8907523730798268742008-11-17T03:08:00.010+08:002008-11-17T04:22:06.595+08:00"diLema of a Idan "<br><br />Gua pernah kena sekali,<br />Sakit? Memang sakit<br />Lebih sakit dari pedih ibu jari gua kene hentak ngan batu block<br />Lebih perit dari time muka gua kene seret kat jalan raya<br />Memang makan dalam..<br /><br />Gua amik masa lama nak pulih,<br />Tapi macam biasa, luka memang ada parut..<br />Kadang-kadang berdarah balik tapi gua buat tak pedulik<br />Sebab bagi wa, lepas biar lepas, cerita lama jangan ungkit,<br />Gua tak dendam..<br /><br />Gua idup,gua doa<br />Gua makan, gua minum..<br />Gua ride..<br />But still gua tak bleh lupa...lama bai...<br /><br />Beberapa bulan lepas,<br />Idup gua makin happy..suka...<br />Coz bole kata, gua hampir dapat balik idup gua sebelum gua sakit...<br />Tapi kali ni gua tak push,<br />Gua ikut....wa layan...wa tak main rentak wa macam dulu....<br />Coz gua tak nak kena lagik...sakit bai....<br /><br />Sebelum nih, gua bole kawal,<br />Gua bole layan,<br />But lately gua ilang control..<br />Rase 10 tahun dulu datang balik,masa 1st time bende nih mula nak jadik,<br />Best kalau gua layan, tapi gua goyang...<br />Gua pening...dulu wa budak, skang wa dah tua..<br />Cara dah lain, dah tak sama...<br />Apasal lak camni? gua nak buat kerja pun susah...<br /><br />Skang gua tak bole fokus,<br />Dulu gua layan je bila bende nih datang,<br />Tapi skang gua goyang...<br />Goyang kalau gua ilang terus....<br />Cuak kalau gua sakit balik,<br />Terbalik dunia nih gua buat...<br /><br />Apela gua melalut nih.....<br /><br />-vCoke 4:06 a.m 17 Nov 2008-vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-4505172474280391202008-11-03T01:48:00.004+08:002008-11-03T02:29:03.052+08:00"Fucker called CuciOtak"How to start...<br /><br />For the past few weeks my life being hectic like hell.. Start 2 weeks ago...2 job at the same time...damm tiring...But ok, so far I can manage.. I tried to complete everything before the weekends come, coz my weekend already being booked. So far so good...But when it comes Monday, which my date was waiting for me to have our last dinner, this fucking asshole ruin everything! <span style="font-weight: bold;">fucker Hacker called CuciOtak</span>.Because of this fucker, i have to work untill 2.oo a.m in the morning which when i fetch my date for 'dinner' after work, of course i 've been greeting with the sour face and our farewell is not a happy ending...Ok, let make thing even simpler, why I really want to kill this living shit because he :<br /><br /><ol><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ruin my precious date</span></li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Make me work until 3-4 a.m everyday to clean up his mess for past few weeks</li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Ruin my sleep which now I can't really have a decent sleep</li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Disturb my ride vacation which I immediately have come to work right after I reached home from vacation which is on public holiday</li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Make me skipped my family wedding due to 'have to work over the weekend'</li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Make me worked on my Medical Leave</li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Rise a fight within my biker friends</li><li><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Make me want to punch my upper management</span><br /></li></ol><br />and this list will continue for the next few more days if things not fix yet.<br /><br />So mark my word <span style="font-weight: bold;">CuCiOtak</span>. If i find you, damm sure I'll shoved your head into your ass! yeah, this is open challenge!I 'll find you somehow!Damm hacker! You really make me piss!vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-90280982065906446662008-10-05T01:44:00.012+08:002008-10-05T03:32:22.803+08:00"Munajat Raya"<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />After month of fasting, then comes raya...so this is my entry for raya...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">###################################<br /><br /></div>Raya bagi aku dah besar-besar nih, same cam holiday jer at first, coz busy ngan kije, tau-tau dah raye..cume beza ngan tahun lepas, malam raya aku still kat rumah parents(S'ban), instead of kat kampung nenek aku(Kuala Pilah).. Nih bapak aku decide coz this raya, aku dah ade abang ipar..Akak aku pun dah nak bersalin...<br /><br />Raye punye feel baru aku dapat rase bile bapak aku suruh takbir lepas maghrib...stock setahun sekali bace, tergagap-gagap gak bile sampai chorus, but lepas with flying colors...<br /><br />Pastuh, ade BBQ coz, ade makcik ngan pakcik aku nak datang..so aku kene settlekan barbeque nih :<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIDBE2BQVGt4fjp4bl1un7MG_mAv4KIWeN6CzhrA2-mBMgAy_79vCgfWptpFe-Bf10CfaEPQXouaWIfnYvQhlbMKU-U-qh-R3gAtZYV1kX9uMQ02qWE8m52PNVLaG0IKGX84xTA/s1600-h/CIMG2427.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIDBE2BQVGt4fjp4bl1un7MG_mAv4KIWeN6CzhrA2-mBMgAy_79vCgfWptpFe-Bf10CfaEPQXouaWIfnYvQhlbMKU-U-qh-R3gAtZYV1kX9uMQ02qWE8m52PNVLaG0IKGX84xTA/s320/CIMG2427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253358012348701682" border="0" /></a><br />Rase nak raye tuh lagi tinggi bile :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_IxKNF-pKVxRU1jPpDN09ii1AQJHK_b1hUkdjP4wfykafKkTimuhVtKcdrLyfE9PmSycnu-QaBbssf_7lTECRhwOQ0asVWBqqklbvb08MewdyuRFiTXju_KUSEnKYGVRo_1Czw/s1600-h/CIMG2443.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_IxKNF-pKVxRU1jPpDN09ii1AQJHK_b1hUkdjP4wfykafKkTimuhVtKcdrLyfE9PmSycnu-QaBbssf_7lTECRhwOQ0asVWBqqklbvb08MewdyuRFiTXju_KUSEnKYGVRo_1Czw/s320/CIMG2443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253358520592333314" border="0" /></a>bakar Mercunnnn!!!! Pergh, time nih aku jadik budak-budak...tapi zaman skang nih, susah nak dapat mercun yang btol-btol gempak, semua mercun bole kate safe gak...dah takde meriam buloh, meriam tanah(bende nih aku pernah main dulu, pergghhh powerr)...so aku layan jela thunderclap, tapi ok gak, coz meriam buluh/tanah tuh memang power sampai boleh putus tangan dan semua yang putus tangan tuh budak melayu.Budus.Nasib baik skang dierang dah bijak, tak main lagi, so takdelah kite dengar kat berita lintas langsung dari hospital dari budak yang putus jari etc...pastuh sepupu-sepapat aku yang kecik-kecik sume sampai, time nih aku jadik kepala...dierang datang siap bawak stock, mercun papan 8 kaki bakar selamba walaupon dah kol 12.30 mlm...dah macam raye cine lak...layan-layan punye layan, jiran aku lak memekak soh berenti...<br /><br />'Lek aa, raye...nak senyap g duduk dalam hutan' siol btol...oleh kerana aku tak nak bertumbuk ngan die time malam raya and sian kat anak kecik die nak tido, aku soh budak-budak nih berenti main mercun yang meletup...<br /><br />"Nak layan mercun yang tak letop, bole.." aku sound budak-budak kecik tuh....dierang pon layan la mercun lebah, gasing etc....Pastuh, cam biasala, rutin hari raya..esok tuh g sembahyang, g raye dan memacam lagik...<br /><br />Yang aku nak cite kat sini, bile aku balik kali nih, bapak aku dah buat satu tempat bakar lemang serupa macam oven. Letak lemang, tutup, pastuh g la layan astro ka, tido ka, makan ka....2~3 jam, datang balik, lemang dah masak.. Idea nih bapak aku pikir sendiri and memang aku respect same die..Die memang suke main ngan besi/welding, and sejak dah pencen nih, makin menjadi-jadi lak ciptaan die...Oven Lemang bapak aku rupe die cam kat bawah:<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1IZccEy7F5Mko8PM3sXbce3AtYLnt1tZ054UvB1aCaJ8pmjaaz9fBGWHvBh4B73tFfFjHSG0RaKrkf3wlpYGKN-LcexEEnbygCR6VtZ1B0Pi6NLkQ5J7lSsKlADKomV3yu7bs_g/s1600-h/CIMG2419.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1IZccEy7F5Mko8PM3sXbce3AtYLnt1tZ054UvB1aCaJ8pmjaaz9fBGWHvBh4B73tFfFjHSG0RaKrkf3wlpYGKN-LcexEEnbygCR6VtZ1B0Pi6NLkQ5J7lSsKlADKomV3yu7bs_g/s320/CIMG2419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253362245276509522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Design wise, memang bole di improve, but the idea kire gempak gak aaa, for 56 years old inventor..</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Kalo bukak Oven Lemang nih macam kat bawah :<br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MZM91I7kd43a5ZPPdbe5Js-bDvlciQes27wSpetP56yu8p5xPYnh0U2JA0GPjbLziicgOXwoO42sT4yop5Q2-Dj0-xIF0PCVPFwrGUO92km0g217MYKnCHhqX1uAO6IeAxdHag/s1600-h/CIMG2421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MZM91I7kd43a5ZPPdbe5Js-bDvlciQes27wSpetP56yu8p5xPYnh0U2JA0GPjbLziicgOXwoO42sT4yop5Q2-Dj0-xIF0PCVPFwrGUO92km0g217MYKnCHhqX1uAO6IeAxdHag/s320/CIMG2421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253364706451904898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Batang besi tuh temapt sandar 'basket lemang'.Between batang besi tuh ade lubang tempat masuk bahan api seperti arang/stove etc.....</span><br /></div><br />Bahan api seperti arang diletakkan dalam ni:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7w5O8nFpOckzca1SAtYqhRdopzYHYR7d_96gk5LwbW7VHCKMHKq376_NyHG8Quf-QRISrkLFiUbOoOjjir5KWoVJstofKN8nMHas2Jvj8SPuwnVG7iyj2GrDB0gpYN-or7gXSw/s1600-h/CIMG2420.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7w5O8nFpOckzca1SAtYqhRdopzYHYR7d_96gk5LwbW7VHCKMHKq376_NyHG8Quf-QRISrkLFiUbOoOjjir5KWoVJstofKN8nMHas2Jvj8SPuwnVG7iyj2GrDB0gpYN-or7gXSw/s320/CIMG2420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253364705796474818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >So tempat macam BBQ nih di masukkan bawah oven lemang tadik melalui lubang yang disediakan.</span><br /></div><br />Below nih, 'basket' isik lemang :<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2j41rtWHFY-9KaE_xSStnfuU3uvdpR3UmTZXNs91_sSBYfx5hYf_vwf34pP_UL1DJtHV9dbI0JPwzttds06yO0hlR7ltwdAzUnP_5PG87qJ6J2cKE44PydfRLkfZiqrztzVceA/s1600-h/CIMG2422.