<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697</id><updated>2012-01-09T10:03:31.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? What? Oh I See...</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is created because I can't get into sites which are non-work related during office hours. The IT people blocked it (Damn it!!!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-2048486168814454907</id><published>2011-07-20T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:06:06.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell???</title><content type='html'>This afternoon when i was walking to megan phileo, there was this taxi driver stopped me and hand to me his handphone. I was like, what the hell??? Anyway then he said " tolong..tolong saya. Cakap sama ini orang saya mahu pergi KLIA. Saya mau duit saya" again i was like, what the hell??? But then he told me he cant speak english. So i was  oh..ok. So i took the phone and started to talk. By the way the guy in the phone is an african:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hello.. This taxi driver asked me to tell u he wants his money and he wants to go to klia. He doesnt kno how to speak english.&lt;br /&gt;Africano: bla bla blaaa what?? (tht what i heard)&lt;br /&gt;Me: dude this taxi driver wants his money la.&lt;br /&gt;Africano: where r u?&lt;br /&gt;Me: in front of osk bank at the taxi stand.&lt;br /&gt;Africano: where?&lt;br /&gt;Me: in front of osk bank building!&lt;br /&gt;Africano: where??&lt;br /&gt;me: ehhh fucker u just pay laa this taxi driver what u owe him!!! ( i started to get pissed)&lt;br /&gt;Africano: where???&lt;br /&gt;Me: heyy african ass hole cant u hear what i just said???&lt;br /&gt;Africano: oh ok ok i see u.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (how the hell hes here???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was abit agitated when i saw him from far walking towards us. Six footer at least! Whatever happen im doing it for my country men. Ehh pakcik.. Apa apa hal u back up saya tau! That what i told the taxi driver. As the african guy approached near us i saw he was smiling. Oh...okkk. What a relief! Anyway he said thanks to me and i walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale: when u want to curse someone on the phone make sure hes not near by and deaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-2048486168814454907?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/2048486168814454907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=2048486168814454907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/2048486168814454907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/2048486168814454907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-hell.html' title='What the hell???'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-3525000686274700223</id><published>2011-07-05T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:22:45.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th anniversary</title><content type='html'>Recently was our 11th anniversary. I wrote a poem to my wife. It was a reply of a poem she wrote to me when she was 16 years old. Yup2!!! i know i know...it was long time ago and only now i reply??? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I framed both of the poems and gave them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hers to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TO: YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN DAYS ARE LONG AND HOURS STRETCH&lt;br /&gt;A DAY THAT MAKES ME FEEL SO WRETCHED&lt;br /&gt;I SIT BACK AND I THINK OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;BLOCKING MY RUNNING NOSE WITH A TISSUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A STUPID POEM, YES THIS IS&lt;br /&gt;TO TELL THIS PERSON HOW I TRULY MISS&lt;br /&gt;HIM WHEN I THINK OF ALL THOSE TIMES&lt;br /&gt;HE SAT WITH ME THRU RONES AND RHINES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH HE SAT WITH ME RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;TO COMFORT ME TO ASK ME HOW&lt;br /&gt;I AM AND WHAT I'M FEELING&lt;br /&gt;OH, HOW WRETCHED AND BORED I FEEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I THINK OF YOU WAY OVER THERE&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MORE THAN I CAN BEAR&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I'M WAY OVER HERE WITHOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;BLOWING MY NOSE IN A TISSUE&lt;br /&gt;OH WHAT A STUPID POEM THIS IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT, SWEET DREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To: You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by and days are slight&lt;br /&gt;Life is hectic and everything is tight&lt;br /&gt;A lot of work and everything is due&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my mind I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to miss me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to feel wretched&lt;br /&gt;Because you already have me&lt;br /&gt;As your husband to share your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known you most of my life&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for being my wife&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I will come back to you&lt;br /&gt;To love you more and the children too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be alone again&lt;br /&gt;Blowing your running nose in pain&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. I'm not good in writing like you&lt;br /&gt;But I can always hand you the tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me your love light&lt;br /&gt;Over the beautiful 11 years full of bright&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I ever hurt you before which I might&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much and see you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-3525000686274700223?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/3525000686274700223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=3525000686274700223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/3525000686274700223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/3525000686274700223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2011/07/11th-anniversary.html' title='11th anniversary'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-2367032832176424278</id><published>2011-07-05T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:01:32.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a year so far...</title><content type='html'>It has been quite sometimes since the last time i wrote. This year so far my life was not really pleasant.  I wish i could turn back time and change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did'nt get my promotion early this year. The boss scared that if he promote me then i will have my own portfolio and i won't be working under him anymore. He needs me to run his portfolio. Bummerrr... Morale: Don't show that u are smart. Then u will stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In march my dad passed away. He was 83 years old. When he was alive i kept on delaying things that he wanted me to do. And now when hes gone, i feel so damn guilty and regret for not fufilling his request. Im so sorry dad... And i miss u so much! Morale: hey ass hole!!! Pls fulfill or hear what ur parents said. Sometimes u may not agree with what they say or want. But let me tell u... Most of the time they are right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks back i had an operation to remove kidney stone in my urinary tract. Ouchh... Morale: drink a lot of water. Like the doc said.. Dont be a camel, be a fish...WTF???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-2367032832176424278?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/2367032832176424278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=2367032832176424278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/2367032832176424278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/2367032832176424278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-year-so-far.html' title='What a year so far...'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-6228532961318001401</id><published>2009-04-10T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:54:18.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Good Smile</title><content type='html'>I'm wearing a braces now. Got it in last wednesday. Before I got it, I've read alot about it. And I also read about the comments given by the people who used to wear it and wearing it. This is my comments about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you spend the time and money to straighten your teeth, get at least two opinions, if possible, as a "sanity check." Orthodontists can vary in their treatment approach. If you don't like what one ortho says, get more opinions until you reach a consensus of opinion -- especially if extractions or jaw surgery may be involved. Consultations are usually free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, at first the ortho wanted to remove 4 of my molars. 