<?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-12719024</id><updated>2011-08-25T09:55:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a boring 23 year old Malaysian day dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'>General happenings, ramblings, opinions and thoughts of a boring 23 year old boy. Day dreamer. Sitting up sleeper. Over emotional and sensitive kiddo. A non-stop talker when you get me started. Quiet and shy little boy if you didn't know better. Overly loud and noisy thick skinned egoist when you do. Reality TV buff. MSN addict. Chronic sports junky. Food lover. Animal lover who adores golden retrievers and silky terriers. Wannabe alcoholic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-114441135934298316</id><published>2006-04-07T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:02:39.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very fine month and a great birthday....</title><content type='html'>To those that do not know, I turned 23 recently. I had a tremendous celebration. I practically celebrated my birthday for 3-4 consecutive nights. On Friday night, I had an awesome dinner in Prego, Westin. The meal was great, the service was very good and to cap it all of; the company was perfect. Prego, Westin is definitely my favourite Italian restaurant by a mile. The food is absolutely brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a great dinner, I went to Jues' house for a mini drinking session. We ended up playing a drinking game which was OBVIOUSLY chosen to make me drink more. All thanks to Lok. Although a bit tipsy, I was still quite sober although I had to lay down awhile before driving. It was definitely a great time spent with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to KLCC and MidValley in the afternoon for fun. I went to New Paris SS2 with my usual group of friends for dinner where I treated them to a simple dinner. Then we adjourned to Breakers for a couple rounds of pool. I thank my friends for giving me face and turning up on the eve of my birthday and for spending time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the actual day itself, I went to 1U during lunch time to have lunch with Akmal, May Yee and Wen Hsi. At night I of course had dinner with my family in Iketeru, Hilton Sentral. After dinner I went down to Jalan Imbi for beef noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, went for training but at night I went for a tour of Subang. Haha... I went to Sunway then Taipan and then back to SS 15. On Tuesday night, I went for dinner in Lobsterman with my colleagues and then for drinks with them in Slippery Senoritas. My colleagues bought me a flaming, a shot of JD, a shot of strawberry something and some licorice thing (semboka) or something like that. I also had several glasses of whisky. Thankfully I was still sober in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was probably my best and favourite birthday ever because I managed to celebrate it with lots of different people. But to be honest, there is someone incredibly special that made this birthday even better. Someone who spent nearly everyday with me throughout that period of time. Someone who really made me super happy during this period of time. Someone who touched my heart with her sweet words. Someone who never fails to amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-114441135934298316?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/114441135934298316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=114441135934298316&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114441135934298316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114441135934298316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-fine-month-and-great-birthday.html' title='A very fine month and a great birthday....'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-114338696348752995</id><published>2006-03-26T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:41:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like yesterday.....</title><content type='html'>It feels like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;That we went to high school,&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the embarassement,&lt;br /&gt;Of wearing shorts on the first day of school;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;That we joined the Leo Club,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the love we had,&lt;br /&gt;For the club we supported;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;That we had our Leo forums,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the tears I shed,&lt;br /&gt;And the support I had from my friends;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I went to APIIT,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the friends I made,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm grateful they're still around;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;That we stayed up till the wee hours,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the stress we went through,&lt;br /&gt;And also the fun we had;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;That I went for my first interview,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the nervousness,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that's over;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;That I went in for my first day,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the weird glances I got,&lt;br /&gt;And nowthose glances have become smiles;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;That I met you,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the smile you wore on your face,&lt;br /&gt;And it amazes me that it's still always there;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;That my heart couldn't stop smiling,&lt;br /&gt;But wait,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Its everyday now since the day I met you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-114338696348752995?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/114338696348752995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=114338696348752995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114338696348752995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114338696348752995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-feels-like-yesterday.html' title='It feels like yesterday.....'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-114235639396904742</id><published>2006-03-14T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:13:16.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things You May Not Know About Kevin...</title><content type='html'>Had some self reflection time and these are 10 things that you may or may not know about me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like girls with round faces. I went through all the girls that I've liked previously and I realised that most of them have round faces. Haha... I guess its cause I've always liked cute girls and I guess most cute girls have round faces?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I get emotional listening to the song 'First Love' by Utada Hikaru. This song meant a lot to me before and still does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have really low will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have REALLY low self-esteem although it doesn't show all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't stand incompetency. I just can't understand why some people can't use their common sense and think a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I find independance and competency on a girl a huge turn on. I just can't stand bimbo girls who always need help from guys. Stand up for yourself and prove it to the world you can do work. Rely on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm very loud especially around people I'm comfortable with or people that I know. But when it comes to strangers I tend to keep quiet a bit more. However, when it comes to the girl I'm interested in or some girl my friends are trying to intro to me; I get cold feet and become super quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've only ever told 2 people that I loved them and truly meant it. 1 of them being my "mui" who is in Tazmania now whom I love with all my heart as a younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm a pure pessimist. I always prefer to look at things on the worse side of things. I'm looking at the glass as half empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think the sound of the saxephone is just so romantic. I like Kenny G and I think instrumental hits with piano, guitar, violin and etc. rock as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-114235639396904742?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/114235639396904742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=114235639396904742&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114235639396904742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114235639396904742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-things-you-may-not-know-about-kevin.html' title='10 Things You May Not Know About Kevin...'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-114213975048137439</id><published>2006-03-12T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:02:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evaluate Me.....</title><content type='html'>I'm really bored with nothing better to do now so please don't blame me. Go evaluate me at the webbie below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?view=kevinleng"&gt;http://kevan.org/nohari?name=kevinleng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Read the instructions first pls. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-114213975048137439?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/114213975048137439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=114213975048137439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114213975048137439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114213975048137439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/03/evaluate-me.html' title='Evaluate Me.....'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-114141610306364753</id><published>2006-03-04T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T04:01:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of Long Lost Friends.....</title><content type='html'>I'm awake at 345 am on a Saturday EARLY morning because I got woken up by a SMS around 115 am and I can't seem to fall back asleep as yet. The good thing about waking up at this time is that I got to watch the results show of American Idol 5. So far so good, my early favourites are still in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really like being awake at this time because it gives me time to reflect. It gives me time to think, to remember my past and to ponder the future. As I was lying on my bed, it suddenly struck me that I awfully miss my "mui", Tze Yee. Its been awhile since I've spoken to her. I really do miss the times where we would just talk on the phone to catch up and all but those times seems like a moment in the past now. With our busy schedules and time zone differences we can't seem to find a suitable to talk to one another. I just tried calling her but I ended up waking her up at 630 am her time. Whooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continues to stare at my ceiling, I also thought of my friend who is a SIA air stewardess. At one point of time, we were fairly close but I've not seen her online or even spoken to her for ages now. She did drop me an e-mail during Christmas but I have yet to reply it. I will be sending her an e-mail shortly after this post to see how she's doing and all. Its amazing how 2 people who have not seen each other for ages now can still remain pretty close friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I just dropped a SMS to my friend Alicia in the US. Everytime she comes back we'll surely meet up and I think its safe to say that both of us really cherish our friendship and we appreciate each other being there. I have nothing but praises for her and I think she's definitely one of the best person that I've ever come upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about my friendships with these friends as well as many others is that they are totally platonic relationships. These are true friendships that I would never want to change anything about them. I've realised that in my life and probably in most people's lives, we will have many friends who won't be around us physically but I feel that the bond between true friends will never die no matter how far apart they are physically. What's most important is that the bond and the friendship is strong. Friends will always remain friends no matter where they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-114141610306364753?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/114141610306364753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=114141610306364753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114141610306364753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114141610306364753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/03/memoirs-of-long-lost-friends.html' title='Memoirs of Long Lost Friends.....'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-114096753978650724</id><published>2006-02-26T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:25:42.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part-time Food Critic - Miyako Sheraton Subang</title><content type='html'>Last night my parents and I went to try the Japanese buffet dinner at Miyako Sheraton Subang because it is apparently better than Nagisa, Sunway Resort Hotel's Japanese buffet. The most notable difference between the 2 buffets is that Miyako's buffet is an ala carte buffet whereby you order direct from the menu and they'll serve the food to you while Nagisa's is your free for fall buffet table style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambience in Miyako is alright. However, there are hot spots in the restaurant. I was really sweating it out in there until I moved a little to my left to be closer to the air-cond. The food there is not too bad. Certain things are quite good while others aren't. We started off with some salmon sashimi and sushi. I can say that the salmon there is definitely very fresh and the sushi is quite nice coz they really compact the rice. The wasabi is also fresh and good.  But I only had the salmon because my parents aren't really interested in the rest so its unfair for me to judge the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tempura they served was quite good to be honest. However, we only tried the ebi (prawn) and soft shell crab tempura. I have to say that I CLEARLY enjoyed their tempura. We had 2 plates of ebi tempura and 3 plates of soft shell crabs. *drools* Gosh... I really love the soft shell crabs. The best thing is the tempura is freshly fried when you order so it comes warm. The tempura is DEFINITELY one of the things to look out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their teppanyaki is quite alright as well. Their beef teppanyaki tastes fine but its just that I found it WAY too well done for my liking. I prefer my beef to be medium to medium well at best. We also had salmon, squid, clams, sea bass and mixed vegie teppanyaki. The salmon teppanyaki is quite good because they make it the way I like it best which is cooked on the outside but partially raw in the middle. The sea bass was VERY poor because it wasn't really cooked and hence the meat was a bit tough. Our first round of teppanyaki clams was EXCELLENT because the clams were HUGE but our second round had normal small clams instead. The mixed vegie is pretty normal lah... nothing to shout about. All in all, the taste of the teppanyaki in general is quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 helpings of baked cod fish which we quite good as well. Nicely done and baked. However, the unagi we had kind SUCKED! My fave jap food of all time is beef sukiyaki. But I have to say that their sukiyaki there was a huge letdown. The soup was super sweet and the only had 2 measly slices of beef and it was like lacking in ingredients. Sukiyaki was a total disappointment. On the other hand, their garlic fried rice is not too bad while their chawanmushi wasn't good. The cup was SUPER small and it had so little egg custard in it. They did not have many options for their desserts and we tried their green tea ice cream which i found too sweet and the texture was a bit different than what I'm used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempura&lt;br /&gt;Garlic fried rice&lt;br /&gt;Sushi &amp; sashimi&lt;br /&gt;Teppanyaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukiyaki&lt;br /&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;Unagi&lt;br /&gt;Chawanmushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give the whole experience a 7 out of 10 because I really super enjoyed their tempura and teppanyaki. I also think that if you're a big sushi/sashimi fan, it definitely is worth your time and money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-114096753978650724?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/114096753978650724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=114096753978650724&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114096753978650724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114096753978650724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/02/part-time-food-critic-miyako-sheraton.html' title='Part-time Food Critic - Miyako Sheraton Subang'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-114052775295164081</id><published>2006-02-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:15:52.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish for the best.....</title><content type='html'>Recently I've made many decisions that I really don't know what the outcome will be. I don't even know if I've made the right decisions. Maybe I did or maybe I didn't. Only time will tell. I've been given a lot of slack for some decisions that I've made and I plan to live with it. If I live to see the consequences of it then so let it be. I'll put myself out there for my friends to tell me in my face that "I did this to myself" or "I told you so". I really doesn't matter anymore if it reaches that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost someone who was once a very close friend, I've gained a new good friend, met many new friends/acquaintances and felt my friendship with another grow stronger. I wonder how will these things turn out? Shall we all just wish for the best and wait and see? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-114052775295164081?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/114052775295164081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=114052775295164081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114052775295164081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/114052775295164081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/02/wish-for-best.html' title='Wish for the best.....'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113984510061688508</id><published>2006-02-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:38:20.