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2j41rtWHFY-9KaE_xSStnfuU3uvdpR3UmTZXNs91_sSBYfx5hYf_vwf34pP_UL1DJtHV9dbI0JPwzttds06yO0hlR7ltwdAzUnP_5PG87qJ6J2cKE44PydfRLkfZiqrztzVceA/s320/CIMG2422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253364707516007090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >So far, bapak aku buat 2 basket yang bole dipakai sekaligus and bole masak 40 biji lemang serentak.</span><br /></div><br />Masukkan lemang kat dalam basket tuh and letakkan dalam oven macam kat bawah :<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGldBkPvQ_cxPRv3omVpLn9KrrOqLroPdWxe6Idk8YIr5QS99Ndxs_4XnQVxypbCINzT2xefRw3bMykpkU_PC4CtNQp4AqH1_q5ZtLxEfj-cTSNBo2nGMFl5NmsIYn61AOQuA89w/s1600-h/PIC000182.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGldBkPvQ_cxPRv3omVpLn9KrrOqLroPdWxe6Idk8YIr5QS99Ndxs_4XnQVxypbCINzT2xefRw3bMykpkU_PC4CtNQp4AqH1_q5ZtLxEfj-cTSNBo2nGMFl5NmsIYn61AOQuA89w/s320/PIC000182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253376649325300274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Dah isi lemang, masuk arang kat bawah, pastuh tutup oven, g la tengok tv or update blog</span></span>...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Lepas 2 jam, datang balik and hasilnya superb....Biasa orang masak lemang kene punsingkan lemang coz nak kasik die masak serata..Bapak aku solvekan issue nih ngan pakai material asbestos and buat oven nih tertutup..so heat die akan circulate dalam tuh jer, so lemang nih akan masak secara serata... Lantak ape orang nak cakap, tapi aku rase idea bapak aku nih memang genius, coz die dah settlekan masalah nak bakar lemang dalam kawasan bandar dan tidak memerlukan space yang besar and best part is aku dapat makan lemang yang di masak kat belakang rumah aku..Oven Lemang nih besar meja komputer and bole dismental. Aku memang kagum...so amacam? nak tempah for mak korang tak? hahahahaha.....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">######################################<br /><br />" Selamat Hari Raya IdulFitri "<br />&<br />"Maaf Zahir Batin"<br /><br />-vCoke@Raya2008-<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzi9WAYPpQUVvQkMx-mtn7HaOtN5rqkaaE3BlrCc3_PtmOMj7DWc-qJ7aZTAbDyI1Q4JP_tFBAaB8yqiUsssGZZmkzYH-W3yiehhZvCBUqMe14fgxBKGomaYS80GXz4zQITY10A/s1600-h/CIMG2478.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzi9WAYPpQUVvQkMx-mtn7HaOtN5rqkaaE3BlrCc3_PtmOMj7DWc-qJ7aZTAbDyI1Q4JP_tFBAaB8yqiUsssGZZmkzYH-W3yiehhZvCBUqMe14fgxBKGomaYS80GXz4zQITY10A/s320/CIMG2478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253381710851310642" border="0" /></a><br /></div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-62612861783979561592008-09-21T01:04:00.019+08:002008-09-21T02:32:37.324+08:00"Emoticon story".<br /><br />My daily routine during Ramadhan..(almost everyday)..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5.00 a.m :</span> Supposed this time muslim do thier 'sahur' but I choosed to <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6.00 a.m :</span> I still <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" /> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" /> .<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8.00 a.m :</span> As always , <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" /> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" /> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" /> .................................... <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/laughing.gif" alt="" border="0" /><br />...<br />....<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9.20 a.m :</span> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/shock2.gif" alt="" border="0" /> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/shock2.gif" alt="" border="0" /> I'm late....take a short bath and <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/car.gif" alt="" border="0" /> to work . sometimes i <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/ezrider2.gif" alt="" border="0" /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> to </span>work. Driving in KL during your 'late' hour, trust me, you can easily get <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/angry2.gif" alt="" border="0" /><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span>Felt like u wanna <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/hempuk.gif" alt="" border="0" /> or <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/guns.gif" alt="" border="0" /> or <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/chainsaw.gif" alt="" border="0" /> those stupid drivers. At this time, you don't wannna mess with me <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/bruceli.gif" alt="" border="0" /> or i'll <img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/66.gif" alt="" border="0" />..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />10.30 a.m : </span>Sampai opis..Sometimes kene sound ngan bos <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/scream.gif" alt="" border="0" /> but luckily my boss dont <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sebat.gif" alt="" border="0" /> me since our KPI are based on performance. But mostly i just <img src="http://www.addemoticons.com/hidden_emoticons/107.gif" alt="" border="0" /> ...<br /><br />Then start working..<img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/read.gif" alt="" border="0" /> , have some discussion <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/brother.gif" alt="" border="0" /> ...but most of the time felt very <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" />...and <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" /> and <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" />....but i will try to stay <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/shock3.gif" alt="" border="0" />...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5.30 p.m</span> : <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/enjoy.gif" alt="" border="0" /><img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/enjoy.gif" alt="" border="0" /> , it's balik time, but normally i'll stay.Coz datang lambat.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6.30 p.m :</span> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/bike.gif" alt="" border="0" /> with my colleague <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sidecar.gif" alt="" border="0" /> to "Pasar Ramadhan" (they called it PARAM now) to buy some food.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />7.20 p.m : </span><img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/dance.gif" alt="" border="0" /> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/dance.gif" alt="" border="0" /><img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/dance.gif" alt="" border="0" /> It's "buka" time... Said some prayer <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/pray.gif" alt="" border="0" /> and <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/makan.gif" alt="" border="0" /> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/minum.gif" alt="" border="0" /> then <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/smoking.gif" alt="" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />8.30 p.m :</span> Continue working...and "sometimes" go to "Terawih Prayers" <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/pray.gif" alt="" border="0" /><img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/pray.gif" alt="" border="0" /><img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/pray.gif" alt="" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10.00 p.m :</span> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/car.gif" alt="" border="0" /> back home..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11.30 p.m : </span>Continue do some work while <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/smoking.gif" alt="" border="0" /> ...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2.00 a.m : </span>Have my "sahur" <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/makan.gif" alt="" border="0" /> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/minum.gif" alt="" border="0" /> then <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/smoking.gif" alt="" border="0" /> ....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3.00 a.m : </span>Go to <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" />...<br /><br /><br />- <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/cool3.gif" alt="" border="0" /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">vCoke</span> <img src="http://www.easyridersunited.com/forum/Smileys/default/cool3.gif" alt="" border="0" />-vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-90642369160867287172008-09-07T06:42:00.012+08:002008-09-13T18:11:11.535+08:00"Fishy Fish"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIO6HGaCwaU657Kiy1M4fpCwbGYRDePbq5Oo_SFyAuWPc5QTGvv8W_smUdE8lA6_Dy9gtTFtditw-pY1QFCMeDKfb3vvT5GqD91J9LWzMAI5wB7V8FuClROz1qZsJfqOHM6nA-CQ/s1600-h/CIMG2420.JPG"></a><br />Recently our country(my country) celebrate its independant day, 31st August 2008. Merdeka. Not gonna repost as what my last year post but some sort samo old samo. Merdeka is just another holiday to me. When Merdeka comes, 'yeppa, another holiday to enjoy'. That's it. Stuck in the jam just to go to dataran, or klcc? not me. <div><br /></div><div>Merdeka Day : It's been a while since i did this.long time actually. When i mean long, its loooooooong time. Couple of years. 'Mall Hopping'. From <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Pavilion </span>to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> Lot 10</span> to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Sungei Wang</span> skip <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Berjaya Time Square</span> straigth to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">One Utama</span>-Old Wing to New Wing. Perghh, what a day. Who made me do this? She made me do this and it was joyful though. Tiring but fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pavilion it self make us tired already. So we have a foot massage at <a href="http://www.kenko.com.sg/">Kenko's</a>. hehehe, foot massage? muhahahaha... but it really something to me, coz our feet were massage by the fish and watch her tingling around. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, it my 1st time, so wait for about 5min, that pay rm38 for 30 mins session and we were given a tag. Washed our feet and slide the tag (just like touch n go) and just choose the spot you want. </div><div><br /></div><div>As per briefing by the staff there, the fish was from arabic country or Turkey, not sure. From the size of my hand to my thumb, all the fish keep on biting my feet. hahaha.... geli siol and there she was just waiting the right time to join in.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIO6HGaCwaU657Kiy1M4fpCwbGYRDePbq5Oo_SFyAuWPc5QTGvv8W_smUdE8lA6_Dy9gtTFtditw-pY1QFCMeDKfb3vvT5GqD91J9LWzMAI5wB7V8FuClROz1qZsJfqOHM6nA-CQ/s320/CIMG2420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243294226738083522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">grrr...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtw303WJxkmhdDM_Gq2YYfy3BbFrpmwBtVaIsH0oCfRoEZyG6U5GLpqwct-O-r5T_WEC1QsKZYnC3dhuG-qceZ4G6L2c6gmuc_PboMFBECacoQVUsidhFr9emMEyBX6YaaOTQbVw/s320/CIMG2410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243294225642656354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">As you can see, she still not sure, go in or not..hhehehe..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYdY_z1-zy5T-eIBgGj7g9ERcyLj6vbJWT63VA3D9HYjHggwCePE9hQEcR-EqTGDDFq671-o9HAU4dwubOtZ0GeROtU04F8dmAtwAeTAu5YbOKCgxXzHk-eScE07feuHR-7fhqQ/s320/CIMG2413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243294228937846914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally, she did it..hahahah, and as you can see, she holding my pants tight. Tak tahan geli..hahaha...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaz-nzC_XJYSnr6L4TBethleiQw1Nv2mjaACoFIagMgGE22Xxq7byAZK05a8ufQpXosSDLz9Mp9wIkQlu_s2gi-nNsNlv7k0-BKm1B0eNgFOtMZNEwRc5S9ffKpmxV3YLqPcuH-Q/s320/CIMG2419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243294229488893170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Untill the rest of the session.. :P </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Not sure how it really works, but to me this fish bussiness really makes money. People were eager to try it. As one of the pioners in Malaysia, i think they will do well. At least at first.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Physologically, it kinda refreshing your feet(of course la, dah rendam kat 30 min), but for sure, you feet looks clean though. After that, we continue our Mall Hopping.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Rase cam nak bela jer ikan nih....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Happy Merdeka Day & Selamat Berpuasa!!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">- vcoke - </div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-16510953365170234982008-08-26T14:30:00.002+08:002008-08-26T14:48:06.390+08:00"Broke or Broken?"Now, it's working time and here i'm blogging. Boss is not around, budak lain sume g makan. Tons of workload and tight time schedule.<br /><br />This month almost all my gadgets plan an attack towards me.Siot tol..macam dah plan.<br /><br />• 1st, my car breakdown while i'm driving in fast lane at MRR2.Timingbelt slip.4 valve kena. Damm, jammed MRR2 sebab aku. $$$$ gone.<br /><br />• 2nd, my blackie wifey-Shadow 600 pon meragam.Right after my car incident. Another $$$$ gone.<br /><br />• 3rd, my handphone also went crazy. Hang is her favorite thing. Potential $$$ gone<br /><br />• My notebook been attack by virus. This makes me going nuts. Fucker tol Vundo.gen.k(virus name). No $$$$ gone coz I’m having a new one.<br /><br />• My pc, aiya, possible hardisk failure. Damm, another $$$ gone.<br /><br />So, broke or broken? Both, I think.<br /><br />Work time.vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-27489624738626884482008-07-16T16:18:00.000+08:002008-07-16T16:21:14.401+08:00Daammm!!! Aku stresssss nak mampos!vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-23968448171304643532008-06-23T01:13:00.004+08:002008-06-23T01:23:18.192+08:00"Here in My Home"Browsing youtube than stumble across this vid. Surprisingly, it was by our Malaysian. It was a profitless project by our Malaysian artist and the song written by our local Pete Teo and sang by our 46 Malaysian artist. Layan sioll...<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Want to play it over and over again? Just go download it at thier official website @ :<br /><br /><a href="http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/">http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/</a>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-29754931984219739622008-06-12T03:18:00.010+08:002008-06-13T00:52:42.271+08:00'Resurrection'<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Last few weeks i turn 28 years old.....<br /><br />'Think BIG!' . That what <a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Fernandez">Tony Fernandez</a> used to say. Years back, at my age now, he was a Managing Director for Warner Music, Malaysia.<br /><br />Shahril Shamsuddin already an Asst. Managing Director of the Sapura Group when he was 28 years old.Now he is a Managing Director of Sapura Technolgy Berhad.<br /><br />As for me, nothing much happen. There is some growth but too little to count for. This make me think.... I'm used to say, I'll be somebody before 30. I have 2 years left. Can I make it?. Not impossible but lets face the reality. At the age of 28, I'm a Sr. System Eng. and as a employee. Can I climb the ladder in 2 years time?. Can, but unrealistic. Possible, if all my upper level die sequentially when I'm ready to take over. Logically = Impossible. As for my bizz, I'm already a CEO.Good?. I'm also the Director.Better? . Aaa, don't forget I'm also the clerk and last but not least I'm the dispatch boy too. All means nothing when the platform itself not strong enough.<br /><br />So, any regret? Nope, it just make my conscious even better. As for now, I can see what I can achive in 2 years time, 5 years from now or even 10 years. Not like few years back where I put my target high above the sky. What about Think BIG? Always think BIG, but must realistic.<br /><br />Almost 6 month I'm in my wonderland. Do what i do like and spent the way that i like.The impact, LESS focus and LESS fear. Lost focus in my career. Recent hit was, I failed my <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Hat_Certification_Program#Red_Hat_Certified_Technician">RHCT </a>exam. It not that I can't do it, just lost focus. Lost focus in my bizz. The result, now it almost 3/4 years of 2008 and up till now, there is no single sales for this year.<br /><br />Now, I'm at my parents house. Just met my old good friends few hours before. He just come out from hospital. Same age with me. Married with 1 kids. He just got the news from doctor that his nerve already damage resulting his balancing system and his vision going haywire when the attack comes. Same age with me and he already put the no. from 3 to only 4 people that have this rare medical condition in Malaysia. The worst part is, there is no cure. God already taken what he been using for 28 years. All this make me think...<br /><br />6 month is enough...<br /><br />############################################<br /><br />Clip from my surprise birthday wish by my Brotherhood Bikers Gang @ one of our main tempat lepak, BPS -bike workshop..really cheer me up..Thanks guys!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GT_RRliBU2M"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GT_RRliBU2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-26742003286402945662008-05-12T04:57:00.008+08:002008-05-12T06:06:00.469+08:00"???"<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Now, 5.02am, 12 May 2008...Yesterday evening, 6.00 p.m, she went back to her hometown after spending 3days 2 night here...come here for our friend's weeding @ Malacca. After all of silent period, we start to communicates again. It's weired though.<br /><br />The trip to Malacca basically was pain in the ass coz traffic was fucking bad at KL-Sbn highway. Car stop moving at Nilai until Seremban exit where took me almost 1 1/2 hour stuck in this heavy traffic. A long truck accident on the side of the road, but this fucking morons drivers of Malaysia keep on slowing their car just to see what is going on, which resulting jam teruk! Bodoh punye driver!. Kalo nak tolong berenti tepi! It took us 3 1/2 hour to get to Ayer Keroh from K.L. Luckily sempat catch the wed although its near to the end.<br /><br />Those last few days spending time with her make this inner feel more complicated. Try to accept the fact that "we are now friend" but it kind of hard coz sometimes my thought still complicating my tongue which end up spill out a few mushy words.<br /><br />Actually i never ask, "what is this relationship really stands for" coz personally, i start to accepting it as it now and try to live with it. Some says "Tutup buku lama, bukak buku barula".Hahahaha....not that easy. As for now, I start to see what is happening out there and i enjoying it which is not bound to this relationship commitment.<br /><br />"Coke, ko bile nak kawin?" This is one of the question pop out from my biker friend when i took her to our bike coffee session. Smiling is my favorite answer. This string attached thingy, i'll try to put aside at least for few years. Damm tired to start all over again and believe it or not, aku dah tak reti nak jiwang-jiwang ni. Letih siol!<br /><br />However, I'm quite enjoy her companionship for 2 1/2 days. Confused but worth it.