2 above and another 2 below. After having a long discussion with him we had reached a consensus not to do the extraction and see first after 3 - 4 months of the treatment. If the teeth really need the space then the extraction will take place. For me that's fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after he put the braces on my teeth, actually i didnt feel any pain at all. I just feel abit uncomfortable like wearing a mouth guard. The ortho also fixed somethning on my teeth so that if i chew my upper teeth wont hit the lower braces.  Hey I thought this is not so bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few hours then it started... It's fucking painful as the teeth started to move! And when i want to eat i cant chew because of the stupid thing the dentist put on my teeth. Now i know why people wearing it loss alot of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after two days, the pain has lessen. I didn't eat that much for the past two days. During lunch hour, i could'nt care less and ordered a shish kebab. Sakit or not...don't care just eat! So this will continue for another two years. Such a long time to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-6228532961318001401?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/6228532961318001401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=6228532961318001401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/6228532961318001401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/6228532961318001401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2009/04/having-good-smile.html' title='Having a Good Smile'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-155786062259383450</id><published>2009-03-25T11:22:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:27:10.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Round Up</title><content type='html'>Since I didn't post anything in year 2008 due to my tight work schedule (ye ke?) and amazing after work life, here are some of events occurred during the period:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amani's 2nd Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmqeDa3GvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_5vNAkfXnXc/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmqeDa3GvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_5vNAkfXnXc/s200/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316968268378348274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmqnEsf8HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8AJEizKwRHs/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmqnEsf8HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8AJEizKwRHs/s200/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316968423339585650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Amani Got Chicken Pox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmrEKoUSUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7bW-y-ld6WY/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmrEKoUSUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7bW-y-ld6WY/s200/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316968923148863810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmrD-Q-dhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/187q0JPKPgg/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmrD-Q-dhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/187q0JPKPgg/s200/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316968919829739026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Amani's School Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmrjsHT50I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zNCghZad2K8/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmrjsHT50I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zNCghZad2K8/s200/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316969464713176898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmrjMRYj5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/T5A3zIFl5iY/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmrjMRYj5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/T5A3zIFl5iY/s200/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316969456165490578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Amani's First Bike Ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmsZdnWAFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oVO_ti4Aiew/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmsZdnWAFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oVO_ti4Aiew/s200/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316970388533936210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmsZGN7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t2q4Ut_DMfc/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmsZGN7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t2q4Ut_DMfc/s200/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316970382253316706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pangkor Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/Scms3EWLxyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F_2Ze6puu4U/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/Scms3EWLxyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F_2Ze6puu4U/s200/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316970897147152162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/Scms2sDYaKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uidtPv2Vbfw/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/Scms2sDYaKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uidtPv2Vbfw/s200/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316970890625837218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cameron Highland Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/Scmtehu66lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SMSpk8HjTBQ/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/Scmtehu66lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SMSpk8HjTBQ/s200/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316971575050431058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmtedsDbzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EUu93VaAqtM/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmtedsDbzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EUu93VaAqtM/s200/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316971573964664626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Office's Family Day Somewhere in Cherating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmuDIC_CYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nqyC0-O_6PA/s1600-h/Picture+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmuDIC_CYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nqyC0-O_6PA/s200/Picture+171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972203810425218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmuCirbfkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1drvPgTkuvo/s1600-h/Picture+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmuCirbfkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1drvPgTkuvo/s200/Picture+282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972193779514946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bought OMEGA SEAMASTER PLANET OCEAN FOR RM149.99..Priceless!! (ACTUAL RP RM10,500)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmwP0u-C_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/8T_2BCjb7PA/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmwP0u-C_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/8T_2BCjb7PA/s200/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316974620987755506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmwPfQQgFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jVIwrvuuJ5U/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmwPfQQgFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jVIwrvuuJ5U/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316974615221796946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-155786062259383450?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/155786062259383450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=155786062259383450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/155786062259383450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/155786062259383450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2009/03/2008-round-up.html' title='2008 Round Up'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/ScmqeDa3GvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_5vNAkfXnXc/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-8288782014412621924</id><published>2007-01-30T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:04:16.