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Part 2</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will mark my 4th year in a row that I'll be spending Valentine's Day as a single man. But I'm not complaining. I've never been one to celebrate Valentine's Day. Honestly, not to be sour grapes or whatever but Valentine's Day has been so commercialised these days that it is now power struggle between retail outlets more than anything else. Even restaurants have jumped on the band wagon to only serve "Valentine's Day Set Dinner" with an increment of 100% in pricing. Probably the 100% increase in the price JUST cause its Valentine's Day is because the restaurants had to think of the best way to cheat their customers money on that day. So the extra money you're paying is to congratulate them for a job well done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really believe that Valentine's Day is not about the flowers you send, the gifts you buy or even the dinners you have. The only important thing about Valentine's Day is the person you spend it with. It doesn't matter if I get a toothpick as a Valentine's present, it definitely won't matter if dinner is by the road side eating Char Kuey Teow and I definitely won't mind if all these are done 1 week before or even 1 week after as long as the company is there. You can send me to Italy to have the BEST italian food and give me the best gift money can buy; it doesn't account for a thing if the company is not right. The best things in the world just can't compete with a hand written card from the 1 you really care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, the best Valentine's I can wish for is just a simpler dinner and some time alone with someone special to me. Doesn't have to be something fancy pancy or expensive. Its the company that matters and that's the truth. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113984510061688508?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113984510061688508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113984510061688508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113984510061688508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113984510061688508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-part-2.html' title='Valentines Part 2'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113950841971381672</id><published>2006-02-10T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T02:06:59.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is just round the corner. I for one do not see the importance of Valentine's Day because I feel that it's silly to especially celebrate your love for one another on only 1 day. If you ask me, I feel that everyday that I spend with a loved one is more special than a Valentine's Day. Why the extra significant 1 day? I believe that valentines can be "celebrated" at any time/place. It doesn't have to be the 14th February every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113950841971381672?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113950841971381672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113950841971381672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113950841971381672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113950841971381672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113923939831438947</id><published>2006-02-06T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:23:18.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>I once loved you....&lt;br /&gt;I once hated you......&lt;br /&gt;I was more than once, hurt by you.....&lt;br /&gt;But I always came back; because I still loved you....&lt;br /&gt;You always knew I'd always be there....&lt;br /&gt;You knew that I'd never leave......&lt;br /&gt;You knew I would always come back.......&lt;br /&gt;You've always taken me for granted.....&lt;br /&gt;Yet I was stupid enough to say I didn't mind....&lt;br /&gt;As time went on; your actions wore me down......&lt;br /&gt;Even the Great Wall would crumble; if you rammed it continuously....&lt;br /&gt;My love which was always there faded....&lt;br /&gt;My hatred surpressed.....&lt;br /&gt;My hurt forgotten......&lt;br /&gt;And I began to feel numb.......&lt;br /&gt;I began to feel nothing for you......&lt;br /&gt;As though you no longer existed.......&lt;br /&gt;No more hurt, no more hatred, no more resentment.....&lt;br /&gt;And definitely no more love..... no more friendship.....&lt;br /&gt;Just a void...... a black hole........&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113923939831438947?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113923939831438947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113923939831438947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113923939831438947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113923939831438947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/02/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113899023212126799</id><published>2006-02-04T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T02:10:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old; in with the new</title><content type='html'>At some point in life, we just have to totally let go of the past and seek the future. Sometimes there is just no point in holding on anymore. We just have to reach out our hand to grasp the future. All these while I feel that I've done all I can to make sure that my past will always be part of me, but I guess it just isn't possible. Under current circumstances, I had to release my past into the abyss. Although letting go something that was part of me for so long did hurt a lot, but it just had to be done and what more can I do but to look into the future now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I do like what I see in the future and I hope things will work out the way I want it to. I can see that the road ahead will lead me to somewhere great but I'm not too sure if I can get onto that road. As much as I want to be on that road, but I might have enough money to pay the toll. We'll just have to see how things go. One thing I'll have to admit is that I doubt I'll be successful but I won't go down without a fight. We'll see. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113899023212126799?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113899023212126799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113899023212126799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113899023212126799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113899023212126799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/02/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old; in with the new'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113811681116994172</id><published>2006-01-24T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:33:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.......</title><content type='html'>Just like every other year, we grow a year older this year. Somethings in life just never change. But if we reflect on the years that have passed, we won't fail to notice that some things never do stay the same. Remember how there used to be a World Trade Centre in New York? Remember how Acheh used actually look like a city? While somethings in life never change, somethings will never remain the same forever. You never know what will happen tomorrow or even the next second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall how the big news back in high school was the high rate of bohsia and bohjans around the country. Back then bohsia news were like selling like hotcakes. Every newspaper probably published a story or follow up story or something on that stupid redundant topic every week. Come to think of it, bohsia was probably the main reason why the Government came up with the Rakan Muda crap. I wonder how is that Rakan Muda thing going now. My guess it probably went down the drain together with the bohsia news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few years back, the 9-11 tragedy made the headlines of probably every single newspaper in the world. The shock and disbelief of this traumatic experience captured not only the eyes of the world but also the hearts of many. No matter what a dumb ass government the United States has, our hearts still bleed for the many innocent lives that were affected by that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tsunami that occured 1 year + back really stole the limelight from the Western countries and forced it to shine on our small region of Asia. The plight of many Asians affected by this natural disaster was highlighted to the entire world via CNN, TIMES, Newseek and etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what will happen next? Who can tell what would happen in the next 5 - 10 years? We cannot deny that the world is changing and we as humans are constantly changing. I am definitely not the boy I was 5 years ago. Neither will I be the person I am now 5 years from today. We live and we learn. We improve with experience and we become more experienced as we age. Life is a text book and we learn more as we flip the pages. The only problem is are we willing to study or merely flip through the pages? Will we bother taking down extra notes as we go through each chapter, to ensure that we won't forget the lessons that have been learnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago I never expected to be sitting in the office, having fun and joking around with my colleagues while being stressed out. 10 years ago, I never thought that I would be an IT graduate. 15 years ago, it never crossed my mind that alcohol tastes better than chocolate or vitagen. Who knows what will happen in the future? But that doesn't stop us from looking into our little text book to see what has passed and flip to the next page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113811681116994172?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113811681116994172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113811681116994172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113811681116994172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113811681116994172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/01/life.html' title='Life.......'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113767805714159252</id><published>2006-01-19T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:40:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the brink of tears...</title><content type='html'>The past 2 weeks has been HELL! Been trying to complete an engagement for work and I've really been suffering like MAD!!! I seem to have encountered a mental block and plenty of bad luck. Sigh, I really don't know man. I really felt TOTALLY useless at one point of time that I was on the verge of breaking down. I was honestly going to burst into tears one day because I just didn't feel that I was capable of doing anything right. Thanks to some colleagues and friends who showed faith in me, I toughened up and managed to accomplish something out of nothing. Now, I'm back to square one for another test. Sigh, this sucks man. I just totally don't understand. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my senior has been more than helpful but I can't seem to work things out. I really do feel like the whole world is against me and I'm really worried what if I can't finish my work. Sigh, my senior and manager has already pushed the dateline back for me and I don't want to fail them. But I really can't do anything about it. I'm just unable to grasp the concept. Certain things just aren't going my way. I really hope I pull through and next week will be all better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113767805714159252?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113767805714159252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113767805714159252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113767805714159252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113767805714159252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-brink-of-tears.html' title='On the brink of tears...'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113726333907974278</id><published>2006-01-15T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T02:30:25.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progression &amp; Friendships...</title><content type='html'>How far have we come since we were kids?&lt;br /&gt;We've been through milk cartons,&lt;br /&gt;We all remember playing catching or police &amp;amp; thief,&lt;br /&gt;Canteen food will remain in our minds for life,&lt;br /&gt;Guys went through the transition from shorts to long pants in secondary school,&lt;br /&gt;Don't we remember what pain in the asses we were to our teachers,&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I recall the puppy loving and the ever hot rumours running around school,&lt;br /&gt;My days of LEO club will always be fresh in my head,&lt;br /&gt;College years were great fun,&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination was never more evident,&lt;br /&gt;Late nights to rush assignments,&lt;br /&gt;The thrill and also chills of datelines,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am now in the working world,&lt;br /&gt;Part of the great Rat Race,&lt;br /&gt;Paying my own bills,&lt;br /&gt;Worrying if I've saved enough,&lt;br /&gt;Trying my hardest to excel in this dog eat dog world,&lt;br /&gt;Where money plays such a crucial role,&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst of my life's progression,&lt;br /&gt;Somethings just never change,&lt;br /&gt;I've always made sure that my friends are always around,&lt;br /&gt;Great friends who I've met along the way,&lt;br /&gt;I've made an effort to keep around,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much further I progress in life,&lt;br /&gt;My friends will always remain part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is specially dedicated to my friends who have truly been through thick and thin with me and have still stuck around and also to my current batch of friends that I know will also be there for me when I need them. True friends stand up when the rest backs off. You never know who your true friends are until your back is to a wall. Friendships are easily lost or broken but it is how you stregthen or mend the ones that matter most to you that counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113726333907974278?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113726333907974278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113726333907974278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113726333907974278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113726333907974278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/01/progression-friendships.html' title='Progression &amp; Friendships...'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113691015109969628</id><published>2006-01-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:22:31.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Friends.....</title><content type='html'>I've always considered myself lucky to be surrounded by many good friends. Friends that I can rely on and trust. I've always tried to make an effort to keep in touch with all my friends, especially if they aren't around. Some friends are really worth the effort and it doesn't hurt to set aside some time and effort to ensure that the gap of friendship does not grow too wide although the distance ain't near. Some friends will always remain close although you may not see each other often or even talk to each other often. Friendship is never about proximity or physical closeness. Its about the connection between 2 individuals. I would say that I have my fair amount of friends who I really do try my best to ensure that nothing comes between us because I feel that they are certainly worth every single effort that I put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it puts a smile on my face to recall friends that I have around me, I have to admint that I've made my fair amount of mistakes with friends as well. Some friends who I thought were worth the effort turned out to be a great letdown. Although the saying goes "Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me", I have to disagree with that. Words from someone who is important to you can really hurt real bad. Hurtful words from a close friend can really shatter your heart, this coming from first hand experience. Some people might think I expect the world from my friends, but honestly I only expect the bare minimum. To be treated like how your other friends are treated. But sometimes I feel that I'm used as a fall guy, an excuse or even just a butler or a personal assistant there to help but never to get anything in return. I am a friend, not a servant. I will always do my best to help my friends in need, but there's definitely a limit with all things. And I guess, in the end, some friends just aren't worth any effort at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113691015109969628?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113691015109969628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113691015109969628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113691015109969628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113691015109969628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-friends.html' title='Some Friends.....'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113630522109378033</id><published>2006-01-03T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:09:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Post......</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year all..... Welcome to the year 2006, where 2005 is the past and 2007 is the future. Thanks to all my friends for all the memories in 2005 and I hope that 2006 brings fresh and better times for all of us. Special thanks to the bunch of buddies who spent new year's eve with me. Had a great time although I didn't drink much. It is nice not to be loud once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway.... I really hope that 2006 will be a good year for all of us. My new year resolution is to save more money in order to furnish my trip to Australia or wherever and also for future use (i.e. marriage and etc.... :p ). Just FYI, I'm actually planning to go for a holiday to Australia, while my friends are still working there. Heh heh, at least I get free accomodation while they are still there. So if anyone is interested, please do let me know yah. We can go together if the timing is right. I actually would like to visit Tazmania, Perth and maybe Sydney as well while I'm in Australia. Might as well kill multiple birds with one stone right? Its much cheaper if I just go everywhere there is in Australia while im there rather than fly back to Australia just to visit different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year, another brand new 365 days to cherish. Lets take this journey 1 day at a time until we reach the end of the road. Lets spend these times with great company and strive through adversity together. At the end of the day, lets hold our heads up high and stand proud of ourselves. :) Happy working all!!! Good luck studying to the rest of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113630522109378033?