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">nothing last forever</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> not even the mountains</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">someday they will be swept away and swallowed by the sea</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> we all shall be blessedly released</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">nothing last forever</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> not even the sun</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">for all we know it could have burned out light years ago</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> darkness remains the hardest thing for us to outrun</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> -Nothing Last Forever, Brett Dennen</span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Congratulation to Liza & Aiza.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Semoga berbahagia ke anak cucu....</span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuoE6H24jZamkktdVjrK-sJITnMdmrIUhzlsp7WTmoLUYIfshA08h82FQl97L2RYgqg0H5VgNTYXTBXTBy83f2YlFClY3Lr9jExtkBcHHUA_pNaXgMrZhGhXyHsrzsNzbkwUJLw/s1600-h/CIMG1324.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuoE6H24jZamkktdVjrK-sJITnMdmrIUhzlsp7WTmoLUYIfshA08h82FQl97L2RYgqg0H5VgNTYXTBXTBy83f2YlFClY3Lr9jExtkBcHHUA_pNaXgMrZhGhXyHsrzsNzbkwUJLw/s400/CIMG1324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199243903989471602" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">ps: Wheels Sickness sambung later....<br /></div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-61116910160465893382008-04-21T18:28:00.011+08:002008-05-06T02:44:56.419+08:00"Wheels Sickness Chap One"<div style="text-align: justify;">I declare MC today...woke up at 10 a.m, sent sms to my boss, saying that i'm not able to go to work due to my medical condition and continue sleeping. Wake up again @ 12.30 p.m..damm hurt. My back, and knee joint. This is what you get after almost 7 years tak mandi air terjun..hahaha..once you in, 5 hours dalam air. Yesterday, join the group to Sunday Breakfast ride @ Tg. Malim, Yik Mun Tg. Malim Pau...supposed to be RV point at Tmn Melati and roll out 8.00 a.m sharp, but I wake up @ 8.15 a.m..Kene tinggal la aku. Luckily, 1 of brotherhood wait for me at RnR Rawang..9.15 from house, arrived at RnR Rawang, 9.45, chat a bit, refuel than 10.00 a.m off we go....140kmh, 150kmh,130kmh, 10.25 arrive at Tg. Malim famous Pau restaurant. 10.45, off we go to Kelumpang Resort....apalaga, kasik tiruk laa..best, mmg best..nice view but too many batu..and my knee get some souvenirs...<br /><br />Well, for past few weeks, or month, my passion to bike growing bigger...Obviously after i get back from Phattalung Bike Week 2008, Thailand. Actually, the 'cross border' ride is a virgin ride to such a foreign country and long distance ride. It not actually in my plan. Just cross my mind a week before. Our official bike group, Brotherhood Motorcycles Group (BMG), didn't plan any official trip, so as a newbie in the group, i also didn't plan anything at all.. It just, it was my dream to experience so called "international bike week" such as <a href="http://www.sturgisbikeweek.com/">Sturgis Bike Week</a>, or <a href="http://www.bikeweek.com/gallery.cfm/mode/browse/id/393">Daytona Bike Week</a> . But almost impossible to ride from kl to Daytona Beach, Florida. The nearest is our Neighbour country, which is Singapore or Thailand. Since Thailand has so many bike week in a year, why not try one. Suppport my brotherhood, Mr. Sylbi, 2-3 days planning, off we go from KL to Phattlung, Thailand on 21st April 2008. Most of the bikers went to border on 19 or 20 April, but since I can't apply leave, have to 'gerak' Friday eve....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Day 1 </span>21 April 2008 5.00 p.m : Ride form RnR Rawang.but when we reach Bukit Tagar, have to stop bawah bridge coz heavy rain ahead. Stop to save all the electronic stuff before ride in the rain :<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/vCoke.bmg/R-n5kixgTCI/AAAAAAAAACE/wiUwEvp1Rb8/CIMG0445.JPG?imgmax=512"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/vCoke.bmg/R-n5kixgTCI/AAAAAAAAACE/wiUwEvp1Rb8/CIMG0445.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Heavy Rain Ahead</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Ride and ride we go, stop at RnR Tapah, for refuel :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/vCoke.bmg/R-n5mCxgTEI/AAAAAAAAACU/iVQeHOStCHU/CIMG0448.JPG?imgmax=512"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/vCoke.bmg/R-n5mCxgTEI/AAAAAAAAACU/iVQeHOStCHU/CIMG0448.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Luckily for Sylbi, he wearing a leather jacket and rain pants, but for me, all denim and all get wet :<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/vCoke.bmg/R-n5myxgTFI/AAAAAAAAACc/K5pJQmG6T24/CIMG0449.JPG?imgmax=512"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/vCoke.bmg/R-n5myxgTFI/AAAAAAAAACc/K5pJQmG6T24/CIMG0449.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wet and Soak</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br />We ride again, rain, heavy rain, small rain, big rain, refuel, ride, than we reach Malaysia-Thailand border around 11.30 p.m.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.creativemindavenue.com/misc/bike/tipon.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.creativemindavenue.com/misc/bike/tipon.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>As a first timer, we not sure what is the right procedure etc, after done some calls to the other bikers on the other side of the land, we proceed to the Malaysian Immigration. No prob, then proceed to the Thailand Immigration. Totally differ from Malaysia. Coz, dont actually know where and what, by looking at other people, we just follow, some kapchai. While we passes the road blocking cone, one of the Thai Officer, stop us :<br /><br />"Heyy, mau pigi mana?"<br /><br />"Err...Phattalung" said Mr. Sylbi.<br /><br />"Sana aa..." said the officer, while pointing at Sadau, Thailand. Without Thailand immigration stamp on our passport, we just sliding between the cone and taraaaaa, we already at Thailand :<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.creativemindavenue.com/misc/bike/gaban.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.creativemindavenue.com/misc/bike/gaban.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tired + hungry+soaked but happy.</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br />Met with one of our forum's bikers, he show us our place to sllep, check in, have dinner and sleep like a baby..<br /><br />End of part one.vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-78148812754225047402008-04-15T03:25:00.006+08:002008-04-15T04:01:39.021+08:00"Untitled"Currently I'm at Awana Genting Highland..the company sent me to do some work. Done just now, bout 12.30 a.m...dam tired actually..A lot of things to do.There is a system testing on this Wednesday, but i still don't finish the testing script yet! Further more, didn't do anything at all.Damm! Untill now, still find mood to doing it.The system it self still 60% done. Actually, I'm dead!...hehehe WTF!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTuFhr0nyFDm4lgrlSUIXyoRwLyyaf5TQcRMKHForft8RtcJtzXcIThzrwqTcCP7h7tqQ8mnygWXVrITrIQQNeh5oOwBYGQLPrSnQDnLj8r_pj0Yac5eQIiQee09uHh5Y0ZI6Ww/s1600-h/CIMG1062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTuFhr0nyFDm4lgrlSUIXyoRwLyyaf5TQcRMKHForft8RtcJtzXcIThzrwqTcCP7h7tqQ8mnygWXVrITrIQQNeh5oOwBYGQLPrSnQDnLj8r_pj0Yac5eQIiQee09uHh5Y0ZI6Ww/s320/CIMG1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189193441153163922" border="0" /></a><br />Mini bar list, gile mahal siollll!<br /></div><br />THis is just a mumbling post, since i'm trying to find my mood to continue my work. By the way, currently I'm listening to System Of A Down - Lonely Day<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">" Such a lonely day<br />Shouldn't exist<br />A day that Ill never miss<br />Such a lonely day<br />And its mine<br />The most loneliest day of my life"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">What the F$#%, it happened...hehehehe...ok, change the vibe, Serj Tankian - Empty Walls,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">" Don't you see their bodies burning?<br />Desolate and full of yearning<br />Dying of anticipation<br />Choking from intoxication"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Gile, aku pon tak paham ape die nyanyi, but layan je, coz music die best...lame2, wa pasti tau maksud die...<br /><br />Mylife now, damm, happy...life goes on, do what i like..what i always like...but the circumstances, I lost focus to what i should focus on.<br /><br />My faith, still strong but, lack of practice nowadays.Worried me, yeah need to do something bout it...<br /><br />Lovelive, hahaha, hehehe, forget bout it..My love and only life, my Shadow 600.. already felt like living lavida loca..<br /><br />Tomorrow, have to be at event hall at 8.00 a.m...mungkin tak tido kot, layan kije sampai pagi, after that, noon has to be at serdang...mampos aku gini...it been quite long since i'm being fully occupied.<br /><br />Dammm, cigarrates, only 1 left..mane la nak carik kedai kat sini pepagi buta ni...i think, my mood is now on, later...<br /></div></div></div></div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-57838586124153509732008-04-01T23:41:00.012+08:002008-04-02T00:38:12.446+08:00"BSB"<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Just get back from meeting with Ms. E at Mentari Business Park, Sunway. Bizz stuff, however the ending is not very well. No prob, normal la tu. From Sunway, I drove back using Federal Highway. Bump into heavy traffic. What TF! At 11.58 p.m weekdays still jam? Unfortunately, this heavy traffic cost by an accident on the other side of the road. This really pisses me off. How the hell, sebelah sane yang accident, jalan sini plak jam? To me it was fucking simple, If you want to help, pull over, or, just drive. Anak ayam punye driver.