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goy Tel, A Series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>You know what… this is a hell month for me. First, the salary adjustment which I’ve been waiting for turn out to be an adjustment of 3% instead of 30% which me and my fellow colleagues have anticipated. Come on man…That can’t even cover the inflation! Second, my wife suddenly got pneumonia and was admitted into the hospital for 4 days. I didn’t know that pneumonia is contagious. So on the first day she was at the hospital, I brought my folks and my daughter to see her. When the doctor came into the room, he told us that this thing is contagious and quite dangerous especially to children and old people. There you go! Why the hell you didn’t tell me when you attended my wife earlier. Third, as my wife at the hospital, my daughter fall sick. Poor her…took her to see her pediatrician. The doc gave her some antibiotic, concerned if she got infected from her mummy. I didn’t get to sleep for 4 days and I tell you…When it came to giving medicine to that little girl, you can be deaf with her scream. Plus with her struggling and boneless maneuver, calming an angry bull seems very much easier. Fourth, the day someone had agreed to buy my car (cash some more), that was the day the car had an accident. I can’t believe it! And the fucking idiot who hit my car was fucking drunk when it happened. This kind of people should be stabbed on the chest, ripped it open, pull out the heart and give it to the dogs! Fifth, After the car was fixed, I trade in the car with a new car. The thing is, the auto market nowadays is not doing so well and I have to top up few thousands to settle the outstanding loan of the old car with the bank. The day I trade in my car and signed the agreement that was the day I received a call from someone saying that he wanted to buy the car (Also in cash plus cover the loan). There goes my money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the few thousands loss, things turn out to be ok. On top of the salary adjustment, we got the 5% yearly increment. Ok la…not too bad. My wife has fully recovered and my daughter too. The fucking drunk driver already taken care by the police and I hope things going to be better for me from now on. God bless me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everything happened for a reason. God works in mysterious ways. -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-8288782014412621924?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/8288782014412621924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=8288782014412621924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/8288782014412621924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/8288782014412621924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2007/01/goy-tel-series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='Goy Tel, A Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-5195751845741409417</id><published>2006-12-21T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:16:13.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lovely Amani...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo0rotf6sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Ur2ahzG2lE/s1600-h/CIMG0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010875459670371010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo0rotf6sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Ur2ahzG2lE/s200/CIMG0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaa...who folded me like this? You think I'm a curry puff? Waaaaaaaa... Waaaaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo2PItf6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NUQymDRrGhY/s1600-h/CIMG0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010877169067354850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo2PItf6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NUQymDRrGhY/s200/CIMG0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo..yo..Wassap??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo3botf6vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ID3Z8SQ0uv8/s1600-h/16032006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010878483327347442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo3botf6vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ID3Z8SQ0uv8/s200/16032006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey watcha lookin at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo4JItf6wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BxRYAr6NK5s/s1600-h/CIMG0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010879265011395330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo4JItf6wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BxRYAr6NK5s/s200/CIMG0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burrrrppp...I'm so full... zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo4qYtf6xI/AAAAAAAAABE/DmBLQmy9kE8/s1600-h/CIMG0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010879836242045714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo4qYtf6xI/AAAAAAAAABE/DmBLQmy9kE8/s200/CIMG0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the powerrrr!!! Burrrppp...I'm so full...zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo6G4tf6zI/AAAAAAAAABg/-qywGwd5KBU/s1600-h/CIMG0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010881425379945266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo6G4tf6zI/AAAAAAAAABg/-qywGwd5KBU/s200/CIMG0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv mummy and papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo7cItf60I/AAAAAAAAABs/BM8MDTf_FTI/s1600-h/02122006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010882889963793218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo7cItf60I/AAAAAAAAABs/BM8MDTf_FTI/s200/02122006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out! Peeping Jane...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-5195751845741409417?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/5195751845741409417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=5195751845741409417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/5195751845741409417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/5195751845741409417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-lovely-amani.html' title='My lovely Amani...'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULD8Qjiyd2c/RYo0rotf6sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Ur2ahzG2lE/s72-c/CIMG0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-6945956234386793399</id><published>2006-12-21T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:02:50.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembaga...</title><content type='html'>Pagi tadi semasa aku terjaga dari tidur, tangan kiriku tidak dapat diluruskan. Sakitnya tidak terperi pabila ku cuba jua untuk meluruskannya. Belakang ku terasa berdenyut-denyut. Waduh! Mengapa sakitnya? Di dalam keadaan yang masih separuh jaga, aku memaksa pemikiranku untuk kembali kepada apa yang telah berlaku malam tadi. Sedikit demi sedikit ia mula kembali kepada kepala hotak ku ni. Aku teringat aku didatangi oleh satu lembaga. Di kala itu aku sedang berbaring. Sepantas kilat lembaga itu telah menaiki tubuh ku lalu menghenyak-henyak tubuhku tanpa belas kasihan. Aku menjerit kesakitan! Aku merayu kepada lembaga itu supaya tidak melakukannya lagi. Sambil menggeleng-gelengkan kepalanya ia terus menghenyak diriku. Sedang aku dihenyak dengan begitu kuat oleh lembaga tersebut, aku terlihat matanya memandang ke dadaku. Dadaku yang tidak dialasi walau seurat benang tu diperhatikan oleh mata lembaga itu dengan tajamnya. Rupa-rupanya lembaga itu sedang memerhatikan putingku yang berwarna ala-ala merah jambu itu. Sepantas kilat, jari-jari yang berkuku panjang dan tajam telah mencengkam puting ku. Aku hanya mampu menjerit mengerang kesakitan... Tiba-tba pemikiran aku tersentak pabila azan subuh berkumandang. Aku bangun dari katil ku dengan penuh kesakitan. Ku toleh ke meja katil yang berada disebelahku. Pabila aku terpandang talipon kameraku, aku teringat yang aku sempat menangkap gambar lembaga tersebut di kala diseranginya. Jika anda tidak mempunyai semangat kuat di nasihatkan supaya tidak melihat gambar ini....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images20.fotki.com/v366/photos/1/1061871/4405417/21102006-vi.jpg?1166674367i"&gt;http://images20.fotki.com/v366/photos/1/1061871/4405417/21102006-vi.jpg?1166674367i&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/nazrihb/amani/21102006.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-6945956234386793399?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/6945956234386793399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=6945956234386793399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/6945956234386793399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/6945956234386793399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2006/12/lembaga.html' title='Lembaga...'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-6638448155596776145</id><published>2006-12-18T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:03:10.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 January 2006</title><content type='html'>Yup...13 January 2006. That is my appointment date. An appointment that I really don't look forward to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day during Ramadhan, while I was working, suddenly I can't seem to focus my eyes. Then my eye sight started to become blurry and followed by a numbness on the left side of my body. After that, it started. A bloody painfull headache! I was immediately brought to the nearest hospital. Later they did a CT Scan on my head and found a cyst. For a moment, all I can think was, there goes my head, will be cut open! The doctor advised me to see the neurologist as she can't do anything about it. After all she's just an MO. That night i can't sleep and was the longest night ever in my life. So the next day I went to see the neurologist. For about 15 to 20 minutes the neurologist kept on asking me with alot of questions and recorded all my answers in the computer. Then, she stopped and looked at me and said "You should not be worried. In my opinion, I don't think the cyst in your head is the cause of the headache. It may be already there since birth. The headache, the numbness and the blurry eye sight can be due to other reason such as low sugar level in the body as you were fasting" Thank God! Just to be at the safe side, she suggested to me to do an MRI and a date was set...13 January 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, thank to the God, I'm fine. But deep inside, a worry still attach...