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113630522109378033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113630522109378033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113630522109378033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113630522109378033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-post.html' title='New Year Post......'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113509217775539862</id><published>2005-12-20T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:51:20.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Update (EY Annual Dinner) - UPDATED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img381.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner002small8gy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/3779/anndinner002small8gy.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img381.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner004small3dn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/1839/anndinner004small3dn.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img381.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner005small5ym.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/4505/anndinner005small5ym.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img381.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner006small8ls.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/4290/anndinner006small8ls.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img384.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner009small9qa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img384.imageshack.us/img384/8302/anndinner009small9qa.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img384.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner011small5gd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img384.imageshack.us/img384/471/anndinner011small5gd.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img384.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner013small1uh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img384.imageshack.us/img384/2699/anndinner013small1uh.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img384.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner017small2br.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img384.imageshack.us/img384/3516/anndinner017small2br.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img372.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner020small8ds.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img372.imageshack.us/img372/9327/anndinner020small8ds.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img372.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner022small7nf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img372.imageshack.us/img372/2849/anndinner022small7nf.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img372.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner024small6yq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img372.imageshack.us/img372/629/anndinner024small6yq.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img372.imageshack.us/my.php?image=anndinner037small8ny.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img372.imageshack.us/img372/882/anndinner037small8ny.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img378.imageshack.us/my.php?image=add2005013small8cz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/579/add2005013small8cz.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img378.imageshack.us/my.php?image=add20050297wc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/7125/add20050297wc.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img378.imageshack.us/my.php?image=add20050743zw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/3889/add20050743zw.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.... Sorry, had to edit the pictures to be thumbnails because I think the pictures were far too small. Just click on them to view the bigger picture k? Thanks. :) Oh btw, in case you can't tell from the pics; the EY Annual Dinner was a BLAST! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113509217775539862?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113509217775539862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113509217775539862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113509217775539862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113509217775539862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/12/photo-update-ey-annual-dinner-updated.html' title='Photo Update (EY Annual Dinner) - UPDATED!!'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113492331484397690</id><published>2005-12-19T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:28:34.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favours....</title><content type='html'>I find it a little frustrating that friends whom I deem as close friends tend to take me for granted. I'm just getting a little unhappy that some friends seem to just hang around because they need some favours. I mean that's not what afriends are for right? It is disappointing when you take a careful look and you realise that some friends never ask you out or even bother calling at all, yet when they need a need a favour, you're one of the first they call. Or they're never there when there's no incentive being offered, but they're one of the first to arrive when you have something to offer.  Sometimes I feel like such a sucker because I still believe in the proverb "A friend in need is a friend indeed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113492331484397690?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113492331484397690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113492331484397690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113492331484397690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113492331484397690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/12/favours.html' title='Favours....'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113461898717180504</id><published>2005-12-15T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:56:27.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnia.....</title><content type='html'>After the whole DISASTER last Saturday at One Utama, I've decided to give it another shot! Details are as follows :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie : Narnia&lt;br /&gt;Date : 17th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;Day : Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Time : 945 PM / 2145&lt;br /&gt;Place : GSC 1 Utama&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tickets Available : 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE contact me if you're interested for the movie. This time, Yoong and I will be going to 1U EARLIER for dinner and some bonding time so we'll be able to get the tickets WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY before they set to be released.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113461898717180504?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113461898717180504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113461898717180504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113461898717180504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113461898717180504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/12/narnia.html' title='Narnia.....'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113354878888573388</id><published>2005-12-03T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T02:39:49.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Prom</title><content type='html'>What if, I am taking a pretty 17 year old girl to her high school prom? Or better still, what if I am taking YOUR pretty 17 year old SISTER to her high school prom? How would you react? Lets weigh the pros and cons of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Better me than some hormone raging 17 year old kid right?&lt;br /&gt;2. Wouldn't you trust a friend better than a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;3. I've had more than 4 years of driving experience under me, don't you think i'm a safer driver than an eager/desperate to show off 17 year old?&lt;br /&gt;4. You know I'll treat her extra nice since she's your sister.&lt;br /&gt;5. You know I won't dare step over the border since she's your sister (not so fast at least) :p.&lt;br /&gt;6. If anything happens to her you definitely know where to find me.&lt;br /&gt;7. If anything does happen between us, isn't it good to know that I'm sort of financially stable now with a secured job.&lt;br /&gt;8. You'll be able to milk to for favours out of sheer blackmail :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's not even in college yet and I'm already working. Not the best of situations.&lt;br /&gt;2. Not much to talk to with her friends (they'll prolly call me uncle... -.-")&lt;br /&gt;3. Friendship on the line in case anything bad happens.&lt;br /&gt;4. You'll be stuck as the middle person if anything bad happens.&lt;br /&gt;5. Double dating with you would just be weird.&lt;br /&gt;6. You'll be hanging out more with your sister in case anything happens.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll be labelled a paedophile although I don't feel 5 years is a lot of difference.&lt;br /&gt;8. You'll be labelled as the bad guy if you try to discourage anything from happening between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not going after any particular 17 year old girl. So please do not judge me wrongly. I am merely stating a "What If...." statement. Feel free to post your comments. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113354878888573388?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113354878888573388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113354878888573388&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113354878888573388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113354878888573388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/12/high-school-prom.html' title='High School Prom'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113330032629126309</id><published>2005-11-30T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:35:39.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings......</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for some time now because I haven't felt up to it. I'm still not very up to it but I guess there are some things which I want to get off my chest. I've begun to realise that I'm very emotion-ful. Although I may think with my brain but most of the time I act with my emotions. I act how I feel. My face always shows how I'm feeling if you know how to read me right. My face always betrays my feelings and that sucks. That means no poker for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised that when I like someone; it is rather difficult for me to forget about her. It just isn't as easy for me to forget about past feelings as it is for many others. How can you let go of such fond memories and sweet times? I certainly find it difficult to do that. I'm not the "out-of-sight, out-of-mind" type. I'm more of the "miss-you-while-you-are-gone" type. I just really need my brain to control my emotions instead of my heart. I do want to stop caring and thinking but I just can't. I won't call being able to let go easily cold hearted, but I just don't understand how some people can set aside their feelings so easily. It truly amazes me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've ever wanted in life was someone to be by my side. Even if it isn't a special girlfriend, a great friend would do. But I don't think I'm so lucky. Maybe its just me but I don't think that eventhough you're honest and sincere to your friends but some friends just don't treat you back the same way. To me, I would never do something that would jeopardise my friendships. It might be paranoia but I don't think it's impossible for a friend to stab me in the back when I least expect it. What can I do when someone I feel that I'm close to tells me that we should only meet up once a fortnight and talk on the phone max 3 times a week?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113330032629126309?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113330032629126309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113330032629126309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113330032629126309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113330032629126309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/11/feelings.html' title='Feelings......'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113126594835188473</id><published>2005-11-06T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:32:28.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi ROCKED!</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Langkawi yesterday. Langkawi itself TOTALLY ROCKED man! What's not to like there?! Our hotel, Awana Porto Malai was superb! The company was EXCELLENT! The booze was TERRIFIC! No regrets or complaints man. Oh oh.... I need to mention that our van driver was DARNED GOOD! R-E-S-P-E-C-T man!! If you need to employ a part time van driver do let me know. I'll give you his contact number. But to be fair there were cons as well, the beach on erm... forgot the beach name but it was 1 of the 3 islands you will go to if you choose the island hopping package, TOTALLY sucked! Oh gosh! Murky waters, painful sea bed and no chicks! =( The trip to Langkawi and back was EXTREMELY horrendous as well. If not for the excellent company in the car I would have probably gone crazy. =) You know who you people are so I need not mention names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say that Langkawi was DEFINATELY a blast man! I had so much fun with the GREAT bunch of people I went with. Seriously, trips are not only about location, it's also about the people you go with. I'd rather go to a place that's not so nice with a great bunch of people than to go to a great place with a not so nice bunch of people. All the people there were TERRIFIC! Without them this wouldn't be such a great experience. Although the trip didn't start of great for me but the important thing was that I put everything behind me and just focused on having fun. :) Will post up pics and finer details soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113126594835188473?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113126594835188473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113126594835188473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113126594835188473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113126594835188473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/11/langkawi-rocked.html' title='Langkawi ROCKED!'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113093719982201511</id><published>2005-11-02T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:13:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Langkawi</title><content type='html'>Hei, I'm off to Langkawi in 5 hours time. I shall describe Langkawi in 4 words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sun, Sea, Sand &amp; BOOZE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will update when I get back. I know that it will be GREAT!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113093719982201511?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113093719982201511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113093719982201511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113093719982201511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113093719982201511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/11/off-to-langkawi.html' title='Off to Langkawi'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-113029101174664328</id><published>2005-10-26T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:43:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img429.imageshack.us/img429/1393/1272756small1db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img429.imageshack.us/img429/1393/1272756small1db.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo Yee &amp; I at Cristos Hartamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img367.imageshack.us/img367/4070/1272774small3so.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img367.imageshack.us/img367/4070/1272774small3so.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img367.imageshack.us/img367/4070/1272774small3so.jpg"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo Yee, me &amp; Yoong at Cristos Hartamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img429.imageshack.us/img429/145/dsc0918122pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img429.imageshack.us/img429/145/dsc0918122pm.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super happy times in Friendster Cafe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-113029101174664328?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/113029101174664328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=113029101174664328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113029101174664328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/113029101174664328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/10/photo-update.html' title='Photo Update'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112999831120494311</id><published>2005-10-23T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:17:08.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember......</title><content type='html'>I remember what it's like to love.....&lt;br /&gt;I remember how great it was to have love enter my life.....&lt;br /&gt;I remember what it feels like to be happy.......&lt;br /&gt;I remember how good things were.......&lt;br /&gt;I remember the good times........&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the bad times..........&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I remember how you turned bad times to good.......&lt;br /&gt;And good times to great.....&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything like it was yesterday.....&lt;br /&gt;I remember what love is about.......&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times we shared........&lt;br /&gt;I remember the smiles and laughs that came with love.....&lt;br /&gt;But I also remember how hurt and disappointed love left me......&lt;br /&gt;I remember how the world came crumbling down on me.....&lt;br /&gt;And I remember how I picked myself up pebble by pebble, stone by stone.....&lt;br /&gt;I remember the torture that love put me through......&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I just only remembered how I much I want to love again......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112999831120494311?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112999831120494311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112999831120494311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112999831120494311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112999831120494311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-remember.html' title='I Remember......'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112955173247995121</id><published>2005-10-17T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:22:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up........</title><content type='html'>I need to learn to shut up....... Sigh, I realised I talk too much..... It's not something I can control but I really do need to talk less. I can't help but talk when I'm happy..... When I'm in a joyous mood, I talk non-stop...... I crap non-stop and of course I smile/laugh non-stop.... I'm just going to do my best and try to talk less..... The next time I go out, I'm just going to sit in the corner and let others do the talking.