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Speaking of traffic, it reminds me to Bandar Seri Begawan (BSB), Brunei traffic scene. What surprise me was I never heard people honking during my time driving there. Gile peaceful. No stress. Honest.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">“Malasnye aku…” This is what I wrote on my last post when I was asked to go to Brunei by my superior.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Normally, I did some background check on that place(s) that I want to visit/go, so I can put up some expectation. For this trip = none. Furthermore, I don’t have a clue bout Brunei. Only thing I know, they have a Harley Davidson boutique.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Start at LCCT Sepang, met my colleague, Mr. A and new friend Ms. A a.k.a budak kecil yang mengaku comel, off we go to Brunei.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Well, when I touch down at Brunei airport and queuing to get clearance from the immigration, I heard something similar that normally I heard at mosque. Azan in the airport… Maybe to the rest it’s normal, but I damm impressed and I know what to expect.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">There, waiting for us, Pn. S (bunyi cam tue gile Pn. S) a.k.a Mrs. J, pick us up from airport to the hotel. Thank god for to Pn. S, everything has been set, accommodation, etc.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5IsNx4KNrsHxzKuYfmtxXZtDTY3PpxYxuhsXajiJze8RGZF-xIBo43mYKSEc9mfttojNoKRH_AMSV4K_e-VIKwWa9nyvdy7xCHJTt_gxyLa4vUe2WAMAiyVTAh4kWmaKNGdGyA/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5IsNx4KNrsHxzKuYfmtxXZtDTY3PpxYxuhsXajiJze8RGZF-xIBo43mYKSEc9mfttojNoKRH_AMSV4K_e-VIKwWa9nyvdy7xCHJTt_gxyLa4vUe2WAMAiyVTAh4kWmaKNGdGyA/s400/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184304837987369730" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Hotel where I stay</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1st day :</span> We have dinner, at Rest. Aneka Rasa, near a river I think. Then, the conversation is more like sesi suai kenal. While having some chit to the chat, I notice there was a boat passing by and stop just few meter from us. One passenger walk out from the bot to the Rest. Where are they come from? According to Pn. S, they come from Perkampungan Ayer (Water Village), among the Brunei pioneer residence. Further more they have their own Mosque, school etc on the Village of the Water!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2SC-xGWHbiDaO_bjmEEzL26nFPtAktstU90z8dc0jpIffeLmW7I4D_szPeTBgwq9TK-lEYY6dXn_RWd68JjJTL05hqOBFQzuBemksp_V6qB8Wo1cgvCaN7Y4AiSiY7ttiivrVw/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2SC-xGWHbiDaO_bjmEEzL26nFPtAktstU90z8dc0jpIffeLmW7I4D_szPeTBgwq9TK-lEYY6dXn_RWd68JjJTL05hqOBFQzuBemksp_V6qB8Wo1cgvCaN7Y4AiSiY7ttiivrVw/s400/Image067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184304030533518018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Perkampungan Ayer @ Kiangeh</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >2nd day :</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>We got our transport, Toyota Corolla (SE saloon-diesel) on the next day. 1st thing 1st. Went to Harley Boutique after finish the office stuff. Besar sial. Unfortunately the shop was close. After refuel(murah gile minyak kat sane), back to hotel for shower, before went to Kiangeh, to have Ms. A favorite food(also her medicine to her sickness), the famous “Satay Urat”. Taste like “Satay Perut” but a bit soft. 4 stick for 1 Brunei Dollar. Makan sampai kenyang. Here also the place that we get our Malaysian phone coverage (Part of Celcom so called territories).</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkzEE3VrVIbmA0ANcT1c493hFhT90E-tE5-KKZaNvx8Wy88shyEc5MwxHJqRMDbvrzVwaTJKo0Douy7QtT8feTchBT3DjqraQLdItwnl69r5fYYDJkLMLRcUlr3PseU_a8Bj1aw/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkzEE3VrVIbmA0ANcT1c493hFhT90E-tE5-KKZaNvx8Wy88shyEc5MwxHJqRMDbvrzVwaTJKo0Douy7QtT8feTchBT3DjqraQLdItwnl69r5fYYDJkLMLRcUlr3PseU_a8Bj1aw/s400/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184304825102467794" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Our ride...</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtaG-9l4RuNQwXRiBeOePZciyI04o5gyQZgqlG7DW5dpFfxUuPAGUlDjy70_39P61lC8HhBhfJZHz3VCjajL2c3NuXLDcu1q9CTtDUjjj5SfReznMqkPLiL-TvOYMF1zRCOIoSw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtaG-9l4RuNQwXRiBeOePZciyI04o5gyQZgqlG7DW5dpFfxUuPAGUlDjy70_39P61lC8HhBhfJZHz3VCjajL2c3NuXLDcu1q9CTtDUjjj5SfReznMqkPLiL-TvOYMF1zRCOIoSw/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184310069257536370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Harley Boutique</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y12OqrMVRKxH03X2r9OllIkITJjvwaF2fs5yBkZaNtJK2YENE3zaJJ5PSHcv46bF7NLKNYjFDZ6LkrIERv9GP95QnlgbO1prIyk5OhR1vPJN4XiJOCil0gtzM7u9pC_NTUs42w/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y12OqrMVRKxH03X2r9OllIkITJjvwaF2fs5yBkZaNtJK2YENE3zaJJ5PSHcv46bF7NLKNYjFDZ6LkrIERv9GP95QnlgbO1prIyk5OhR1vPJN4XiJOCil0gtzM7u9pC_NTUs42w/s400/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184306938226377554" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Minyak murah gile..</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUkZtwknbNCjMof6o6mJMr-XnqzRBY5qj9iaNrmUASBEgkELxpZ5D-H3lCeJnA4bno-cMoe_GGDJ9EX_IpHSwTkKhOWQdg8TnZTqgX5PB-cfl9VtySjT3SmQ9GLZ1r5ETk9cH6g/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUkZtwknbNCjMof6o6mJMr-XnqzRBY5qj9iaNrmUASBEgkELxpZ5D-H3lCeJnA4bno-cMoe_GGDJ9EX_IpHSwTkKhOWQdg8TnZTqgX5PB-cfl9VtySjT3SmQ9GLZ1r5ETk9cH6g/s400/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184306925341475618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">They said this mosque has </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">kubah made from </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">gold.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >3rd day :</span><span style="font-size:100%;">It was Friday, and a holiday for Brunei. Their weekend on Friday and Sunday(Don’t how they plan their vacay). Using Pn. S Nissan Sentra, we drove to Miri, Sarawak for Pn.S passport renewal purposes. Well, I’m the one who driving, and it feel like driving at Muadzam Shah. Long road like a highway with lots of trees. The driving took us bout 1 hour to the border and another ½ an hour to Miri town.After had our lunch, while Pn. S renew her passport, me and Mr.A went to Miri Kraft Center. Nothing much, a lot of “sumpit” but none of “cawat”, bought some souvenir and stop by at Taman Awam Miri..</span><span style="font-size:100%;">Take some pictures and enjoy the scenary(atas jembatan gantung).</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We stop at Jerudong for lepak-lepak, pekene Kepak Ayam goreng(lazat gile), then when to <span style="font-style: italic;">cantremembertheplacename</span>, ate Nasi Katok for our dinner. For 1 Brunei Dollar, you get rice with chicken. Murah gilos.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMv3WoXJnf9VOGWf7ke_FqUnYH55kquF9JBrlV0UNsU6GL7mCPwh3diKvY2GdogrOw3ERAkZzzap-5qFT7Uz8uavq46ZavDnbvT-O7cqjxeeIrA7N6Lpe9WiDX2mE1vC2RAcixQ/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMv3WoXJnf9VOGWf7ke_FqUnYH55kquF9JBrlV0UNsU6GL7mCPwh3diKvY2GdogrOw3ERAkZzzap-5qFT7Uz8uavq46ZavDnbvT-O7cqjxeeIrA7N6Lpe9WiDX2mE1vC2RAcixQ/s400/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184304833692402418" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >1st Tol we met near to Miri border.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuW-ov_Aar2ruJelVS-UqtQ9gRy7e-U9C7hlepz6jW9L9tMd1ewEbGhMbyOY2IPCQAy0bnacCaA39KSDZtuORO5ZXcOpIawxEzTApy6IKRjNFg1uB3kvI883TGiJRUSPOU6pFlg/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuW-ov_Aar2ruJelVS-UqtQ9gRy7e-U9C7hlepz6jW9L9tMd1ewEbGhMbyOY2IPCQAy0bnacCaA39KSDZtuORO5ZXcOpIawxEzTApy6IKRjNFg1uB3kvI883TGiJRUSPOU6pFlg/s400/Image044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184306933931410242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jambatan Gantung at Miri</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">4thday :</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> After back from work (Sabtu kije siol sane), went to The Mall, where I got my sleeve tattoo (kat Malaysia susah mau dapat), then our dinner was sponsor by Mrs. J, Pn. S husband and the menu was the famous Satay Urat!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">5thday :</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">There was a weeding invitation from one of the colleague. Compare to our country, Brunei wedding ceremony has many level. According to Pn. S, they have 7 level. Kalo kat Malaysia camni, mampus, habis duit kat kawin. I wore jeans + shirt that day, a normal attire for weeding ceremony in Malaysia. After met with Pn. S and the family, off we go to the wedding. Reach there around 2.30 – 3 p.m. Suddenly, I notice every male there wearing full set of Baju Melayu. Bapak segan sioll. Only me and Mr. A wearing casual. Buat dek, join the crowd. The wedding was separate into 2, male and femal section. So we lepak at male section. Just sit there and staring at the food. Damm, hungry. We cannot eat until the akad nikah finish and unfortunately for us, the akad nikah finish around 5.00p.m. Damm. Eat then blah..we when to other mall in kiangeh where Ms. A terpeleot..hahahahah….Then we have dinner at Pn. S house...kenyang+sedap gile...(she claim that she cooked..ehehehe)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Lt3_gb1x7UeoYp4VpChMY5yur1FbCNSa_70iM-U16_GlNqVVT8mtMn4HrYJgJYr25z1o5czEEiqukwfbTAK_ShMS3kPmCU_fX7mfRjjSOu7jErxK0Is05YKIsrV1BfnHE8yViw/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Lt3_gb1x7UeoYp4VpChMY5yur1FbCNSa_70iM-U16_GlNqVVT8mtMn4HrYJgJYr25z1o5czEEiqukwfbTAK_ShMS3kPmCU_fX7mfRjjSOu7jErxK0Is05YKIsrV1BfnHE8yViw/s400/Image058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184310077847470978" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >The look on the male side @ wedding...lapar...