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-6638448155596776145?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/6638448155596776145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=6638448155596776145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/6638448155596776145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/6638448155596776145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2006/12/13-january-2006.html' title='13 January 2006'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-1619950635563761978</id><published>2006-12-18T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:56:46.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2006, What A Year...</title><content type='html'>Time went by without noticing it's already the end of year. 2006 has been quite a hectic year. I've been busting my ass instead of my balls (like I said earlier). The result... I went above my KPI this year. However, the bonus seems almost the same as last year! I don't know whether I should laugh or cry (Crying for not swinging my balls). Anyway, enough talking about work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Amani is almost 1 year old. Her birthday is coming next January. Me and my wife still don't have any idea of how we should celebrate it. A cake with a candle will end up smashed by her. Plus she still very young to appreciate it. Another toy for her? I don't think so. Her toys are every where in the house and I won't stand another kid song playing from the toys. "The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round" Can't stand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be we should just don't celebrate it. Just a wish of happy birthday and this will go on until she grown up. See what will happen after 7 years. If she ends up hating us later then we won't do it to her brother or sister. Haha... I guess I'm not that cruel. Plus to wait after 7 years to get another baby is not appropriate as I would have to finance his/her education even though I have retired later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you found this blog later Amani, Papa loves you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-1619950635563761978?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/1619950635563761978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=1619950635563761978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/1619950635563761978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/1619950635563761978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-2006-what-year.html' title='Year 2006, What A Year...'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-116312941377420222</id><published>2006-11-10T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:38:34.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROTON WAJA 1.6 (M) 2003 FOR SALE - RM35500</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/IMG_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/320/IMG_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/IMG_0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/IMG_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/320/IMG_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/320/IMG_0974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type: Proton Waja 1.6 Manual&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2003&lt;br /&gt;Color: Silver Metalic&lt;br /&gt;Mileage: 78000&lt;br /&gt;Audio System: Radio cassette and CD player with 6 CD changer.&lt;br /&gt;Additional features/accessories:&lt;br /&gt;1. Captor Alarm System&lt;br /&gt;2. Harzard triangle&lt;br /&gt;3. Tools and tray&lt;br /&gt;4. First aid kit&lt;br /&gt;5. Tip top serviced&lt;br /&gt;Contact: 012-2735774&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-116312941377420222?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/116312941377420222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=116312941377420222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/116312941377420222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/116312941377420222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2006/11/proton-waja-16-m-2003-for-sale-rm35500.html' title='PROTON WAJA 1.6 (M) 2003 FOR SALE - RM35500'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-115406989303901099</id><published>2006-07-28T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:20:16.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again!</title><content type='html'>I guess this is my 1st post for this year... For the past 6 months, I've been very bz and did'nt have any time at all to blogging. Not like yesteryear where my balls had to work very hard to swing back and forth while me myself blogging and chatting in the net. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the bz life, someone came into my life early this year. I fall for her since the first time I saw her. She's very beautiful. She's an angel. I still remember the first time I heard her lovely voice. It went into my ears and straight to my heart. May be this is what people call love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm bz, I will always make myself available for her. I can't seem to stop thinking about her. Not even a minute. I have her picture in my desktop. Everytime my colleagues passed by, I can see their eyes can't stop looking at my pc. Sometime I feel like the luckiest man in this world to have her, Amani, my love, my life, my daughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-115406989303901099?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/115406989303901099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=115406989303901099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/115406989303901099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/115406989303901099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again!'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-113400034628009927</id><published>2005-12-08T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:58:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelik Tapi Benar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Semalam petang aku ada company visit sekali lagi. Aku pon tak tau ler tiap kali ade company visit mesti ade insiden yang berlaku kat aku. Macam biasa aku dan opis mate aku pergi le ke tempat kejadian. Orang yang aku nak jumpa tu duk kat tingkat 6. Macam biasa aku dan opis mate aku pon berjalan menghala ke lif lobby. Ting! bunyi lif. Aku pon sambil berjalan tarus meluru masuk lif tu. Masa aku nak masuk tu aku tengok lif kosong. Aku memandang tegak ke dalam lif. Pabila aku melangkah je masuk aku rasa macam tak boleh nak masuk. Rasa macam kene sekat. Rupa-rupanya ada jaga nak keluar lif. Aku punyelah terkejut. Korang tau sebab apa aku tak nampak jaga tu. Jaga tu punyelah pendek! Tinggi takat dada aku je. Yang meng X-File kan aku ialah macamana masa aku nak masuk lif tu aku tengok lif tu kosong? Dalam sekelip mata aku berfikir dan aku gambarkan pemikiran otak aku seperti rajah di bawah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/lif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/320/lif.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/mata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/320/mata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jaga tu siap cium dada aku tu....Ceh!!! Masa dalam lif tu aku cakap laa kat opis mate aku yang aku memang tak nampak jaga tu sebab jaga tu giler pendek dan aku ingat lif tu kosong. Opis mate aku tanggap gelak dan termasuk lah orang-orang lain yang aku tak kenal yang masuk lif sekali ngan aku. Binawe betol!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moral: Lain kali kalau nak appoint Jaga carik laa Jaga yang tinggi sket!!! Mangkuk betol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-113400034628009927?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/113400034628009927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=113400034628009927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113400034628009927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113400034628009927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/12/pelik-tapi-benar.html' title='Pelik Tapi Benar'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-113220317269466448</id><published>2005-11-17T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T07:49:21.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haruman Semerbak</title><content type='html'>Ini adalah brand "ubat ketiak" atau body spray atau perfume yang aku pakai sejak kecik. Ini tidak bermaksud aku punye badan bau cam haram tapi aku ni adalah orang yang suka kepada kebersihan, kesucian dan kewangian. Kalau tak caye tanye bini aku...hehehe Aku bagitau kat korang ni untuk menjadikan iktibar kepada sesapa yang ketiak dia bau haram! Erti kate lain jaga laa sikit bau badan tuh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand dan jenis disusun mengikut penggunaan dan tumbesaran diri aku dan start dari kiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/rexona.