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I start talking I can't stop... therefore, I'll try not to start next time.... I shall only speak when I'm spoken to..... Other than that I'm going to do my best to be anti-social and keep quiet... I'm serious about this man.... I hope my friends will help me out here... After all, "a friend in need is a friend indeed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to find me a cure from talking too much..... I can't stop talking especially when I feel totally comfortable around my friends.... I just feel as though we can talk about anything/everything under the sun..... Even if it's not while we're out... I totally enjoy a good conversation.... but that won't stop me from trying to shut up and talk less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALK LESS AND LISTEN MORE!!! Knowledge is wisdom.... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112955173247995121?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112955173247995121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112955173247995121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112955173247995121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112955173247995121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/10/shut-up.html' title='Shut up........'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112894687242803494</id><published>2005-10-10T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:15:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Others</title><content type='html'>In this 'dog-eat-dog' world, it's pretty normal for some people not wanting to help others even if they are their own friends. I guess that's what competitiveness and kiasu-ism does to a person. Although I guess it's pretty normal for some people to be selfish but I personally cannot do that. I feel that we're all in this world together and we should all help each other out. I mean if I were to see someone in need of help, I can't just stand around not doing anything. I do have a guilty bone in my body. But if I feel that the person does not deserve my help then it's a totally different matter. I will not help people who do not help themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping others gives me a sense of satisfaction in life. Although I may not know everything, but as long as I did my best and helped out as much as I can, I feel contented with my actions. Thankfully I have friends who are really helpful too like Tin Yoong who is always ready to help if I have any inquiries. The same goes to my seniors in EY who are always ready to lend a helping hand. Due to the selflessness of the people around me, I have always tried to help others in need. I've always tried my best to help the newcomers in my department because I know how difficult it is to be accustomed to the life in EY, especially petty things like taking their stationary, getting laptops, logging into the system and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why some people find it so difficult to depart with their knowledge. I mean so what if you help others with some things they don't understand? Like maybe if someone has some problems with maths, what's wrong with helping them gain a better understanding eventhough they are your classmates? Worried you won't get the best results in your class? All these are small matters man. The satisfaction and contentment in helping others is worth more than that of getting better results. I mean I could always refuse to help my new colleagues learn what we are supposed to do on engagements. I prefer if I explain to them what exactly is needed from us. I could always say "KIASU LAH! What if they get promotion ahead of me?!?!" but I refuse to be so selfish. I really feel glad when they tell me they have a better understanding of the job scope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112894687242803494?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112894687242803494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112894687242803494&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112894687242803494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112894687242803494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/10/helping-others.html' title='Helping Others'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112801198880561138</id><published>2005-09-30T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:39:49.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>I've a friend; let's call him T. This guy is an online addict just like I am. He'll be online at every opportunity he gets.  Suddenly, during office the other day; he messaged me on MSN. I was rather surprised to see him online because he said that the auditors were in to check for installation of 3rd party softwares and MSN fell into that category. So I casually asked if the auditors are done with his computer that's why the new found bravery and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NOPP! I was SO wrong that I couldn't be any wrong-er. Apparently T is a GENIUS and he can do anything he wants when he puts his heart to it. He installed MSN on his thumb drive and opened it from there! WOW man! I was SO impressed with his resourcefulness. Gosh, you need people like this in your office man. Resourceful and innovative in solutions. GOOD JOB T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112801198880561138?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112801198880561138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112801198880561138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112801198880561138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112801198880561138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112722276651514042</id><published>2005-09-20T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T16:49:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back Together</title><content type='html'>Some people say that they can never get back together with their ex-es, but I am not a firm believer of that belief. Although there has to be a reason why the break-up happened in the first place, but people do change and I believe under the correct circumstances ex-couples can become a couple all over again. Everyone deserves a second chance and although things didn't work out for the first time, who is to say that things will follow back down the same path again? Almost everything is different, the both of you are smarter, wiser and more experienced. Even the things in the world has probably changed by leaps and folds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were happy together once, once you think you'll continue to be happy yet again; except this time you'll be wiser to overcome the obstacles in the relationship. But I guess to some, broken strings can't be mended but no one is asking you to mend the string. A broken string cannot be mended but it can be replaced with a new and better string. If a string has been good to you during its "life span" but still broke, wouldn't you want to get a new and upgraded version of that string? I'm sure you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know but I strongly feel that if a break up ended in a good way and under the right circumstances, an ex-couple can cherish the moment and get back together. But of course there has to be 2 consenting parties that still have some sort of feelings for each other. I might be a hopeless romantic but I feel that if a couple gets back together and manages to work things out, it will be quite a sweet and romantic story. *too many love stories for me maybe?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am not trying to rekindle any old flames or anything. I am not implying that I want to get back with my ex or anything like that. Just to set the record straight, this is just something that I had thought about. Nothing more. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112722276651514042?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112722276651514042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112722276651514042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112722276651514042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112722276651514042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-back-together.html' title='Getting Back Together'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112677592021791110</id><published>2005-09-15T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:18:40.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>I recently realised that I'm setting a trend for myself. I've been falling for the wrong type of girls these days. It's like I can pretty much chart a graph out to predict the next girl that I'll be interested in. Time to use the data mining techniques I learnt in APIIT to good effect man. But on a more serios note, I really don't know lah. It seems like every time I've felt something for a girl, I know it won't ever work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen for my fair share of unsingle girls during this short period of time. Sigh, wat the heck man. Although there are konon-nya many other fishes in the big, vast sea but sad to say most of the good fishes are already taken man. So it's no big surprise that I ended up falling for someone who's already taken. But when more than half of the girls that I've been interested to know better have already been taken, I realised that I kinda screwed myself over la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If falling for girls who have already been taken aren't bad enough, I have to fall for girls that show totally no interest what so ever in me. Sigh, maybe I'm falling for girls that are WAY out of my league lah. :( It's like you can't fish for salmon while using a bamboo stick as a fishing rod and tofu as bait. I need to restrategize and restructure my feelings to reach a different target audience man. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also the girls that should remain a hands off issue thing. One should not fall for good friends, friend's ex-es, colleagues and etc. lah. Sigh, sad to say I've fallen for girls in  those categories before. GREAT NEWS man! Whoopie doo! I apologize if you don't notice a hint of sarcasm in my tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course not forgetting my LATEST craze! Falling for girls who stay FAR away. WOOT! Petrol is cheap man and I learnt how to teleport. Although you might say that if you really love a person, distance is not an issue especially if it's not Long Distance Relationship (LDR), but to be realistic; petrol is not getting cheaper by the day and traffic jams are not easing up either. Minimal driving to her place would be most ideal. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully things work out for me and I'll fall for someone who is meant for me. Till then I'm in no hurry and I am enjoying my freedom. :) But but but if any chiqs wanna apply for the opening of Girlfriend, please submit your resume to &lt;a href="mailto:kevinleng@hotmail.com"&gt;kevinleng@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; with a cover letter and a self photograph. Thank you :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112677592021791110?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112677592021791110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112677592021791110&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112677592021791110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112677592021791110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/09/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112600263252885692</id><published>2005-09-06T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:30:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy and Malaysians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=courtesy"&gt;Courtesy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;def: Polite behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians&lt;br /&gt;def: Humans who are born and bred in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or are these 2 words &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=mutually+exclusive"&gt;mutually exclusive&lt;/a&gt;? I've been paying a little more attention to what's been happening around me and I realised that Malaysians in general aren't really courteous. While I will agree that not all Malaysians are like that, but probably 7/10 are. These are the results of a couple of tests and observations that I carried out the past week or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ElevatorTest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Everyday at work, I have to take the elevator up to my office. Therefore, I took the time to observe people around me. I realised that people don't give a damn about people coming out of the elevator. They just stand in front of the elevator door as it opens and walk straight in even before the people stream out. That's just screwed up man. Its common sense to let people walk out first larh. Not like people walking out will walk back in so there won't be anymore space for you to squeeze in. Ok, never mind.... Most of the time I stand near the door because more often than not my floor will be the first stop. So its not uncommon for people to ask me to press their floor button for them, but I've almost never heard a word of "Please" or "Thank you". There are also times when people will just barge out of the elevator without saying "Excuse Me" or "Sorry". Seems like these few words are a little difficult to pronounce. Ok fine, when the elevator's aren't that full, I really hate people who press the Close button even before you enter the lift although you're right behind them. I mean like WTH right?!?! It's not like you can't see me or I don't know how to press close after pressing my floor. IDIOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Door Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; First of all, people in my department pass with flying colours in this aspect. Every single colleague that I've held the door open for or something has said "Thanks" or something along those lines. However, other people in general aren't so courteous. Some just walk pass without acknowledging your presence as if the door is held open by its own will. Others are just plain rude that they purposely let go off the door without looking behind them to ensure that no one is following closely. This happens ESPECIALLY after a movie in a cinema ends. Some people just let the door swing back in although its EXTREMELY obvious there are plenty of people following them. Is it too difficult to hold on to the door for an extra 1-2 seconds for another person to catch hold of it first??!! On the other hand, some people are SO impolite that when I hold the door open for them, they don't bother saying "Thank you" or even make an effort to catch hold of the door for the people behind them. It's like WTH?!?! Do I look like a doorman to you?!!? Sigh, some people are just so damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The CarPark Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realise that some people just take AGES to get their car out even with people  waiting for them? I mean if there are people waiting for your parking lot then at least make an effort to come out within the shortest time possible larh. I'm not asking you to hurry up and all, just do all the essentials first larh. There was this one time that I was waiting for a parking lot and this stupid B*TCH of a girl took DAMN long to come out because she was talking with another friend. It was SUPERBLY obvious that my car was waiting but they would just chit chat and talk as though their the only people left in the world. Ok, never mind..... Have you ever tried tailing a guy walking to his/her car to grab his parking lot only to realise that he's only there to take/put something from/in the car? Wow, I mean how inconsiderate can you be? I'm sure it's not too much trouble to just signal  to the tailing car that you're not coming out. How would you like it if someone did it to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Malaysians find it a bit difficult to say "Please", "Thank you", "Sorry" or "Excuse Me". Saying those few words won't waste you too much time or just a smile of appreciation will do the trick. With that being said, I know I cannot generalize Malaysians due to a few inconsiderate people. Don't get me wrong, I have wonderful people around me who are extremely considerate and courteous. Sometimes in life, all the small little things account for something. Courtesy should not take a back seat to money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those who listen to Hitz.FM, I think the Merdeka Man thing is such CRAP and B*LLSH*T man. How can you test the generosity of Malaysians like that? The Merdeka Man thing was SO commercialized man. If you really want to test the generosity of Malaysians, I dare you to put someone out there with no money, no handphone and no support from Hitz.FM or anything organization and see if he can travel to every state and last for a couple of days. Honestly speaking, I doubt anyone will give a damn about that person. I mean to be brutally honest, if a man came up to me and said he has no money and no shelter but he needs to go to Perak and needs a lift or a bus ticket to go there, I'll think that he's a drug addict looking for money to get his daily fix. Do you actually believe that I would give him any money or even take the risk or driving him to Perak? Unfortunately I won't, but that doesn't mean I'm not generous. We read about all sort of murders and robberies in the news everyday, to actually pick up a hitchhiker isn't the smartest thing to do in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.... that's all I have to say this time. Shall try to blog about something lighter and happier the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112600263252885692?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112600263252885692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112600263252885692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112600263252885692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112600263252885692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/09/courtesy-and-malaysians.html' title='Courtesy and Malaysians'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112549763126279828</id><published>2005-08-31T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:19:03.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clamped!