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IPAraiyAho82REvsbame1l1HHFbUrodcb5TXfKH2mMBSJxnX97eNjVli0gebjplER8SEdEFl5934UWhY3J73txIrImupfhrngHr_JwVVIb8oK2YKPBD4YxyRU6KFCN3ekhLQ-g/s1600-h/DSCN7848.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IPAraiyAho82REvsbame1l1HHFbUrodcb5TXfKH2mMBSJxnX97eNjVli0gebjplER8SEdEFl5934UWhY3J73txIrImupfhrngHr_JwVVIb8oK2YKPBD4YxyRU6KFCN3ekhLQ-g/s400/DSCN7848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184310082142438290" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Xbox 360 as one of the hantaran</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvpjOPo7pbmIhKH4S-WSO9ZWlZ2XAD6_-LAuDqnrx59-5jGZR6UrocnFc8NfJWt9guEfw6keDPS-96jVt6Hhob78wMP2qRuXPXEzjFj4igilQBiMxm0OGoQ8ML5wuXIMlizq3rw/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvpjOPo7pbmIhKH4S-WSO9ZWlZ2XAD6_-LAuDqnrx59-5jGZR6UrocnFc8NfJWt9guEfw6keDPS-96jVt6Hhob78wMP2qRuXPXEzjFj4igilQBiMxm0OGoQ8ML5wuXIMlizq3rw/s400/Image072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184306942521344866" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Minah ni shopping sakan</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">6thday :</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">During the office break, we rush to the Harley Boutique where I got my HD Key, wallet, shirt and patches. Best tahap gaban. Then sent Mr.A and Ms. A to airport and I leave alone at Brunei, continue the mission.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">I went back to Malaysia the next day.. well after all, It was unforgetful experience. If the company want to sent me to work at Brunei, maybe I will consider the offer…hahaha…</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuUodR1ljFTx5e-9IUe0mbO8GxXu_bpO7y7dUeVcy1Pn3Kl14Vojhp6q5EcOrj_05yX7j7rBMtEN-639Cfnc4Yp__YyOlj6SHJanmGf4JXquPV6iwvEOHlOLWIyz4EC15IySfwA/s1600-h/DSCN7871.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuUodR1ljFTx5e-9IUe0mbO8GxXu_bpO7y7dUeVcy1Pn3Kl14Vojhp6q5EcOrj_05yX7j7rBMtEN-639Cfnc4Yp__YyOlj6SHJanmGf4JXquPV6iwvEOHlOLWIyz4EC15IySfwA/s400/DSCN7871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184310099322307506" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Mr. J, Mrs. J, Ms. A, me and Mr. A after the kenyages dinner ever...thanks Pn.S..</span><br /></div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-37261370524224969832008-02-13T02:21:00.006+08:002008-02-20T13:55:31.183+08:00"Two Wheels Story : Full Vers"<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> <br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKU5tW3oi2_xbh5vIxYEvbRN8zmHM3UwFLpUFo_hxOCEUzDnNj45OUMogN6ema0HAAOtwA0Cv6RB9dXdXbrGdo6uLMEFSiO92msi6t0PT_60CpYU661MG7H4AH5h66gpQMIsQ7g/s1600-h/cnyride.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKU5tW3oi2_xbh5vIxYEvbRN8zmHM3UwFLpUFo_hxOCEUzDnNj45OUMogN6ema0HAAOtwA0Cv6RB9dXdXbrGdo6uLMEFSiO92msi6t0PT_60CpYU661MG7H4AH5h66gpQMIsQ7g/s400/cnyride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168712574532454770" border="0" /></a><br />“I have good news for you; the company wants to send you for a holiday” said my boss.<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“<st1:place st="on">Holiday</st1:place>?” Curiosity comes to mind. What is the hidden agenda. <st1:place st="on">Holiday</st1:place> after CNY leave? I don’t think so.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“Tomorrow, go to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Brunei</st1:place></st1:country-region> for our company project over there”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Just like I expected. Aiya….very short notice. <span style=""> </span>Coz of that, until now I still at office, finish the entire task before leaving to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Brunei</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Malasnye aku….</p>---------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />By the way, after almost month on the surgeon table, my wife finally out for action. 1st action was CNY Ride.<br /><br />As planning, RV at Taman Melati Shell on 7 Feb 2008. As been brief the other day, our destination is ride to Cherating. After done with breakfast, a short briefing before took off.<br /><br />“There is change of plan. Our destination is Rantau Abang, Terengganu” said our Marshall.<br /><br />Rantau Abang? Shiookk, lagi jauh lagi best.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">List of participants :<br />- 1 Kawasaki Vulcan 1500 cc<br />- 1 Kawasaki Vulcan 1500 cc (en)<br />- 1 Harley Davidson Sporster 883<br />- 6 Kawasaki Vulcan 800cc (Custom & Classic)<br />- 1 Yamaha Dragstar 650cc<br />- 3 Honda Shadow 600 cc<br />- 1 Kawasaki KLE 400cc<br /><br />Total = 14 bikes /14 bikers<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnXv-scTy4K3hKI3MrrLITMXzIDOjHvs3ozsXB7gvceGniVtEam0n5k_-MLT4kNLG86GCxuKkywgfNPSyp9qjqCn2ASHqzlQYPpFWmA5HWi09x_u5meOMesNdRUyIXwIY4g-qsVw/s1600-h/lr_IMG_4899.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnXv-scTy4K3hKI3MrrLITMXzIDOjHvs3ozsXB7gvceGniVtEam0n5k_-MLT4kNLG86GCxuKkywgfNPSyp9qjqCn2ASHqzlQYPpFWmA5HWi09x_u5meOMesNdRUyIXwIY4g-qsVw/s320/lr_IMG_4899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166162214362155042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">RV at Shell Tmn Melati, then around 10 a.m we start our engine and ride.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLwmCzOxMai5qz8EPkDKMTXlKNZZXUFcmB1Q3znGelfp0HSRuGb5XJ4TfELniw2le43DKtBl6j-vZo08MeOMEtG4mnfrl9kekyrfT4cXQOnhfST-sKEShUoMcQRQTyxticuwsVQ/s1600-h/lr_IMG_4908.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLwmCzOxMai5qz8EPkDKMTXlKNZZXUFcmB1Q3znGelfp0HSRuGb5XJ4TfELniw2le43DKtBl6j-vZo08MeOMEtG4mnfrl9kekyrfT4cXQOnhfST-sKEShUoMcQRQTyxticuwsVQ/s320/lr_IMG_4908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166163283809011762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5Jin87don1huS2UV-QY1xzR8aQmTF59kCn7PHRUCh3IHTeG7pUouNrAwTCM2erlFVerOEFXU2DYeQujlaWGxWhs_x1QV0-DRAQFTsH2vD90-N3Hw_Y0iv9L7NZ20104xGHmRVQ/s1600-h/lr_IMG_4910.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5Jin87don1huS2UV-QY1xzR8aQmTF59kCn7PHRUCh3IHTeG7pUouNrAwTCM2erlFVerOEFXU2DYeQujlaWGxWhs_x1QV0-DRAQFTsH2vD90-N3Hw_Y0iv9L7NZ20104xGHmRVQ/s320/lr_IMG_4910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166163747665479746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">First stop - Petronas Dusun Eco Resort, waiting for other 3 riders.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTJ7x3MCvVa2VjHzcGSPcef9u8ue_rp-wVDoxBqGgQUkPFB1MvZAXOiymsJYAYuHKD7D8R_b9LFztr-lBg_Ssgw2y9MSqvdcJfiHcSSEV2gLVbWlv_4OTt0T5JV7ON-X9kGBeDA/s1600-h/lr_IMG_4918.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTJ7x3MCvVa2VjHzcGSPcef9u8ue_rp-wVDoxBqGgQUkPFB1MvZAXOiymsJYAYuHKD7D8R_b9LFztr-lBg_Ssgw2y9MSqvdcJfiHcSSEV2gLVbWlv_4OTt0T5JV7ON-X9kGBeDA/s320/lr_IMG_4918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166164537939462226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Second stop - RNR Temerloh (jalan lama)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZlLiRjgtxijaLs2afdNNR_wMqjUR1fCk-HwF9jKCr_PoI0ZK22jCHKSB9J4IYWo-4aBzJRWHPy-u7vBN1JZA70G1cm898x8TkwYIm9XqInubDmPhCe2TqiKkPTXvH30JppK_Ow/s1600-h/IMG_4925.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZlLiRjgtxijaLs2afdNNR_wMqjUR1fCk-HwF9jKCr_PoI0ZK22jCHKSB9J4IYWo-4aBzJRWHPy-u7vBN1JZA70G1cm898x8TkwYIm9XqInubDmPhCe2TqiKkPTXvH30JppK_Ow/s320/IMG_4925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166165457062463586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Third Stop - Teluk Sisek, Kuantan - Cendol Time</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAH3XEvVyFN_3uPT7Xpj1_ze_p3kyAfClCBAWmbAUjfBHrwvKLdVsD_JV6C4HSS07led6nuNfGGlGQGYyM3YlguU5obEEmhHp6wC5wCA0LBSuXEbTBh3zpkHbdyVPKJCoQfnm7A/s1600-h/lr_IMG_4932.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Karang, Batu Hitam, Kuantan</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmm-xbvG2KKe9Xcee15AdLKrjy4tmI3YwCKSSpb7oEAYqGLINL49f1oDmm-1Cep-xY0FbEGeJ_LtKGqqkhqCrbBdgpV0QP2DvZOZ6eC2tTauEvhA1RTH_XbAUipM8Zvjdl2VJNWg/s1600-h/lr_IMG_4945.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmm-xbvG2KKe9Xcee15AdLKrjy4tmI3YwCKSSpb7oEAYqGLINL49f1oDmm-1Cep-xY0FbEGeJ_LtKGqqkhqCrbBdgpV0QP2DvZOZ6eC2tTauEvhA1RTH_XbAUipM8Zvjdl2VJNWg/s320/lr_IMG_4945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166167518646765714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5XqLVjMmfYnk81vLKHrEJbb934yjOe9NJBF8zoixd-D3a8OToufdU6PQq10n6eKx_6Cx3qPzjRW5Zi-SdrBQRBhVwGdZoIRS-wTjRiwhyphenhyphen9TLZnT1tiCcM_pmMZQyBv3vD3NYEg/s1600-h/IMG_4947.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5XqLVjMmfYnk81vLKHrEJbb934yjOe9NJBF8zoixd-D3a8OToufdU6PQq10n6eKx_6Cx3qPzjRW5Zi-SdrBQRBhVwGdZoIRS-wTjRiwhyphenhyphen9TLZnT1tiCcM_pmMZQyBv3vD3NYEg/s320/IMG_4947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166168012568004770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fifth stop - Kemaman, Ganu Kitee..</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CDIGS35ibhayWDTuet0kYAxQ725vM6kUYU0PLNEsLoVtTJmxBdNHkCVBWpXVxqfp1bKP_h2H5l30FW3w4JrvT9W6074nQcaSkQLXk9Vd0FGBavOMWuVxfZZLG7M2acuItESIaQ/s1600-h/lr_IMG_4949.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CDIGS35ibhayWDTuet0kYAxQ725vM6kUYU0PLNEsLoVtTJmxBdNHkCVBWpXVxqfp1bKP_h2H5l30FW3w4JrvT9W6074nQcaSkQLXk9Vd0FGBavOMWuVxfZZLG7M2acuItESIaQ/s320/lr_IMG_4949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166168609568458930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">6th stop - Rantau Abang, </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">OK, at this stop where come the funny part. Actually, we planning like a wild hog...just start your bike and ride to the destination...so we go to Rantau Abang without booking any place to stay. Hehehe...and we forgot that the day was Festive eve, and all chalet, hotel were fully book. We stop almost 3 hours, searching for room to stay, but failure.. It was nearly 9.30 p.m,and there was a mosque, and some of us went there for solat/rest etc, and some waiting and side of the road. While waiting, the waiting group, start our bikes and ride to Kuala Terengganu to continue for hotel searching mission. Almost 2 hours, and still got nothing. Luckily, one of our biker wife has a friend at Kuala Terengganu (which getting married on the next day). Next to this bride house, there was a kindergarten and she manage to get us stay at that place. Hahahah.....