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/rexona.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="43" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/rexona.0.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/Impulse.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="52" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/Impulse.1.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/Lynx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="36" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/Lynx.jpg" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/Brut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="60" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/Brut.jpg" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/gatsby.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="34" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/gatsby.0.gif" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/arrid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 33px" height="45" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/arrid.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/boss.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/boss.0.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/hugo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/hugo1.jpg" width="62" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/escape1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/escape1.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/ckB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/ckB.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/eternity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/eternity.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/issey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/issey.0.jpg" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/crave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="99" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/crave.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/contradiction.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/contradiction.0.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/summer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/summer.0.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Walau macamane pon aku suke ikut cakap mak aku. Sapu kapur campur asam limau kat ketiak dan kalau tengah mandi kumur2 dan luakkan kan belakang tangan dan sapukan kat ketiak. Kalau tak caye try lar... Buat masa mandi malam...Pagi besok dijamin oleh lever brothers ketiak korang takkan bau ape2. Natural jer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-113220317269466448?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/113220317269466448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=113220317269466448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113220317269466448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113220317269466448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/11/haruman-semerbak.html' title='Haruman Semerbak'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-113218694160147191</id><published>2005-11-17T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:26:30.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mat Rempit - Cautious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/dirt%20bike1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/320/dirt%20bike1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistic show that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 58% of 6223 people killed on the road last year were motorcyclists or pillion riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The majority of deaths involving bikers were due to head injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 30%-50% of motorcyclists do not wear helmets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are seven million motorcyclists in the country and the number increases by the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys please love yourself and don't hurt your love ones....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-113218694160147191?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/113218694160147191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=113218694160147191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113218694160147191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113218694160147191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/11/mat-rempit-cautious.html' title='Mat Rempit - Cautious!'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-113212234399892971</id><published>2005-11-16T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:30:12.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boss</title><content type='html'>Another boss came in last week! Now I have three bosses. Damn it! This shows how machai I am in this organization. On the first day he came in, I was the first person being called and without hesitation he assigned me some work to do. At the same time the 1st boss and the 2nd boss also did assign work to me. Ironically, boss number 3 report to boss number 2 and boss number 2 report to boss no1. I don't know what's going on but I believe there is some lack of coordination and may be miscommunication among the bosses because the work that was assigned to me kinda related to each other. Sometime one boss instruction can be contradict with the others. Hmm....Lucky me! Sometime after talking in the phone with one boss, as I put down the phone the phone started to ring again. The other boss called. I wonder why my other colleagues didn't get much attention as I am from the bosses... May be because I am Mr Goy Tel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-113212234399892971?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/113212234399892971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=113212234399892971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113212234399892971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113212234399892971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-boss.html' title='New Boss'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-113166798111093785</id><published>2005-11-11T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:34:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAR FOR SALE - RM45,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/23-10-05_1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/23-10-05_1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/23-10-05_1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/23-10-05_1146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/23-10-05_1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/23-10-05_1144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/23-10-05_1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/23-10-05_1143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/23-10-05_1142.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/23-10-05_1142.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type: Proton Waja 1.6 Manual&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2003&lt;br /&gt;Color: Silver Metalic&lt;br /&gt;Mileage: 55000&lt;br /&gt;Audio System: Radio cassette and CD player with 6 CD changer.&lt;br /&gt;Additional features/accessories:&lt;br /&gt;1. Captor Alarm System&lt;br /&gt;2. Harzard triangle&lt;br /&gt;3. Tools and tray&lt;br /&gt;4. First aid kit&lt;br /&gt;5. 100% service by Proton service center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contact: 012-2735774&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-113166798111093785?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113166798111093785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113166798111093785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/11/car-for-sale-rm45000.html' title='CAR FOR SALE - RM45,000'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-113089043861799197</id><published>2005-11-02T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:13:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of working before Hari Raya. Only two of us left in the office. Others already went back to their kampung. Thinking of watching a movie today...but have to make sure the line is clear first! It is confirmed that the second ultimate boss already went back to her kampong. Now to make sure the ultimate boss gone too. This is because if they are in, there is a possibility that they will go around the departments to wish everyone Hari Raya. Yeah... only during raya time they would try to show themselves as "employee friendly". Ok...today newspaper already came in. Time to read! hehehe.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-113089043861799197?