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was my last day at my client's venue. It is extremely difficult to get an empty parking bay at this particular client's parking area. Over the pass 2 weeks, I've had to go round their venue 2-3 times at least or park at the highest floor of their multi-storey car park. This client is EXTREMELY strict with their parking rules and I've seen SO many cars being clamped during my 2 weeks there. Sigh, so anyway. I was thanking my lucky stars when I spotted a car coming out after just 1 round. Wah!! ACCELERATION to the max man! *ZROOM*ZROOM* Furthermore, the parking bay was like super near to the building so I was darn satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as we were coming back after lunch, I realised they had clamped my car!! OMG OMG OMG!! OH THE HORROR man!! I was in a super foul mood after that. I mean it's kinda obvious that my was a legitimate parking bay. After calling the guy that had clamped my car and talking to him, I was told to refer to some dumb ass "boss" of his which would only be back after 4pm and I had to pay my RM 30 fine before 430 pm. BULLSH*T man. So never mind, after being passed around a couple more times, a nice Indian gentleman attended to me. He explained that there's nothing I can do but pay the summon and get my car unclamped first, and if I'm really discontented I can write an official letter of complaint. (ps.. not to be racist but this was the only guy who was extremely nice and helpful because he's not like the rest of them. *if u get what i mean. OH! he's not chinese either ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a couple of photos, paid my summon, got my car unclamped and wrote an official complaint letter. It's not an issue of RM 30 but a matter of right or wrong and of course I felt so cheated! WAH! I was really thinking of all the vulgar words in every single language i know man. KNN CCB! MCH! @$$HOLES! F**KER!! PERGI MATI LARH!! KI KUNNNN LARH!!! :p I was discontented and unsatisfied at first, but after writing the letter, I felt so much better. My senior realised I was in such a foul mood because she was with me at the time we noticed my car was clamped and she was really kind and nice about it. :) Anyway, here are 2 photos for you to decide if I should have been clamped or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and in my letter of complaint; I was SO tempted to write a disclaimer at the bottom which would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jikalau pihak tuan tidak faham apa yang ditulis di dalam surat ini, sila berhubung dengan saya di alamat di atas supaya saya boleh mentranslasikan surat kepada Bahasa Malaysia agar pihak tuan dapat memahami ia. Terima kasih" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end I chose not to. :p I still want my RM 30 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/1091/1600/Image%28350%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/1091/320/Image%28350%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/1091/1600/Image%28349%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/1091/320/Image%28349%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112549763126279828?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112549763126279828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112549763126279828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112549763126279828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112549763126279828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/08/clamped.html' title='Clamped!'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112464086920239500</id><published>2005-08-21T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:14:29.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie and the Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>I took some time  off to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at GSC with Lik, Akmal, Soo Yee, Yoong and some of his friends last night. I had quite high expectations for the movie because I absolutely love the book. Although I read the book ages ago, must have been around a decade ago but I still remember many of the important parts of the book. I can gladly say that the movie exceeded my expectations. Although I didn't laugh all the way through the movie but I must admit that it was extremely delightful to watch. I did laugh when laugther was due but mostly, I just enjoy the sheer  brilliance of Roald Dahl brought to live on the big screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the movie did not excel in any way but it was an utter delight to watch it. It's like the vanilla of ice creams. Plain yet delicious to be eaten or in this case watched. If you ask me, I would say that you would prolly enjoy the movie even more if you had read the book first and remembered what exactly happened. Eventhough the movie did alter a few aspects of the book but the bottomline is they kept true to the key points and elements and made fantasy a reality to all eyes. I'd give this movie a 9/10 but do factor in the fact that Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was prolly one of my favourite if not my utter most favourite book when I was little. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112464086920239500?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112464086920239500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112464086920239500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112464086920239500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112464086920239500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/08/charlie-and-chocolate-factory.html' title='Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112429394733746140</id><published>2005-08-17T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:52:27.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>I don't know about the other working people in the world, but I have to admit that I wear my Ernst &amp; Young doggie tag with pride. Although Ernst &amp; Young isn't such a big organisation like McKinsey, BCG or even Accenture, but I do feel proud that I'm working in EY. Even while I'm at the client's, I still try to keep on my EY tag where possible. I can proudly say that I'm honoured to be working in my department in EY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure about the rest of my colleagues or friends but I feel that being proud of your company is very important. Its not like EY had some training program to instill the sense of loyalty and honour to them but I just feel that I'm really glad to be where I am currently. Whenever people ask me where do I work, I pump up my chest, put on a sincere smile and tell them with a hint of happiness and a pinch of eagerness in my tone, "I work in EY, Ernst &amp; Young." Occassionally I do get dragged down to Earth to crash and burn when they reply me, "Oh ok ok... what's that?! What do they do ah?!" Haha... Although it's perfectly normal not to know what or who EY is but I can't help but feel a little embarrassed. Nevertheless, even more people don't know who McKinsey and BCG is, so I guess it isn't all that bad anyway. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that as long as you have the sense of pride in whatever you're doing and whoever you're working for, the willingness to learn and to perform to your best abilities come out naturally. Whenever I do a project or meet a client, I always remind myself that they don't care what I have to say. After all, I'm a small little plankton in the sea. What they care about is what EY has to say and I'm representing EY. Hence, I always do my best to portray my best image to the client. I always enter with a smile, greet them as how I would like to be greeted, ask them questions that I've have already prepared supporting evidence for and finally thank them for their time and exit with a broad and pleased smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I wouldn't mind staying in EY for the next 2 years because I'm still learning a lot of new things. Maybe my mind will change 2 years from now or even 1 year from now, but until then, my pride is high for Ernst &amp; Young!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112429394733746140?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112429394733746140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112429394733746140&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112429394733746140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112429394733746140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/08/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112290896518924778</id><published>2005-08-01T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:09:25.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!! Just came back from Rompin, Pahang for my Department's Trip. My department, RaBS went left for Summerset Resort in Rompin on Saturday morning for our team building/bonding trip. It was definitely &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SUPER DUPER&lt;/span&gt; fun man. I had a terrific time there. Although my teams did not win the team building games I still had so much fun just participating in them. I also got to know many of my colleagues whom I had no idea existed before the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides team building games, I played beach volleyball and beach soccer! I've never really been a beach person but I really totally enjoyed myself this time. I guess it pays to let yourself go at times. I guess the best thing about the trip was the DRINKS!!!! Well, actually I'm supposed to say it was the bonding of colleagues but to be honest, it was the bonding of colleagues during and after a few drinks!! WOOHOO!! Haha... I had a couple of drinks for the 2 nights and eventually I lost my voice after the second night. :p Whoops! Guess I'm a little too loud while I'm in my "HAPPY" mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooh! During the first night there, the newbies had to put on a performance for the joy and pleasure of those that have already been through the ordeal. SO embarassing man!! But at least it's past me now. Hahaha... pai seh! I had to admit that a couple of drinks before going up on stage really helpd build up a little courage. :p I'm a little disappointed that I've to start work tomorrow after such a great time off but I guess that's life. We can't just have fun all the time. Unfortunately lar. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I came back I was rather surprised to see that petrol has gone up by 10 cents per litre. WTH man?!?! Wasn't it just a couple of weeks back that our Prime Minister ANNOUCED that the price of petrol won't go up so fast. Sigh, BULLSH*T man! Dr. Mahathir was such an excellent leader and still is such a GREAT well-respected individual in Malaysia. Just look at how he handled himself during the AP situation. The current Prime Minister has such HUGE shoes to fill and he seems a couple of socks short of filling them. Sad to say, I'm sure a couple of Malaysians other than myself probably felt extremely cheated by his earlier comments. That's politics and I guess when you're a slave to the government you just have to live with such horrendous decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112290896518924778?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112290896518924778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112290896518924778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112290896518924778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112290896518924778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112256672064060636</id><published>2005-07-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:05:20.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Impossible</title><content type='html'>AH! How often have we heard this phrase? Or how often have we used this phrase to encourage our friends to try harder and not be demotivated? Sad to say.... there are things that are impossible. Do you think it is possible to force yourself to grow taller? If you're done growing, I don't believe that it's possible to grow and extra inch if you've already fully grown. Do you think it's possible to fit 50 people into a Kancil?! Don't you feel that it's an impossible feat? When there's a will there's a way you say?! So if I really REALLY want to grow taller when I'm 40 years old I will?! If I'm strong willed to fit 50 people into a Kancil does that mean it's possible? I don't think so... please correct me if I'm wrong. I want to fly without the aid of mechanics or other equipment. Do you really think that's physically possible?? Nothing is impossible? BAH! Bullsh*t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I watched Fantastic Four in GSC 1 Utama today. The movie was alright not too bad. But I just want to mention that Row A is simply the BEST seats in the house. Although it's situated all the way in the back, but they have EXTREMELY large leg room. FUIYOH! I was so excited man! I could constantly swish my legs left and right, front and back and I wouldn't hit the chair in front. I'm going to try for Row A next time no matter what movie I'm watching. I tried unsuccessfully to take a good photo to show exactly how HUGE the leg room is. :p Haha... You'll have to see it to believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112256672064060636?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112256672064060636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112256672064060636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112256672064060636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112256672064060636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/07/nothing-is-impossible.html' title='Nothing is Impossible'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112247865759868643</id><published>2005-07-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:41:02.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Up To It</title><content type='html'>I really want to blog and I have so many things to blog about but I just don't think I should. A lot of people have been pre-judging me and many more will continue to do that if I blogged about the things I want to. Not that I really care what other people think about me but I'm just sick and tired of getting pre-judged. Life is too short to care what unimportant people think about you. I'd rather just enjoy my moments of solitude or spend it with important and outstanding friends. I feel like opening another blog using an anouynmous nick where I can just blog about anything that I want to without anyone knowing who I am. The only problem with that is no one is going to visit it. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112247865759868643?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112247865759868643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112247865759868643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112247865759868643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112247865759868643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-up-to-it.html' title='Not Up To It'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112209037646648820</id><published>2005-07-23T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:46:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>In my life, I feel that there are 5 types of friends. However, this applies only to me and me alone. You could probably only categorise them into 1 type or even 10 types. I guess this defers for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, not many friends fall under this category. These are my friends which whom I value the most. Although they might not be people I always hang out with but deep down inside me, I know how much these friends really mean to me. They are the ones whom I will call whenever I need someone to talk to. Even if I don’t talk to them about my problems, just hearing their voice and knowing that I’ll never be alone as long as I have them is good enough for me. I have to admit that I’m very protective of these friends and if anything were to happen to them, I’d take it personally. They matter THAT much to me. Although we may not be close physically but I really feel we share a sense of closeness in our hearts. I really feel extremely comfortable in front of these people as I know they will not judge me. I am totally honest with them because I feel that there’s nothing to hide. I want them to know who I really am and that’s the bottom line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is reserved for my close friends who I always hangout with, joke around with and share joy, laughter and a little heartache with. Seriously, without these friends I wouldn’t know where I’ll be today. When majority of my close friends from high school left, I thought how am I going to survive? But thankfully, I found a new bunch of close friends who’ve stuck with me till now no matter how irritating and frustrating I’ve been. And now 2 groups of close friends have sort of merged into 1 BIGGER group. I really do enjoy the company of this circle of friends and I know that no matter what happens, I can turn to them as well. Although they’ll probably tease me SUPER DUPER a lot when it’s all over but I know they’ll be supportive when they have to be. :p Yes yes, thank all of my close friends in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah… friends. This covers all of the people who I treat as friends. Friends who I’d make an effort to catch up with. Friends who I try my best to see how they’re doing. Friends who I feel glad seeing them after a long period of time. People who’ll treat me as equals. Just friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are people who I’ve basically met in my journey of life. Friends of friends who were introduced to me. People who I most of the time just say Hi! and Bye! to if I bump into them. People who I’ll ask the most common of questions. “So how’ve you been?” “What you’ve been up to?” I do mean it when I ask them those questions, I really am interested in getting to them more, it’s just you can’t deny the fact that we aren’t all that close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Friends”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! My last category of friends, or in this case “friends”. People who were once my friends but has now been “transferred” to a different category. People who act as though they are my friends in real life, put on a smile and talk to me as though nothing is wrong. Yet, behind my back I feel the knives coming and the hyenas laughing. These people are simple the BEST people in the world. I mean like “WOW!”. We were born with only 1 face, yet these people were able to conjure up another. AMAZING!! When you bump into them again, they’ll act as if I’m their long lost cousin or something. I’ve been feeling that people actually think this is a prestigious group and have been “requesting” to be put in to this group. It’s frame Kevin week anyway. Why not jump all of you jump on the bandwagon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112209037646648820?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112209037646648820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112209037646648820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112209037646648820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112209037646648820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112194661547260294</id><published>2005-07-21T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:09:58.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Controversy</title><content type='html'>I was going to rant once more today. But I realised that some people just aren't worth my time. Instead, I'll blog about something which I personally feel is very important. Firstly, let me start by apologizing to my bumiputra friends. I am not defaming your race or religion, I am however giving my opinions (which aren't very complimentary) on certain people of your race and religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't hear already, UMNO Youth has stated that they would like the New Economic Policy (NEP) to return. The purpose of the NEP is to ensure that the 30% bumiputra stake of corporate ownership was maintained. If you'll allow me to quote Mr. Khairy Jamaluddin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“No need to hide. This is the Malay agenda. We want 30% equity for the bumiputras so that they will be on par with the other races.