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38s1pJqdzKGXfUOt5sp3984hA-VLQjMfX8t73MrBaLQqkvBk8jo3MfrQHxF1mu7KUj2vTle-S-TV7ksiBTnfasNBH4ZLl4UxMQvJPGWMuHwO4vTDBc4nnkTYF_dyKVobvZ6lOhw/s1600-h/2259546985_205b7dbd6a_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38s1pJqdzKGXfUOt5sp3984hA-VLQjMfX8t73MrBaLQqkvBk8jo3MfrQHxF1mu7KUj2vTle-S-TV7ksiBTnfasNBH4ZLl4UxMQvJPGWMuHwO4vTDBc4nnkTYF_dyKVobvZ6lOhw/s320/2259546985_205b7dbd6a_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168700252271282370" border="0" /></a>At Kindergarten P.J , Kuala Terengganu<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHX3p9bKAepEbjefxhFtGtK9ScP2PZ1DSrYBKVI9qCuiscvjN7a__HhSG-8vHctWKJPqXBuBBxmXr7O4eC48rMsVgKAvSxXqTPobOtpyTpwSmvn3aauAgfN7h1iFA_x4NYAlcCg/s1600-h/2260344612_6171c7e6ca_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHX3p9bKAepEbjefxhFtGtK9ScP2PZ1DSrYBKVI9qCuiscvjN7a__HhSG-8vHctWKJPqXBuBBxmXr7O4eC48rMsVgKAvSxXqTPobOtpyTpwSmvn3aauAgfN7h1iFA_x4NYAlcCg/s320/2260344612_6171c7e6ca_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168701364667812050" border="0" /></a>The next day, in searching of Nasi Dagang but end up eating nasi minyak(nasi minyak abis daa..).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-rBvXv8rOMv5kkUUvfyneeWHZpbhwkFeZxEUUUEsCRSkHH0zcMooAcH1RYWm_LVQP0z8dUr3rZIjvvCtWtTDtVL1EC90JnlBVQzZesg-4m3BOpNF74qEjcq4gVTeLd5nvsdA6Q/s1600-h/2259548155_e0e79148e6_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-rBvXv8rOMv5kkUUvfyneeWHZpbhwkFeZxEUUUEsCRSkHH0zcMooAcH1RYWm_LVQP0z8dUr3rZIjvvCtWtTDtVL1EC90JnlBVQzZesg-4m3BOpNF74qEjcq4gVTeLd5nvsdA6Q/s320/2259548155_e0e79148e6_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168702653158000866" border="0" /></a>After solat Jumaat, preparing to take off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgV6Xd7J-tsiMDUEuyZSFZpqx2mSHNyr9Jc5DL0gxmBVF353HnDCh44Q4R5p9jZSI45T5MacPM-8fGtWpjYC732-WwBUcGhgw0yPyY_jIBcdXPsNOnJaA03CbaqMbbIMY7WtAbrQ/s1600-h/2259547741_689926e9ea_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgV6Xd7J-tsiMDUEuyZSFZpqx2mSHNyr9Jc5DL0gxmBVF353HnDCh44Q4R5p9jZSI45T5MacPM-8fGtWpjYC732-WwBUcGhgw0yPyY_jIBcdXPsNOnJaA03CbaqMbbIMY7WtAbrQ/s320/2259547741_689926e9ea_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168703361827604722" border="0" /></a>Our kind guest host and his daughter...Thanks so much bro!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxEoesXxqzMCAzUz6q5gxIlyW-HWzuimMlx7UMWJgcD-8-B6Nv9dwbh73h0QFMy-zGItRz1QZzCF5pcJal0HeKowuuAoosijdGNfBkJn8i392eB4QuOyEyZf_eNgnljlTD3fgbQ/s1600-h/dscn0795zi3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxEoesXxqzMCAzUz6q5gxIlyW-HWzuimMlx7UMWJgcD-8-B6Nv9dwbh73h0QFMy-zGItRz1QZzCF5pcJal0HeKowuuAoosijdGNfBkJn8i392eB4QuOyEyZf_eNgnljlTD3fgbQ/s320/dscn0795zi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168705998937524482" border="0" /></a>On the way back (Still in Terengganu)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCnI9hgZ9XOXCRYvCSR3TQ-ZZz08GqQOxy9v6ovcWySYS2qf3LhLc9Q9vUxCsmF_iXIhDnx1mTotC_V-HYlwd4nf0FkbAUjKBsYspoy0Socnq6SBR1nc2-D82AkydRJGsLUF8Ow/s1600-h/IMG_5025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCnI9hgZ9XOXCRYvCSR3TQ-ZZz08GqQOxy9v6ovcWySYS2qf3LhLc9Q9vUxCsmF_iXIhDnx1mTotC_V-HYlwd4nf0FkbAUjKBsYspoy0Socnq6SBR1nc2-D82AkydRJGsLUF8Ow/s320/IMG_5025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168706724786997522" border="0" /></a>Aaaa....my mind was flying for a while...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKt3cKkNA4EwvnlP-yYcqdjYD4VYK06oyCTlvt-k7AKdufCKn2ySaV-PCHxswfvoISMN0UNKrLDsBDnHEsSZNZOUytDHnDgJuHsdc84OigCAgZ9vTU_2D6coIt53776nslJtnEw/s1600-h/lr_IMG_5024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKt3cKkNA4EwvnlP-yYcqdjYD4VYK06oyCTlvt-k7AKdufCKn2ySaV-PCHxswfvoISMN0UNKrLDsBDnHEsSZNZOUytDHnDgJuHsdc84OigCAgZ9vTU_2D6coIt53776nslJtnEw/s320/lr_IMG_5024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168707373327059234" border="0" /></a>We stop at Pak Sabah, Dungun, K Terengganu after few of our bikers friend experienced a live accident between bus and lorry just right in front of them, Luckily, none of us get hurt....Refueling and continue our ride...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOljwH2bjY593tbVUEHTdY97boGcIA0vWzPUGBykzK3yBVybcnw6W0BDGzmCPOgNvq1O5qLvoCLmPmZfu9kK0U_nR8M2-_2AkJbXKyO8Ogu27iLTNJqVgvGBgVAPZ7vfRonCY4g/s1600-h/lr_IMG_5076.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOljwH2bjY593tbVUEHTdY97boGcIA0vWzPUGBykzK3yBVybcnw6W0BDGzmCPOgNvq1O5qLvoCLmPmZfu9kK0U_nR8M2-_2AkJbXKyO8Ogu27iLTNJqVgvGBgVAPZ7vfRonCY4g/s320/lr_IMG_5076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168708528673261874" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Next stop, Pantai Kemasik, Kemamang!....having dinner and continue the journey.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGKs31CSiPPQmLjo93PckCy3lLZeq2Yj9di0I-kNL8dSOJycyVDeqUPb8vLC8pB0JBBx3B-hbxYojd67CuNeBaQ9S2ECDwGuVHfIeWGf_iqzMetmW6KMW5HrLf9W4713InDtvfA/s1600-h/2260346920_e077c4a285_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGKs31CSiPPQmLjo93PckCy3lLZeq2Yj9di0I-kNL8dSOJycyVDeqUPb8vLC8pB0JBBx3B-hbxYojd67CuNeBaQ9S2ECDwGuVHfIeWGf_iqzMetmW6KMW5HrLf9W4713InDtvfA/s320/2260346920_e077c4a285_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168709439206328642" border="0" /></a>Stop, refuel before entering the LPT highway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfPmkgu16VJ-QF_pAACLuildnRIRn_NQp-OV6clPJcdn64sINrjnuurHYNXUuesA-Y_c-TVoG8g0iq-qxs8wqD1Ls5YWWydDfwfoa8pgx8BBq5L6eVDufqRxGEKhptLSRVvWONg/s1600-h/2259551365_ecd55b6238_o(3).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfPmkgu16VJ-QF_pAACLuildnRIRn_NQp-OV6clPJcdn64sINrjnuurHYNXUuesA-Y_c-TVoG8g0iq-qxs8wqD1Ls5YWWydDfwfoa8pgx8BBq5L6eVDufqRxGEKhptLSRVvWONg/s320/2259551365_ecd55b6238_o(3).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168709842933254482" border="0" /></a>At LPT highway, for regroup and ride back straight to KL,arrive KL around 5 a.m in the morning....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Overall, this ride was pricesless, damm shiokkk.... waiting for the next ride... adios..<br /></div><br /></div><br /></div></div></div></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-82677177176174697472008-01-12T04:42:00.000+08:002008-01-12T04:44:54.703+08:00"R.E.S.P.E.C.T"<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />3.27 a.m, and tomorrow is a holiday. Life has been up and down. Work also the same. Bizz still going on as usual. Will be messy next few weeks because of lots of projects must be close before end of Jan.<br /><br />My precious still on the surgeon table. Now, the plan becomes more complicated involving more bucks, but what the hell! For years I kept my pocket zipped for nothing, now its time to spend. At least, she’s always there, waiting for me to ride her on.<br /><br />By the way, on 10 Jan 2008, I get what I always dream about. Ride a Harley Davidson bike. A HD Sportster Xl siries. Damm, it was a great experience. Even though it was a very short ride, now I know what is Harley Davidson all about.<br /><br />……………………………………………………………………<br /><br />R.E.S.P.E.C.T – The meaning of this word really get in to me when a big size of hand landing on my face at the speed of 180km per hour. That time I was 14 years old and the hand belong to my senior. Old story. Almost 28 years I’m stay breathing on this land and I can categorize the meaning of this word in to 2.<br /><br />1) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Do the respect</span>: This is more like a written manual. You just follow as the content written such as acting polite to the elder people etc.<br />2) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Meaning the respect</span>: More like you really respect someone and at some point u say it out loud and deep in your heart you really mean it.<br /><br />No. 1 is easy to do and as I said, most of the people done it ‘acting’ the respect. For no. 2, he/she must gain it, hard. If you gain the respect, you have it all. You get the trust, loyal, etc. Because to me, only a stand up guy deserve that. Maybe most of the ladies not agree with me, but as for the boys, I think you guys get what I mean. As they said,<br /><br />“Men are respectable only as they respect.”<br /><br />Lately, I faced some disrespect attitude form people around me. Not say that I’m perfect but, when you make a deal, you must honor the deal no matter what. Show some respect. Many people can say this word but not many can really mean it. Not only by saying “Wa respek lu”.<br /><br />Why am I writing bout this? Because this thing really pisses me off. Believe me or not, I can’t even sleep thinking bout this. What the fuck!.. And the people who done it were among the closes. We live with this word and this thing that give the different between a stand up guys and the average Joe.<br /><br />The problem is to react in this situation. Wrong choice can bring a disaster and destroy everything. So I choose to silent 1st and digest before do the talking.<br /><br />However, as a man, and with some respect, all this can be talked. So far, after a very short talk, things get back to normal as it should be. As I mention in my previous post before, table talk will do.<br /><br />Actually I’m not really sure how to express it here coz I’m a bit high right now, but if you a wise man, you should understand.