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113089043861799197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113089043861799197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/11/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-113048859280107040</id><published>2005-10-28T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:36:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ekadmalaysia.net/modules/ecard/images/inhv69DsHpwWvaainazareenainazareen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ekadmalaysia.net/modules/ecard/images/inhv69DsHpwWvaainazareenainazareen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya is coming soon. I wonder why I don’t feel the excitement that much. The exciting part that I can think of is having a cup of coffee and smoke during the day. No preparation for Raya was done so far. No baju raya, no kasut raya, no anything. Except may be this weekend I’m going to clean my house, do some laundry and I think that’s all about it. No leave taken this year (Like I ever took any raya leave before). So only enjoying the public holiday given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for Raya still unknown. My in laws will be going to the Istana in the morning and probably me and my wife will be at our house in the morning. Come lar to our house at that time. Our house is in Cheras. Kalau terer cari lar…hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my friends, Selamat hari Raya and Maaf Zahir Batin (Ceh macam aku penah buat salah kat korang :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-113048859280107040?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113048859280107040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113048859280107040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/selamat-hari-raya-maaf-zahir-batin.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-113039211176503494</id><published>2005-10-27T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:10:05.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/p42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/320/p4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has his/her own phobia. Sometimes a phobia of one person may seem ridiculous to another. Whatever it is or how ridiculous it may seem, when you are phobia to a certain thing, you'll never care what people would or could have said to you. I guess I have my own phobia too. Firstly, I'm claustrophobic. Cannot get into a crowded lift or sitting at the back sit of a car or taking a crowded bus... Everytime it comes, the heart starts beating faster, sweats come out and the body starts shaking. Then, the brain stop functioning and all the senses in the body become malfunction. Secondly, I'm sacred of height. Usually I would avoid myself being on high places. Lastly, the dumbest phobia which I have is I'm scared of making calls to anyone who I don't know. If it's a personal calls, I don't have any problem but when it comes to work related calls, the heart starts beating faster, the brain not working properly etc. Usually I would write down what I want to say. Suddenly if the person corner me, then I will blank and don't know what to say. So sad...The weird thing is if I received the calls, no problem! This thing came into my life not long ago. I think since 3 to 4 years back. May be I need more practice calling people or may be a good slap on the face should do it (Tried but not working)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-113039211176503494?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113039211176503494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113039211176503494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/phobia.html' title='Phobia'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-113028625460891367</id><published>2005-10-26T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:27:50.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus!</title><content type='html'>Hey...hey...one month advance bonus for me. Hehehe...Ok what... the remaining of the bonus hopefully will come in December. However the happiness of having the extra money was enjoyed only for a spilt second. Can see but cannot touch! In other words, I only saw the numbers in Maybank2u. On the same day the money was in, most of the outstandings were settled. Still there are few more left. So back to square one. No money! :( May be I should enter any competiton. Currently there are two that have been identified. One is Maxis Kira Bola and the other one is Kotex celebrate, count &amp;amp; win contest. The thing is the Kotex contest requires the outer packaging as proof of purchase. My wife only has the old version of the cover. I asked my colleagues and they seem quite shy in revealing what brand they are using. The closing date is at the end of this month. Time is running out. later I'm goin to buy myself a pack. Grand prize is a Perodua Myvi my friend...Sapa tak mau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-113028625460891367?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/113028625460891367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=113028625460891367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113028625460891367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113028625460891367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/bonus.html' title='Bonus!'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-113011340670653367</id><published>2005-10-24T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T08:23:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umpama Mimpi Dalam Mimpi</title><content type='html'>Hmm…aku nak mintak maaf untuk post aku yang sebelum ni yang bersifat panas dan ganas. Kata-kata aku mungkin agak kesat. Nak buat cam ner... mase aku tulih tu aku tengah panas. Sori...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah...hari ni aku nak cerita pasal mimpi. Bagi aku mimpi ni hanyalah mainan otak. Kekadang best kekadang tak best. Macam hujung minggu hari tu, aku telah banyak memenuhi masa aku dengan tido. Asyik tido je. Ntah sah ke dak aku nyer puasa. Pas tu bebagun je tido aku terus minum hot chocolate. Pas tu aku tengok jam...Cheh! Baru pukul 620 petang! Alamak... Aku dah terbuka posa. Frust giler aku... Pas tu aku terjaga. Lar mimpi rupenye. Lega hatiku. Aku tengok jam baru pukul 405 petang. Tapi yang peliknyer, aku ade terase rase hot chocolate tu kat dalam mulut aku. Musykil aku. Adakah betol aku terminum atau itu hanyalah mainan air liur basi aku? Lepas tu aku rase perut aku macam meragam je. Ape lagik berlari lar aku ke bilik air sambil pening-pening sebab baru bangun tido. Masa aku duduk kat jamban tu aku teringat zaman mase aku kecik-kecik dulu. Aku balik sekolah jalan kaki. Boleh tahan jugak lar jauhnya sekolah aku ke rumah. Satu hari tu aku sakit perut. Aku memang tak suka berak kat sekolah sebab tandasnye kotor nak mampos. So aku pon jalan je la cecepat balik ke rumah. Masa dah nak sampai rumah aku tu aku rase dalam perut aku berkocak-kocak. Aku pon berlari lar. Mase tu hati aku rase macam lega dan gembira sikit sebab dah nak sampai rumah dah. Bila sampai je kat pintu pagar, Cilakak!!!! Pintu pagar kunci! Aku pun tanpa buang mase tanggalkan beg galas aku dan campakkan kat dalam pagar. Ape lagi aku pun panjat la pagar tu. Mase aku tengah mengangkat kaki aku untuk melagkau pagar tu, tetiba aku rase ade benda terkeluar. Aduh... nikmat dan panas je... Nampaknyer aku telah tercirit dalam seluar akhirnye. Aku pon masuk rumah. Mak aku punye lar marah ngan aku mase tu. Dia kata dah besar pon berak dalam seluar lagi. Besar tak besar mase tu aku darjah 4. Hehehe umur dah sepuluh tahun tu. Anyway bak kata orang malang tak berbau. So balik kepada cerite aku tgh berak weekend hari tu. So lepas aku teringat kisah silam tu aku pon cebok... Lar habih tu takkan lepas berak tak cebok kot. Mende lar lu orang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-113011340670653367?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/113011340670653367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=113011340670653367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113011340670653367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/113011340670653367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/umpama-mimpi-dalam-mimpi.html' title='Umpama Mimpi Dalam Mimpi'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112987130592903186</id><published>2005-10-21T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:54:18.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fatihah</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a friend funeral. It was sad to see the husband crying for the lost of his beloved wife which occurred so sudden. My friend who was two months pregnant passed away yesterday afternoon on the way to the hospital after she collapsed in the office. She leaves behind two daughters, both are still very young. One is six and the other one is three years old. The cause of death is unknown since the mother won't let the doctor to do any post mortem on her. I think the saddest part would be for the husband to explain to his children what had happened to their mother. Questions like "Why mama sleeping so long?" or "Why people are crying?" or "Why mama is being covered with clothes?" or "Where mama had gone?" would probably the questions he will hear. Very sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take this opportunity to tell my wife that I love her so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112987130592903186?