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you look down on your own race?! Do you feel that it isn't possible for you all to be on par with the other races without enlisting the help of the government? Does it make you feel proud if you really do make it on par with the other races through not your own abilities but the government's funding? I'm sorry for you if that's what it takes to make you happy. Indirectly you are telling the entire world that Malays aren't capable of being on par with the other races without the 30% equity for the bumiputras. Gee.. way to make your people look good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I would like to comment on Datuk Mukhriz Mahathir, son of Datuk Seri Dr. Mahathir Mohammad. Our ex-prime minister was and still is someone who I greatly admire. However, I have to comment that his son seems a far cry from his dad's superiority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"He said the NEP had allowed Malays to compete successfully with other races globally."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again somebody has implied that the Malays aren't able to compete successfully with the other races without the help of the NEP. Do you really have so little faith in your own people that you think they cannot succeed in life without the NEP? Even if it's true that it is only through NEP that these people have reaped success, do you think it's right to continue spoon feeding them?! Do you feel that it's ideal to continue treating them like kids?! In school our teachers always say "We cannot keep giving you the answers. You must answer them on your own." So what's this? Why don't the Education Ministry just follow the example of the NEP and give us exams with answers in the back page? What's the difference to offering the NEP to bumis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I quote from The Star newspaper :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukhriz said the Malays were not poor businessmen, bangsat (despicable) or a backward race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are the descendents of a race that once ruled an empire. Our people are known for its culture and resourcefulness,” he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really feel that Malays are such great people, then why do you still want to request for the NEP? Can't you just make it on your own without the help of other people? I refuse to believe that someone who feels the need to enlist the help of others can think so highly of themselves. I'll only truly respect you if you deserve it by striving on your own and accomplishing your success through your own sweat and blood. And anyhow, it doesn't matter what your ancestors did. It doesn't matter if your father was Tarzan, King of the Jungle or George of the Jungle. You'll only be remembered for what you've done in your lifetime and not what your ancestors did in theirs. But I'll give him one thing though. Your people are REALLY known for being resourceful. Using other people's money to claim your own success. Knowing where to dig for water in a desert land. Now THAT's what I call resourceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I would like to add that you shouldn't judge people by generalizing. I'm sure there is a super long list of successful Malays who achieved everything through their own efforts. These are the true Malays whom I will take my hat off to and sincerely respect. Climbing to the top of the mountain through their own efforts. BRAVO!! These are the people you should look up to, NOT the people who gain success through the efforts of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112194661547260294?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112194661547260294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112194661547260294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112194661547260294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112194661547260294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/07/controversy.html' title='Controversy'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112157465510513726</id><published>2005-07-17T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:17:33.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if it's my patience wearing thin or I've just reached my limit but I really have to say that I can't stand it when people speak half truths (especially about me larh... since it is MY blog anyway). I seriously hate it when my friends tell half truths to my other friends with stuff regarding to me. I mean wtf man?! Not only did you leave out important and relevant information, but you also added in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FALSE &lt;/span&gt;information that you made up to cover the holes. I mean although the things you say may not be important and I should not mind but it is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRICKING &lt;/span&gt;irritating to be hearing stories that are only have true about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which I totally &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;is people jumping to conclusions about me. Sigh, this seems to be happening so very often. Just cause you don't know the FULL story, you've already started blaming me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WTF LARH&lt;/span&gt;?!?! Might as well blame everything on me. Why don't you blame me for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRICKING &lt;/span&gt;London bombings just cause I'm a Malaysian and 1 of the bombers had a Malaysian neighbour?! It's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAMN &lt;/span&gt;irritating to be blamed for something that I didn't even do ok?!?! So you say I influenced other people to do something?!?! You don't even know the first word of the story and you're already blaming me?! Sorry to say larh but if they are so easily influenced you need to check check on them first before even looking at me. You can't just force someone to go against their own will. Stop passing judgement even before you know the whole story man. All you heard was one sentence and you assumed 5 other sentences and jumped to your own conclusion. Good job!!! Why don't you read the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and conclude the entire book there and then. SCREW the other chapters! Who needs them?! Definitely not you. (*the angst in this paragraph is not directed at the incident related to the outing at Velvet last night*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the thing which I hate the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOST &lt;/span&gt;is when people keep on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REPEATING&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SAME&lt;/span&gt; story OVER and OVER AGAIN! I mean come on man! You think I really like hearing you tell &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERY SINGLE&lt;/span&gt; Tom, Dick, Harry, Jane, Jill and Little Red Riding Hood that we meet about some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt; incident that happened &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AGES&lt;/span&gt; ago?!?! An incident that I barely even remember!! An incident that in my opinion was very innocent but you make it sound as though the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHOLE DAMN&lt;/span&gt; Earth is going to explode! I've already given up trying to expain myself. Me not defending myself &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DOESN'T&lt;/span&gt; mean that you're right. It just means that I don't give a damn about your Jack and the Beanstalk story. I know you mean no harm with the story and you're merely teasing but after hearing it for the 8765434567th (*totally random number*) time, I'm sick, bored and tired of listening to it. If you're not sick of telling people about it, my ears are sick of listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sometimes I jump to conclusions and tell half truths too. You probably hate it as much as I do. You might even think this is the case of the pot calling the kettle black. I won't say I'm not guilty free of the following deeds. I honestly probably am guilty for doing the things above. If I have pissed any of you off in any kind of way. Please do come up to me and tell me. Sometimes I know we all do things we do not realise hurts or irritates other people. I am no exception so please do let me know if I have done anything wrong to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112157465510513726?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112157465510513726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112157465510513726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112157465510513726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112157465510513726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/07/rant.html' title='RANT!!!!'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112148409649472034</id><published>2005-07-16T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T11:21:36.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Dreams</title><content type='html'>YEAH!! The week has ended!! Gosh, I really had so much to do last week. I'm relieved and glad that the weekends are here. It wasn't exactly a very bad week, just a busy and a little tiring week. I'm glad I've more or less wrapped up the current project I'm on at work. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh, I woke up yesterday morning feeling a little disappointed. During my "beauty sleep" I had nice pleasant Friday Night Dreams. So I woke up feeling as though it was a Saturday morning.... but deep down I knew it was a Friday morning. SIGH!!! Friday Night Dreams are dreams I usually have on weekends where I'll dream of playing, having fun and just enjoying myself. They're different from weekday dreams where I'll dream of work, driving to work and other boring stuff. Sigh, so you get my disappointment when I woke up thinking it was a Saturday only to realise it was a Friday and I still had work to do. I only left the office at 645pm yesterday to wrap up my work. Sorry to say larh... but that's already quite late in my books :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la.... I've had a bit of diarrhoea going on for.... 3 days now.. I STRONGLY belive it's because of the SUPER DUPER heavy supper I had at Murni's on Wednesday night. 1 longan JUMBO and 1 mee utara = GG Kev. Anyway, I kinda deserve to be still sick in a way. Haha... This is what you get for eating curry and durian while having diarrhoea. :p Btw, I've yet to watch any movies in the cinema yet besides Batman Begins. Anyone wants to date me? Please feel free to call me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112148409649472034?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112148409649472034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112148409649472034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112148409649472034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112148409649472034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-night-dreams.html' title='Friday Night Dreams'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112125529596391944</id><published>2005-07-13T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:03:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>First of all, I'd like to admit that I removed my previous post. I did that because I felt that it wasn't right for me to publicize such feelings although no names were mentioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not been very happy for the past week or so. It's not that something specific is bothering me, it's more of me not having anything to motivate myself. I just feel that I'm missing that extra spark in life at this moment. But I try not to let it bother me. There's always a brighter side in life. Just suck it up and put a smile no your face. We always have the choice of looking at the glass if it's half full or half empty. I choose to look at the glass as though it's half empty but I convince myself to be satisfied that at least it's not empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unhappy with how things are turning out for me. But I do my best not to complain anymore. I try to deal with things by myself these days. Gone are the days were I'll call up every Jane, Jill and Judy to express my sadness. I realised that I was only burdening my friends with my problems and I'd rather keep it all to myself these days. Friends can't always be there for you although I will always try my best to. What more can I do but smile and be glad that I'm trying to depend on myself a bit more?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile doesn't always mean a person is happy. It could mean so many different things. You think a the smile drawn on a clown's face means that he is happy? Ever thought of It the clown?? You think that whenever I smile at you I'm happy? Well, think twice. If everything was so straight forward life would be so easy. Life isn't always about ABCs and 123s. When we were in kindagarden, all we learnt was 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. etc... then as we grew up we learnt things like 2.. 4.. 6.. 8... and somewhere along the line we learnt 1.. 1.. 2.. 3.. 5.. 8.. 13.. 21.. Isn't that just like life? All we ever thought of when we were babies were drinking milk and sleeping. Now we have to face the facts of buying our own milk and getting sufficient sleep. As we grow stronger, life grows harder. Smile and reminiscent the times when A = Apple, B = Boy, C = Cat instead of A = Anarchists, B = Blood and gore, C = Chemical warfare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112125529596391944?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112125529596391944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112125529596391944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112125529596391944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112125529596391944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/07/smile_13.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112057001451089017</id><published>2005-07-05T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:27:49.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>Wow, Luna Bar at Wisma Pan Global is such a GREAT chill out place. The view and ambience there is simply breathtaking. A bird's eye view of Kuala Lumpur at night while having a drink, compliemented by the right company; what more can one ask for? I had great company at Luna Bar on Saturday night; having met up with many of my secondary friends. Although I won't say it seems like yesterday that I left high school but I just felt so "at home" on Saturday night. Truly a great time to catch up and all. Anyway, back to Luna Bar. Wow! I would definitely bring my future potential victim there is she hasn't been there before. The ambience is honestly simply the best. Wow man. Hats off to whoever came up with the idea for the bar. 2 thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been feeling my best in the past few days. I miss having someone special to talk to and relay my problems to. By someone special I don't necessary mean a partner. It could be just an extremely close female friend who I feel comfortable being around and telling things to. I've felt rather alone in this aspect for some time now. I've already seriously given up on a few used to be close friends. Depressing, disappointing but very real. Have you ever felt that you're always the one doing the talking, the calling or even the initiator for almost everything; until you feel like a hindrance instead of a friend? Well, I honestly feel this way with some friends. I mean I understand if I don't make an effort to keep in touch. I really dislike people who say "OH! Like that larh! Never call me for so long!! Friend some more!" and yet they don't look at themselves first and realise that they didn't put an effort to keep in touch either. The pot calling the kettle black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I make an effort and get nothing in return, I guess it's best I just give up. Somethings just don't always stay the same. I don't really want to care, but it just isn't all that easy for me to let go of a close friend. Well, maybe I did something wrong in the past that I'm unaware of. Who knows?! Sigh, my phone bills used to sky rocket into the RM 80s and 90s for me alone but it's prolly like in the RM 30s now? Honestly, I do miss having someone to confide to. Someone to share everything with. Someone who will understand you no matter what. Someone who'll scold you when you're wrong. Someone who'll share your joy when something goes right. Someone who'll just listen, someone who'll ask you to shut up and put you back in place. Someone who'll just be there....... someone........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112057001451089017?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112057001451089017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112057001451089017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112057001451089017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112057001451089017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/07/someone.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-112027573262736425</id><published>2005-07-02T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T11:42:12.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I've been dreaming of the same person for the past 2-3 days now. This made me wonder, do our dreams really speak of what our heart yearns to say? I did not expect to have these dreams at this point of time and obviously I can't change the channels. This got me wondering, what's up with the dreams?!?! Well, before any of you get any ideas in the demented minds of yours, let me first clarify that these aren't any naughty or steamy dreams or non-dry dreams either. These are decent U-Rated dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happened in the dreams, but just the fact that it "starred" the same person over and over again kind of bothered me a little. It's rather "coincidental" if you ask me. I had the feeling I was watching old Sylvester Stallone movies. Rocky, Over the Top, Rambo and etc. larh. Same actor different movies. All in the same time span with the same expressions. ZZzzZzZZZzzZzz at least there weren't any re-runs or serials. Rocky 1 - 5, Rambo 1 - 4 = No thanx. Imagine Dream 1 - 5!! &lt;br /&gt;Episode 1 - The Dream &lt;br /&gt;Episode 2 - The Attack of the Dream &lt;br /&gt;Episode 3 - The Dream Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;Episode 4 - The Dream Revisited&lt;br /&gt;Episode 5 - The Return of the Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that I can have my own theme song for the dreams already. Maybe it'll sound a little like the &lt;a href="http://happytreefriends.atomfilms.com/index.html"&gt;Happy Tree Friends&lt;/a&gt; theme song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to interpret my dreams for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-112027573262736425?