<br /><br />“"<span style="font-style: italic;">But I'm a superstitious man. And if some unlucky accident should befall him - If he should get shot in the head by a police officer, or if he should hang himself in his jail cell - or if he's struck by a bolt of lightning, them I'm going to blame some of the people in this room, and that I do not forgive. But, that aside, let me say that I swear, on the souls of my grandchildren, that I will not be the one to break the peace we've made here today.</span>"”<br /><br />- Don Corleone (The Godfather)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-17822570539118858782007-12-22T02:10:00.000+08:002007-12-22T02:29:59.030+08:00"Wish List"<p class="MsoNormal">Lately, I always dream bout her. The curve of her body. The feel when I on top of her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The smell of her skin...The sound of her breath really makes me excited. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Maybe because god forbid me to "do" her everyday. Since I have to go JB for almost a week until this new year’ eve, makes the missing part getting bigger.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She almost perfect. Far way better from my previous one. However, there are few “make over “ I’m planning to send her through. Even though I already spent big bucks on her lately because of her illness(her heart was injured), it doesn’t bother me much. Money isn’t everything, even though she insisted. So below is the list for her make over :</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="">Lower her butt a bit so the ‘cutting’ become more obvious </li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">Bought her new pair of shoes</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">Give her some new skin color(makes her more daring)</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">Make her eyes more smaller</li></ul> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Even though only 4 things to do, it cost me a lot. Already located the surgeon, but waiting for the dollar sign. Hope it will be settle by January and also hope she will be look like <a href="http://www.bigbearchoppers.com/bikes/merc/rigid.htm">this </a>someday</p>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-57305814423899066612007-11-26T15:21:00.000+08:002007-11-26T15:23:58.249+08:00“Sing Song Sang”Life’s good. A bit of hiccup here and there but, nothing I can’t handle.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Have you describe/imagine some moment in your life with a song. I have and always do. It’s kind of silly or childish (if you want to call it that way) but it works for me. For example, when I’m in smily mood, a fast and happy melodiy song will be my choice. For now, definitely “Into the night” by Carlos Santana feat. Chad Kroeger. When I’m in the rebel mood, my choice of song is from the “The Black Donnelly’s” opening theme. Sad? Still, “Cinta Putih” by Kerispatih + “Broken” by Lifehouse br the choice.<br /><br />Kinda freak? Naaa… I think it is normal. Most of the peoples done this without they realized it. It not only bout the lyrics, but the melody too.<br /><br />Well, last two days, my mood was good like Santana sound of guitar’s melody coz every problem regarding works, I can handle it pretty damm good. So while I’m having my nicotine break, my Mentor come and approaches me. We have a little chat about work, and our future life plan. It happened that my Mentor planning to resign from his current post and move on. I’m a bit disturbed by his statement. He’s not sure when, but soon. Why? He’s planning to raise his kid in a better environment of education and he chose not to do that in this country. He’s planning to migrate to one of the Europe country and settle down there. Respect him for his decision. Man of the family need to think the best for his family.<br /><br />Believe it or not, everyday you learn something new. Normally, I will do what I can to get what I want or plan (in a positive way of course). In this case, usually I will pursue him/other people to reconsider his plan. Maybe not really give an impact but at least I try. But I’m not. Learn to let go, and accept it what it is. Try to respect other people decision. Hard but trying to adapt it.<br /><br />“What about you? What is your future plan?”<br /><br />Magic question pop up from his mouth. If this question asked to me a few months before, I’m sure what to answer. All in the calculation. The math is done. But after a few incidents, I’m not really sure now. What cross my mind that time was like Nickelback song’s “Rockstar”. Damm, I wish can be like that. Yeah wish… The question haunted me all day. Currently I drive my life more like “The Way I Live” by Baby Boy + “Fake it” from Seether. Not really similar but something like that. Just enjoy the life the way I suppose to. But until now I still can’t made up my mind on the new plan. However, 1 thing for sure, is to gain wealth. Just like Akon stated in “Sweetest Girl”, “Cash rules everything around me”. True is it?<br /><br />Did I mention before bout my childhood friend suffered from cancer at the age of 25 years old. Well, he is on his final treatment now. A damm heavy Chemotherapy. . Got his text yesterday.<br /><br />“Gile bro, mmg kimo ni paling power dlm dunia.Muke gua rase bengkak.Gusi berdenyut mcm nak pecah.Mata gua merah cam darah.Perghh, panas nak mampos. Doakan gua slamat bro”<br /><br />Without I realized it, there is some sort of liquid coming out of my eyes. A bit sad after reading his text. I’m not sure how many times he done his chemo and he suffer, impact of the treatment. .According to him, this is the last treatment. He looks healthy but, it was his faith. At that moment, “Ungu-SyurgaMu” was the melody that crosses my mind. Brother, my prayer, always with you. Sedih sial gua…<br /><br />Actually, now it is 7.00 a.m. and in the middle of compiling document for my client. Awal gile beb! Heh, not sleep yet and today is Sunday. Can’t sleep actually coz I already overdose sleeping during the day. Saturday is time to take a good rest right?.<br />I’m running out of cigarettes. Need to buy a pack and have my breakfast. Mane aku nak breakfast nih…. “Jalan-jalan cari makan”.</div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10548932.post-65234504529892573862007-11-16T14:31:00.000+08:002007-12-18T03:54:46.967+08:00"Sis"<div style="text-align: justify;">it's 2a.m in the morning.where am i? ln a cold room.damm cold.i still can hear the sound of the air rushing in, in every angle of the room.infront of me, there is a black stainless steel line made of lockers. All those metal lockers were full with machines that have a lot of blinking lights.always blinking. 24 hours a day.7 days a week. same goes behind me. i'm surrounded by them. probally all my housemate having fun, sleeping , enjoying the comfort of thier bed at our new house while i'm stuck here.that's right. i'm in the server room waiting for greenlight from the other team saying that everything is ok.why am i here? working. there is a migration activity that can't be done during day light and i'm the engineer incharge. right now, i'm tired.so, while waiting for the signal, unlocked my pda and start writing.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhpGYFCCckt3nJMwJ2CFyf7Bljn47NeRhBE4Ad3lqtu2R4-yaz5whUji5dNYNl-LI4cU1_xT_VrzFuoS04fGwhbGaIE5Dj8oBiO6TbQpP420K_RCMxlwGZ-RGkbPG6T8URw8d1w/s1600-h/aGAmBaR003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhpGYFCCckt3nJMwJ2CFyf7Bljn47NeRhBE4Ad3lqtu2R4-yaz5whUji5dNYNl-LI4cU1_xT_VrzFuoS04fGwhbGaIE5Dj8oBiO6TbQpP420K_RCMxlwGZ-RGkbPG6T8URw8d1w/s320/aGAmBaR003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133325111165306226" border="0" /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stainless steel line<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">this week my sleep is not really a good one. been disturb a bit.last 2 nights, my parent woke me up at 3a.m, asked me to check on the date they picked for my sister wedding in islamic month. yeah man.my sis getting married and it was the 1st marriage in our family.l think that's why my parent get so nervous. well, 1 by 1 people that i know getting married. it,s like they take turn and the duration gap is small.maybe because at my age now, it's time for people 2 have a family.<br /><br />Got text msg come in.<br /><br />"there is some bugs and we trying to fix it.may take sometime.sorry for delay"<br /><br />Aiyaa....got bugs some more. seem like it going to be a looooong night.<br /><br />where was i? aa, marriage. my sister future husband work same workplace as she used to.the company has a policy saying that no 'intimate relationship' among staff(something like that). unfortunately, my sister housemate + bestfriend since highschool+ officemate was one of the HR management team. So,for almost 3 years my sister kept a secret about her love relationship even from her housemate until my sis jump 2 another company.<br /><br />Well,for my sis, i respect the 'don't wanna friend carried the burden' attidude and as for her housemate, i give a credit for a commitment to work(as far as i know,she quite a strict person) but where the love goes? Maybe not all women but, that what i dont understand women.For guys, this thing is only a small matter. 'Bole cerita punya'. Gentleman talk and issue solve!<br /><br />Another text message coming in.<br /><br />'The apps working fine and already tested by the testing team.It ready for final stage' .<br /><br />Pause! got to work. to be continue....<br /><br /><br />After been in the data centre for 10 hours (6pm - 4am), having nasi kandar as my late supper @ Pelita restaurant ampang, now, i'm lying on my cozy bed. Already request for morning leave. Not because of the late duty but has to manage some issue that belong to my sis. Her car got hit by a lorry. So tomorrow have to bring her to the workshop + meet the lorry's driver. Hopefully everything goes fine coz accident is really a headache. Well it's time to sleep. Adios!</div>vCokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17919547331437046746noreply@blogger.com0