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112987130592903186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112987130592903186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112987130592903186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112987130592903186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/al-fatihah.html' title='Al-Fatihah'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112969885627555797</id><published>2005-10-19T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:26:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panasnyer hatiku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.soulcare.org/images/Face-Angry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.soulcare.org/images/Face-Angry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang benci betul kalau ada orang yang sebok-sebok bila boss tak de. Macam lahanat!!! Terutama sekiranya disebabkan kesebokan orang-orang ni aku pulak terjebak. Terjebak? Terjebak apa korang tanya? Terjebak kene buat kerja extra laa... ape lagi! Aku ni bab-bab kene buat kerja extra ni memang sensitive!!! Mesti lar kene sensitive. Kalau tak habis lar kepala hotak aku ni kene pijak! Korang mesti cas aku ni pemalas dan berat tulang. Ahhh!!! Pedulik apa aku korang nak pikir apa... Korang kena ingat. Kerja lebih tapi duit satu sen pun tak pernah bagi lebih. Pehal?!!! Ok balik kepada orang-orang yang sebok ni. Aku ingat satu hari nanti nak bawak kat opis aku ni ubat julap. Sesapa je yang menyebok dan menyusahkan aku...aku buh ubat tu kat dalam air kopi atau teh dorang. Tak dilupakan air milo jugak. Baru padan muke! Haa ambik ko cirit terberak-terberak. Ini je cara nak ajar orang yang macamni. Panas betol hati ku ini.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112969885627555797?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112969885627555797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112969885627555797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112969885627555797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112969885627555797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/panasnyer-hatiku.html' title='Panasnyer hatiku...'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112968176714512375</id><published>2005-10-19T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:29:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money...Money!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the atm to withdraw some money. After I selected balance inquiry option, the screen showed "Your balance: RM1.27" Damn it! And when I turned around, there was this lady standing behind me waiting for her turn. I think she saw my balance. Double damn it! I guess there is no privacy for people using the atm machine. Only few places where they have a glass room which gives some privacy to the users. In my opinion this glass room concept should be applied to all the atm machine. Besides giving some privacy to the users, it also provides shelter from rain and the sun (for atm machine located outside a building). On top of that, security features should be included along with the glass room such as, a security phone, camera, bullet proof glass, a lock at the door etc. Banks should think about protecting the users too and not only the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I guess this issue won't come out if I have money in my account hehehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112968176714512375?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112968176714512375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112968176714512375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112968176714512375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112968176714512375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/money-money-moneymoney.html' title='Money, Money, Money...Money!'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112950822796089504</id><published>2005-10-17T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:52:36.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/smiley17_snarl1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/320/smiley17_snarl1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mood is at the lowest point. I don't feel like doing a single work, I feel like smacking everyone in my office and I wish I can go home and sleep. Monday blues! Stupid Monday! I hate Monday! Two days off a week is not enough. Sometime I wish I work two days a week. No... Correction! I wish I don't have to go to work at all! Yup! that's the rite wish. And...and...even though I'm not working, there will always cash available in the account. Just go to the atm, press few buttons and wallaahh!!! kaching!!! money come out. I WISH!!! Hey wake up man! Its not going to happen. Wait a minute...hahahahaha I just received a good news. My boss won't be in today. She has to go to the hospital because her daughter has an apendic (Hiya! how to spell?) . Hehe...Yup! you can say that I'm a terrible person. I guess I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112950822796089504?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112950822796089504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112950822796089504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112950822796089504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112950822796089504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/grrr.html' title='Grrr...'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112910743731923228</id><published>2005-10-12T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:19:56.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/4%20mth%20%20%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/4%20mth%20%20%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/4%20mth%20%20%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... hey... it's a girl! Finally we know the gender. I guess with a daughter comes greater responsibilities. As a father to a daughther, the responsibilities will not end until the father gives away his daughter's hand to her future husband. Even though my daughter is still in her mother's womb, the protective feeling over her already started growing in me. Can you imagine, a daughter who you have taken care since she was born, where you have cherished her with lots of love, where you would kill and curse a small mosquito for biting her, at the end of the day, you who is the only man in her life would fall second after her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I'm afraid that I would be over protective and she'll end up hating me. I dunno... I guess most fathers would feel this way when they have or going to have a daughter :) That includes my father in law hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112910743731923228?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112910743731923228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112910743731923228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112910743731923228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112910743731923228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/girl.html' title='A girl...'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112901060321575361</id><published>2005-10-11T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:11:26.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawatan ke kilang...</title><content type='html'>Hari ni aku ade company visit kat satu kilang. Pepagi kul 830 pagi kita orang dah bertolak. Aku, bossku dan dua ofis mate aku. Kilang tu dekat Negeri Sembilan je so perjalanan tu ambik mase dalam 45 minit sahaja untuk sampai. Trip pegi sana boleh dikatakan bosan. Aku cam biase tengok luar kereta dan mendiamkan diri. Sampai je kilang, ade sorang pompuan ni datang sambut kita orang. Aku tengok perut dia besar terboyot-boyot. Kesian pulak. Tu laaa dulu mase main tak ingat akibat...hehehe. Anyway, kita orang pon di bawa ke presentation room. Kat situ ade lar dalam 4 ke 5 orang lagi dah tunggu untuk buat presentation. Aku cam biase, mata kuyu je. Ngantuk babe! Pas tu tetiba sedang aku asyik layan kepala ngantuk aku, terbau bau haram. Ceh! Sape pulak melepas ni? Aku syak member aku punye angkara tapi dengan memek muka dia yang macam tak bau pape tu menimbulkan syak wasangka aku kepada boss aku. Boss aku memang muke pecah rumah punye. Kalau tak kentut pon orang kata dia kentut. hehehe Hmm...memandangkan aku tak bleh pegi memane so terpakse laa aku sedut udara yang nyaman tu.&lt;br /&gt;Pas sesi diskusi tu, kita orang pun pegi lar lawat kilang. Kilang dia kecik je. Tapi aku tengok mat mat kilang kat situ tekun je keje. Eleh tu kalau tak sebab CEO nak lawat mesti duk melepak kat belakang bangunan korek hidung sambil hisap rokok. Ok lar boleh tahan kilang dia. Boleh lar nak hidup. Pas tu... Three! Oooo!! Sedap je baca yek. Boss korang tak cukup bagi keje ke? Dah pegi sambung buat keje!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112901060321575361?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112901060321575361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112901060321575361&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112901060321575361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112901060321575361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/lawatan-ke-kilang.html' title='Lawatan ke kilang...'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112892055225437574</id><published>2005-10-10T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:18:13.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock Not Moving!