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/112027573262736425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=112027573262736425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112027573262736425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/112027573262736425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111986242412439279</id><published>2005-06-27T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:21:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I</title><content type='html'>Over the past week or so, I've been doing some personality tests just for the fun of it. I found most of them fairly true. But I guess you've got to be open minded about it. It is got to be nearly impossible for them to pin point your real personality from just a few questions. But I personally found it quite true for me. Maybe it is different for everyone else. The tests are found &lt;a href="http://www.tickle.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;if anyone wants to try. Do post up your results if you don't mind sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Inkblot Report&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 183px; height: 151px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://img148.echo.cx/img148/7648/prselfprotection8ay.gif" border="0" height="51" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unconscious mind is driven most by &lt;em&gt;Self Protection&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha... when I first got that result I was like WTH?! Self protection?!?! What's that?!?! Ok ok... this is what the test says....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;By having your unconscious mind driven most by Self-protection, it appears that you've developed a kind of shield to keep you from either experiencing or expressing strong emotions. This barrier might have formed due to some hurtful situation in your past, or perhaps it's simply your way of minimizing discord and pain. As a result, you're not likely to say hurtful things that you'll have to apologize for later. Unlike many people, you're not normally one to fly off the handle. As one with this unconscious drive, you might find that you tend to intellectualize emotional issues rather than becoming upset or overwrought. This can be a way of distancing ourself from painful feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm... if you ask me, I would say that it is quite true lorh. I mean I find this quite true yet not surprising lar. I shall not comment too much on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My True Talent Report&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my PRIMARY career talent is Abstract Reasoning.... My first reaction to that was what IS abstract reasoning. Ok, I'm just going to copy and paste from the website so I won't embarrass myself in case there's an English expert reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are especially good at processing complex information in a clear and logical manner. As a result, you may be the first person colleagues run to if there's a tough problem to be solved. When handed a new challenge, you're likely to look at it from every angle possible to understand its many aspects before arriving at a thoughtful solution. You seem to understand that answers are rarely clear-cut. People around you probably appreciate this ability to hone in on the gray areas of thorny situations. You can be a first-class thinker.While you may think that having a strength like abstract reasoning sounds very boring, it's really not. You're probably one of those rare folks who can mix two unrelated ideas together to come up with a great new one. Most people aren't as skillful at applying facts outside of their usual contexts as you are. People like you tend to use keen observational skills and analytical prowess in ways that result in clever new solutions and novel perspectives. This combination of strategic thinking and creativity can be an incredible value in a business environment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I find this one nearly extremely true lorh. Although I was a little devastated when I found out that another ability is numerical ability. Oh gosh! How did I not score on that?!?! *bummed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Enneagram Report&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 398px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://img238.echo.cx/img238/8959/prhumanitarian9ac.gif" border="0" height="228" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last test report that I'm going to post up is my enneagram report. I'm a Humanitarian. Ok.. quote again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a Type 2, The Humanitarian, you can feel strongly that your purpose on earth is to be of service to others and to make a difference in the world. Indeed, it's likely that you have a very clear image of yourself as a helper. Whether you take on responsibility in your family, your community, or on a global level, you may need to feel that you're having a positive impact for your life to feel balanced and right. As a result, you probably get involved in a great variety of projects, sometimes over-extending yourself because you have trouble saying no. You may figure that there's no way you can refuse when there's so much to be done in the world. This kind of caring is an admirable trait. Just make sure that you leave yourself time to rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! This is another one which I say it's quite true. ESPECIALLY towards girls. :p I'm sure most of my guy friends can attest to that. Bobby will probably say I'm a man-whore but whatever!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I actually did a few more tests which are quite lame so I didn't bother posting them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111986242412439279?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111986242412439279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111986242412439279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111986242412439279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111986242412439279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/06/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111957286520866179</id><published>2005-06-24T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T08:27:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Comments</title><content type='html'>Kevin isn't a very patient man. Kevin doesn't like to wait for people. Yet, Kevin waited for more than 2 hours at KLCC. Kevin walked around carrying his laptop bag for that entire duration. Kevin finished reading 2 Archie double digests and 1 normal Archie comic. Kevin was bored out of his brains. Do you Kevin would have been pissed?? Sure, under different circumstances Kevin would have been pissed for having to wait so long. But the answer is no. Kevin walked around with a skip and a hop in his stride, read Archie books with an open mind and stood around looking at nonsensical stuff with a smile and a grin on his face. People were probably looking at me thinking "What's wrong with this guy, walking around lugging that heavy laptop bag while smiling to himself?!!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the wait worth it in the end? Yeah sure, Kevin had fun talking and joking over dinner. The company was as sweet and enjoyable as he last remembered. Catching up with friends is something Kevin has always enjoyed. Kevin fetched her back home and yet again the small talk during the journey was pleasant to say the least. Waiting for 2 over hours definitely built up some suspense and anticipation. How would Kevin react after months and months of anticipation? What would be thought of Kevin?? Did he put on weight?! Flurry of thoughts rushed through Kevin's mind as that moment drew closer and closer. EXCITEMENT! SUSPENSE! INTRIGUE! It cannot be denied that the company is such a wonderful person. Then they met up. Everything was great, BUT ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111957286520866179?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111957286520866179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111957286520866179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111957286520866179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111957286520866179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-comments.html' title='No Comments'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111945627329146021</id><published>2005-06-23T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:04:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Update</title><content type='html'>So far it has been an eventful week. Been at the client’s office since Monday. My senior has been assigned to Labuan for a week, so I’ve been there alone so far. Thank goodness for the financial auditors there if not I’ll be bored out of my brain. I guess that is one good thing about my job is that I get to meet many people from different departments. This group of financial auditors is really friendly and nice, so it hasn’t been too difficult to make small talk here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started AWFULLY for me. Firstly, I forgot my organizer. Thankfully I remembered it before entering the lift. Then, I realized that I had forgotten my tie just as I was to step into the car. Thankfully my dad said he had an extra tie in the office so I could take his. Worst of all, my wallet dropped out from my pants pocket while I was in the car so I had to return to the car to retrieve it. Sigh, if this morning is any indication of how my day will go, I’m looking forward to it ending. It isn’t even 9pm and I’m already dreading the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that do not know, I went up Genting over the weekend. Julian and Wei Lik drove up on Friday night and we came down on Saturday evening. I DEFINITELY had a good time there. Not like I won any money or anything but it was good because I had time to enjoy myself without any qualms. It was real fun to just hang out and chill out with Wei Lik, Yin Ping, Bobby, Yoong and Julian there. Just looking for the mamak at 1-2am in the morning was already a mini-adventure for all of us. Haha…. We did go to the Casino, but I didn’t gamble. Gambling just isn’t my thing. Yeah yeah, I know I’m sure a bore but too bad. :p Anyway, I watched other people gambling away their money. I couldn’t really grasp the whole concept of Baccarat although I was trying my best to pay attention to it. The rules of Blackjack there are ENTIRELY different from the rules we play during Chinese New Year. Roulette has got to be the most boring thing in the world and slots is just lame. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, we really had fun drinking and talking in the rooms. Haha… more pictures of my holding alcohol coming soon. :p Further information on what happened next shall within the Fellowship of the Beer in Genting. Hahaha… but all in all, I would say the Genting trip was money well spent. Don’t worry Jues, I won’t run away with your toll and petrol money.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An all guys trip is always fun, because every kind of rubbish and crap you can think of will definitely come out. Guys among guys will never hold back whatever stupid thing is in their mind. But that’s the fun part you see. If everyone just opens up and be themselves, it is definitely a great time. But of course, if you go for a short trip with girls it is also fun in its own way. ESPECIALLY if it is a girl you can really talk to or you kind of have feelings for. Just taking late night walks in the near-cold Genting weather, talking about anything under the sun (moon in this case), doing nothing special but just enjoying each others company. Makes me wish I had someone to spend such quality time with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Mandy and Cindy may not reply to the last part of this post because I do not want to spend such quality time with the 2 of you. :p Besides the both of them, any other       girls are more than welcomed to submit your “CV” to me. Hahaha…..  OH OH! Bobby is not allowed to apply either. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111945627329146021?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111945627329146021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111945627329146021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111945627329146021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111945627329146021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekly-update.html' title='Weekly Update'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111918979684608628</id><published>2005-06-19T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:30:01.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly School Kids</title><content type='html'>Another week went by without much excitement until the story on the road bullies in Victoria Institute came out in the news. Story link is &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/6/18/nation/11256121&amp;sec=nation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. For those that do not know, Victoria Institute is supposed to be an extremely good secondary school in the city of Kuala Lumpur. Although the focus is on the bullies but I feel that the victim did it to himself. I mean come on, he decided that he was more important than the others and proceeded to cut the queue to the sick room. What is that?! It is a sick room! Where's did his conscience and manners run to?! Although he probably did not deserved to get beat up but he truly did it to himself. Kids these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was followed up with a &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/6/19/nation/11262381&amp;sec=nation"&gt;statement &lt;/a&gt;from the Education Minister Datuk Seri Hishamuddin Tun Hussein saying that he will protect the victims of school bullies. No offense but how much assurance or protection can you give these victims if they are targetted by gangs? Can you protect them 24/7 from other members of the gang although you assaulters are thrown out from school? Are you going to call the cops in to follow the victims in school, to their car and back home? Sigh, school gangs are so much bigger than that. Hats of to him if he really tries his best but don't promise things you can't do. I'm not saying he can't protect them fully, but I personally doubt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School gangs and bullies have always been around. Even back in the secondary school days, although gang fights were few and far between but they were definitely not a fantasy. Being a prefect, it was pretty obvious who the kids who required "special" attention were. Lucky for me, I never got into real trouble with them. Maybe I was a little pussy who didn't dare challenge them but being an aggressive prefect was never my style. I always believed that it is better to talk things out an negotiate a little, give and take a little rather than screaming, shouting or threatening them. I guess everybody has their own style. Some people prefer being the threatening kind but if I was at the receiving end, I would hardly give a damn. Well, I guess if I wasn't a prefect I would be a rebellious little punk. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... these brings back memories of the good ol' school days. Parangs, flying kicks, masked Malay gangsters, chases around the school and many more. Wow... such "fond" memories. Haha... I remember looking out from my classroom window to see some Malay gangsters running away from a group of Chinese gangsters, a car pulling up, opening its trunk and out comes the parangs. CHASE CHASE CHASE!! After that, got censored by the school walls. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111918979684608628?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111918979684608628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111918979684608628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111918979684608628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111918979684608628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/06/silly-school-kids.html' title='Silly School Kids'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111870618146401634</id><published>2005-06-14T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:43:01.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Relationships</title><content type='html'>I had a nice conversation with a friend (name withheld due to confidentiality) just the other day. We were talking about relationships. Friend mentioned that it’s always a little hard to let go of a past relationship until you’ve found someone new. I couldn’t have said it better myself and I added that you won’t really fully let go until you find someone knew. I’m not hinting that I’m still interested in my ex or anything. Although I may sound as if I’m contradicting myself but I have let go of my past relationship. The distance between the both of us really made a huge difference. But there are times when I feel rather lonely that I look back and remember how nice it was to have a girlfriend around. Being my one and only ex, of course there was no one else for me to look back to, so I guess I haven’t fully let go yet. I can’t possibly try to “remember” how “nice” it was to hug Angelina Jolie or someone else right? Of course I can only truly remember how nice it was when it really happened. Although I’ve gotten over the stage of wanting to get back together with her, but I doesn’t change the fact that it felt good to have a girlfriend and it does bring back good memories when I’m feeling all alone. So for my case and apparently friend’s too, we agree that the getting over phase is encouraged to pass faster if there’s someone new in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that friend said was we don’t really forget about the people we like before. Although friend was probably referring to a past relationship, but I feel that it is very true for me in the sense of people I’ve liked before, not only past relationships. I mean I’m not the kind that really likes or forgets a person that easily. If I had actually tried to go after a girl and I failed miserably, the feeling of like just doesn’t go away all that easily. After months of minimal communication, the memories of what a great catch she would be flows back into my mind. All the reasons why I liked her previously will just continue gushing back in. There has to be some substantial reasons why I fell for her in the first place. In all honesty, there might not be as much feelings involved this time compared to previously, but just remembering those times makes me wanna know her better all over again. I’m not really the type that can move on with their life after facing rejection. To me, every girl I’ve fallen for are special in their own way and therefore I’ll always remember what was it about them that made me fall or them. Sigh, I wish I could just move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failing one may not mean failing again but falling flat on your face makes you smarter the second time round. Your brain tells you not to embarrass yourself again, yet your heart tells you to give it another try. Well, see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111870618146401634?