</title><content type='html'>Well, since the fasting month started, time has been moving so slow for me. Sometime I thought I had surfed almost all the websites in the internet but when I glanced at my watch, damn it, only 10 minutes gone! How the hell it happened? Time is sort of frozen. Not frozen lar but moving so slow that it seem like Steve Austin from Six Million Dollar Man running or like you are trying to run from a ghost or monster in your dream and your legs kinda not responding to your brain instruction! Not only that, the eyes feel so heavy too. So heavy that you would not care even if there is a bare stinky butt beside your face. The thing is the eyes would suddenly feel fresh during the usual lunch time. This is the time most of the people in the office would take a nap. How the hell my boss would see me doing my work then?! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112892055225437574?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112892055225437574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112892055225437574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112892055225437574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112892055225437574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/clock-not-moving.html' title='Clock Not Moving!'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112832951296129539</id><published>2005-10-03T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:09:41.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Wednesday and Friday! Hip...Hip..Horay!</title><content type='html'>I guess Monday, Wednesday and Friday are the best days of the week. On these days my immediate boss will only be in for half day. Usually I would use these days to have long lunch break. Around 12.15 pm I would stretch my neck and peek to my boss's cluster. At this time, usually she will take out her make-up kit and do her face. At 12.20pm she would go to the ladies (Probably do her business). 12.30 pm...yes!!! This is the sacred time for me. This is the time where she would grab her bag and walk out of the office. Horay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sweet Wednesday afternoon, as usual I was so happy walking to the lift. It was 12.35 pm. Ting! Going Down! I rushed into the lift and it was empty. I still remembered I was singing "Have a nice day" (Bon jovi song). As the lift door was about to close, an ugly hand slipped between the door. Damn it!The door automatically opened there you go...standing in front of me... A lady cleaner! Hehe... So you think I was caught by my boss? Common lar...This is Mr Goy Tel talking here. hehe not until the lift reached 3rd floor! My boss got in and asked where am i going. So I told her that I have an emergency and had to go to the bank. I asked her where she went just now and she said "To the library"... Oh I see....from that day on I know the stupid library is in the 3rd floor! Haha...happy hour must go on my friend. Gosh when will I learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112832951296129539?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112832951296129539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112832951296129539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112832951296129539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112832951296129539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-wednesday-and-friday.html' title='Monday, Wednesday and Friday! Hip...Hip..Horay!'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112830974721629935</id><published>2005-10-03T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:22:27.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big boss...</title><content type='html'>Hari ni aku nak cerite kat korang pasal big boss aku. Dua minggu lepas office aku kene renovate dan staff2 kat dalam office ni kene reshuffle kedudukannya. Malang tak berbau, aku kene pindah bebetul depan bilik Big Boss. Big Boss aku ni suara kuat giler! Kalau cakap tu bunyi macam harimau nak mengawan. Rupa boleh tahan brutal. Kepala semi botak dan berkumis tebal ala-ala nipis. Kalau marah, suka atau biase ke, muka dia mesti tersengeh. Ini membuatkan aku dan kekawan aku kat office ni agak konpius. Setakat ni aku memang jarang berurusan dengan Big Boss aku. So kalau selisih dengan aku mesti usha aku macam nak belasah je. Nampak macam tak suka aku je. Mungkin dia jeles kat aku sebab aku terer goyang telor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway aku penah kantoi dia kat bilik air. Dua kali satu hari tu aku kantoi! Kali kedua aku kantoi dia, dia cepat-cepat gerak dari bilik air tu. Korang nak tau aku kantoi dia buat apa? Dia sikat rambut!!! laaaaa habih tu korang ingat buat mende???? Dahhhh pegi sambung buat keje!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112830974721629935?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112830974721629935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112830974721629935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112830974721629935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112830974721629935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/10/big-boss.html' title='Big boss...'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112805335669578282</id><published>2005-09-30T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T07:49:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat's Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/munchy4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/200/munchy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/4%20mth%20%20%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4745/1659/1600/4%20mth%20%20%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow! Meow! Meow! Munchy is the name. A white mixed Siamese cat which was adopted from SPCA when he was 8 months old. Sometime I wonder how it feels to be this cat. Life seems so simple and no complication. Sleep, eat, shit, loitering, etc. It seems kinda fun. Free, no commitments, no obligation, no need to work etc. However when I think back and look carefully, it's not fun at all. Firstly, I guess female cats are not interested in him since he has no balls, secondly he can't swing his balls when he's not doing anything like I enjoy doing during office hour hehe...(He was already castrate when I adopted him). Thirdly, the alley cats like to attack him. Sometimes he will come back home with scratch marks and cuts all over his body. Few times his ass was bleeding. I wonder... May be the other cats thought he's a female cat and raped him. Poor Munchy. Everytime he has deep cuts on his body, my wife will take him to the vet. Due to the circumstance, me and my wife have decided not to let him out of the house if we are not at home or during night time. His outing period usually in the evening when I got home from work and during weekends. Sometime during the night, he was like begging us and scratching the door wanting to go out. Poor cat... I wonder. Are we too protective of our cat? Should we leave it as it is? Are we taking away his freedom? I did talk to him and told him why we can't let him out but I guess in his mind is just blablabla...bla...blaaaa.........bla! hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112805335669578282?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112805335669578282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112805335669578282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112805335669578282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112805335669578282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/09/cats-meow.html' title='The Cat&apos;s Meow'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17256697.post-112798227345231756</id><published>2005-09-29T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T07:48:58.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>Personally, I guess I'm a generous person but i did wait for the mamak to get the change for my 10 cent balance, I'm a smart person but I did ask a lady sitting in the front office with a signage "RECEPTION"..."R u a receptionist?", I'm a brave person but my arm pit will get sweaty and my knees will start to shake when I'm on high places, I'm an honest person but I did cheat in the exams, I'm a hard working person but almost fall from my chair when my boss woke me up and my pocket is deep but with holes in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work wise, currently I'm attached to an investment company. The work description and job scope sound very dynamic but most of the time I'll be swinging my two beloved balls. Newspapers and internet have become my good buddies. The pay is reasonable. Bonus around 3 to 4 months a year. Other benefit in kind like medical, housing loan, car loan etc. So what else do you want???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's a little bit about me... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17256697-112798227345231756?l=huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/feeds/112798227345231756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17256697&amp;postID=112798227345231756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112798227345231756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17256697/posts/default/112798227345231756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huhwhatohisee.blogspot.com/2005/09/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Mr Goy Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011523417989649859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