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111870618146401634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111870618146401634&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111870618146401634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111870618146401634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-relationships.html' title='Love &amp; Relationships'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111844275306751175</id><published>2005-06-11T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T09:51:48.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HORRIFIC Parenting</title><content type='html'>Most Malaysians would know about the 4 young boys who got lost in Fraser's Hill while jungle trekking. Thank God they were found alive and kicking 3-4 days after going missing. Sure, everyone is glad that they are safe and all but I would like to comment that I personally feel that their parents are super duper irresponsible. I mean, yor kids are only 9, 10, 14 and 16 and you let them wander off into the woods all alone with no adult supervision?!?! I'm sorry to say but I think that that shows no sense of responsibiliy what so ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have my own kids, I'll give my children more freedom once they reach Form 4 or 5 depending on the situation in the future. :p I'll most probably allow my Form 4 son to go jungle trekking without adult supervision (ala scouts) but I'll DEFINITELY disallow him to bring my other younger sons along. That is IF I have enough sons to pull that off. :p In my own opinion that's just plain stupidity. I honestly don't care if my children call me over-protective and inconsiderate but I'd much rather be an inconsiderate dad who still has many chances to make up for it than to be remembered/known as the cool and understanding dad who has no children to continue being cool and understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be extremely thankful that they survived this ordeal. Don't get me wrong, I am TOTALLY thankful that they managed to come through this experience all healthy and well. But I believe the fact that the parents should have done a better parenting job here has been put aside due to the anxiety to find them and now the joy of finding them. This is only in my own opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111844275306751175?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111844275306751175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111844275306751175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111844275306751175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111844275306751175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/06/horrific-parenting.html' title='HORRIFIC Parenting'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111781842599172539</id><published>2005-06-04T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:07:05.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negara siapa?</title><content type='html'>I know this is actually old news (i.e. Wednesday's news) but I still want to blog about this. For those who do not know yet, the Malaysian government encouraging cinemas to play our national anthem before the airing of each movie. The article is found &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/6/1/nation/11096392&amp;sec=nation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You'll have to excuse me for finding this EXTREMELY silly. Apparently this is to evoke a sense of patriotism and pride in Malaysians. Sad to say, if I'm forced to stand up and sing that darned song everytime I watch a movie, it will actually promote a sense of hatred and dispise for the song instead. I mean don't you think it is so silly to force something like that down people's throat? Not only will it not make me feel prouder to be a Malaysian, but I would detest the song and the government for enforcing such a stupid rule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, our Negaraku is pale in comparison with the national anthem of America which is rather catchy. There have been numerous people who auditioned for American Idol by singing their national anthem although not many were good enough. But imagine if someone actually sang Negaraku for Malaysian Idol auditions. Gosh! I'm sure that would be an extremely stupid decision. Firstly, the song is SO slow and dead and the song has no beat or harmony what so ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a note of finality, I would like to say that IF the Negaraku is played at the beginning of my movies, the government may have successfully forced me to listen to it but that doesn't mean they can force me to stand and sing it. Well, it's up to them what happens. I personally think it's degrading and silly to do that. You think the Malaysian public would actually respect the country more for doing that?! Well, it is their decision. Fight it out among themselves and decide. May the man who accepts the most bribes win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111781842599172539?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111781842599172539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111781842599172539&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111781842599172539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111781842599172539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/06/negara-siapa.html' title='Negara siapa?'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111753806529994099</id><published>2005-05-31T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:17:19.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerest Apologies</title><content type='html'>Ok.. first of all, I would like to apologize to anybody who was offended by my previous post and especially Lok who has openly declared that it was him who sent me that message. I send out my sincerest apologies because I did not mean for my post to be targetted at anyone. I was merely targetting the words and the meaning of that sentence that's all. I would &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt; talk bad about a friend who I had something against on my blog before confronting him/her personally. I will tell them personally or I'll just bitch about them behind their backs to other friends. :p But &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;on my blog. Anyway, after talking to a couple of friends, I realised the wrong of my ways. To cut things short, I was wrong in limiting the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; to physical abilities alone. I failed to recognize the usage of that word in terms of responsibility and self abilities such as having a prior engagement and hence you can't make it to another event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I went to a client's place for the first time today! YAY! WHOOPIE DOO! But I was there for only 2 hours at max. Haha... Oh oh... I tell you, it was SO demotivating during the meeting with the client. The client passed out his business card, and my seniors repaid the honour by passing him theirs. Then guess what?! He put his hands out to "take" mine and surprise surprise, I have no name card. SIGH!!! Yes yes, I'm a newbie hence I have no card. I just smiled and took my seat on the chair for juniors who don't have business cards. :p Haha... well, I took at seat larh. If not what am I supposed to tell him?? "I'm so sorry Mr. Manager, I'm too noob for them to give me a business card but I'll be glad to give you me e-mail address and phone number if you really want to know me better." How's that for starters? :p Don't get me wrong yah, I have nothing against EY for not giving me a business card. After all, I'm not even a confirmed staff and I'm a mere Associate 2. If i were in their shoes, I would do the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an even brighter note, I've officiallly GRADUATED! For those that have not congratulated me yet, this is a very good time to do so. :p I didn't take any photos with my collegemates with my camera because I was too lazy to take it out. But I did take a few with Tin Yoong's camera. I only have 2 pics with me at the moment because Yoong is such a lazy ass the didn't want to pass them to me last night. Hope to get them soon. For now, here's my entire "collection".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.echo.cx/img180/4391/grad18qn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jennifer and Yoong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img161.echo.cx/img161/9674/grad24hn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng Soon, Jolyn and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111753806529994099?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111753806529994099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111753806529994099&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111753806529994099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111753806529994099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/sincerest-apologies.html' title='Sincerest Apologies'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111746238380900238</id><published>2005-05-30T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:13:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When 2 become 1</title><content type='html'>Last Friday night, a couple of us went out for a late night movie, Madagascar. I realised something while inviting my friends to come for the movie. I booked 18 tickets via the net for the movie because I was expecting more than 12 people so I just asked as many friends as I could. Anyway, 1 of the replies I received was "I doubt I can make it because my gf can't come." Well, not exactly in that way but the meaning remains with the people involved remaining anounymous. Let me explain that I have TOTALLY nothing against my friend for saying that. That isn't the first time I've received such a sms and I know I've probably used that line more than once or twice while I was attached too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to ask is when do 2 individuals end up being 1? It's like saying "Oh, my right hand can't touch floor because my left hand is touching the ceiling" or even "I can't be in Penang while I'm in Selangor." The difference is we are 2 individually different people, so what does Person A not being able to come got to do with Person B not coming? Of course I do understand that being a couple, maybe your girlfriend wants to watch the movie hence you don't want to watch it with your friends in order to watch it with her in the near future. BUT that does not mean you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; it merely means you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't want to&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I stress that I have nothing against people who say that sentence because like I said, it's a perfectly normal thing to say when you're attached. I've definitely used it before and I ain't shy to admit it, but I'm just questioning it's "truthfulness" or "suitability" in such situations. I'll probably use that sentence sub-conciously if/when I get attached again but I just don't think it's the most appropriate reason to give your friends. I definitely think that a better answer or response would be "Gf can't come and I'm hoping to catch the movie with her so I'll pass." I hope no offense has been taken because I really don't mean any. I'm just questioning it out of all truthfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111746238380900238?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111746238380900238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111746238380900238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111746238380900238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111746238380900238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-2-become-1.html' title='When 2 become 1'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111726940990104395</id><published>2005-05-28T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:19:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achievement of the year.....</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!!! I can't believe this. I actually made &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue &lt;/a&gt;reply to a comment I put up regarding one of her posts. :p Hahaha, actually this is probably my second or is it my virgin reply to a post of hers? I can't remember but I did e-mail her once regarding a post of hers regarding Christianity. It's not as though I've always been wanting to comment on her blog, I actually posted this time because I was awfully bored at work. :p Well, here's my &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-of-trademark-things-about.html#comments"&gt;comment &lt;/a&gt;and her reply. I don't believe she replied well, it's not as though I insulted her in anyway. I was merely stating my own opinion in what I believe was rather non-aggressively but whatever. Hahaha... yes, I do feel rather hard done by. I mean is it so wrong for someone to post up their own opinion on another person's blog? We all do it in real life, why not on cyberspace? If someone I disagree with someone's comment during a conversation, I would definitely state my argument, wouldn't you? Just because I don't agree with ones opinion does not mean I am insulting you. Furthermore, I didn't even say I'm The-All-Knowing-Kev. If you actually read her post, you'd realise that I'm not the one "questioning the rational" of things I can't do or don't believe in. Sigh... ok ok... I know I'm rambling and I could probably go on and on regarding this matter forever but I'll choose to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a brighter note, I found this brilliant Malaysian blogger, &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;Kennysia&lt;/a&gt;. I think he's an incredible blogger. I give him props for his sense of humour. I had such a great time reading his previous posts and of course his current ones. If you guys are free you should go and check his blog out. Utterly entertaining, that's my 2 cents larh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111726940990104395?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111726940990104395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111726940990104395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111726940990104395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111726940990104395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/achievement-of-year.html' title='Achievement of the year.....'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111702693666549303</id><published>2005-05-25T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:17:07.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooing Present</title><content type='html'>There are many presents a guy can buy for a girl, especially if the guy is wooing the girl. Recently, my friend told me that a guy bought her a Shih Tzu as a present. My jaw practically dropped to the floor. Wow! A Shih Tzu or any pure breed isn't cheap. But well, it isn't my money so what the heck. Anyway, my friend said that it isn't the price and present that counts but the thought put into it. It was then I realised that there is actually SO MUCH thought put into buying a dog as a present. I honestly feel that a dog is one of the BEST presents a guy can buy for a girl he's after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying a dog for a girl gives you every single reason to visit the girl more often. Whenever you feel like paying her a visit, just give the excuse that you want to see the dog. It's a little hard for her to say "No" you see. You did pay for the dog after all. So in a way she should/might/would feel a little indebted to you paying for the dog that she'll do her best to allow you to come visit. See, a dog would secure you more opportunities to visit and see the girl of your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, caring for the dog together might actually encourage some mutual feelings between the both of you. Caring for a pet is sort of like raising a baby except no human sex or labour involved at the start. Haha... so getting a puppy would be like training to care for a future baby. A lot of emotions and feelings will be involved, therefore it is possible that special feelings might develop between you and your target through constant care for the puppy. Imagine the joys that you 2 would share playing with the puppy and teaching the puppy new tricks and also the tears she'll shed on your shoulder when the puppy gets sick or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course diamond rings and other expensive gifts would also work with most girls but I just feel that a dog is really an ideal present if you have the money. Sad to say, I don't and I don't think I would spend so much money on a girl that I'm chasing. Honestly speaking, I don't think I'm good at wooing girls. Not only am I unwilling to spend too much money on her, but I doubt I have the charisma, sense of humour and whatever else is need to be a good wooer. Haha.... :p Well, we'll see in the future. I hope no future candidates will be reading this post. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111702693666549303?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111702693666549303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111702693666549303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111702693666549303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111702693666549303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/wooing-present.html' title='Wooing Present'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111643239620839581</id><published>2005-05-18T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T00:06:36.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Kev.</title><content type='html'>Urgh... my first ever post as a working man. Hrm... my first day in Ernst &amp;amp; Young was alright. Attended a short briefing to fill in some forms and I was taken to my Adminstrative Officer (AO). My AO took my to collect my laptop and my flash card as well as briefed me on some programs that I needed to access and also which manager I was assigned too for my first assignment. Wow, my first assignment already?! I did not expect that, but I guess this is the working world. My manager for this project assigned me a senior to guide me through my first assignment and I'm really thankful and grateful that she did. My senior is Chia Ying, she's senior from DJ 4 years elder than I am and she has a brother who's 1 year my senior whom I actually know, Vince Chang. What a small world. So anyway, my first day was rather uneventful. She just gave me some files to read up for our upcoming project. Gosh, I got so bored so I merely pretended to read it after a while. :p Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my second day was better. Chia Ying took the initiative to sit beside me so I could ask her any questions if I had any. I mean it's not like she's obligated to help me out because technically she's only my senior for the project and it's not like she's my direct mentor or something but I can see she's actually trying to ease my transition into the department as much as possible. She even invited me to join them for lunch that day. Ok lar, I guess it's a very small matter and almost everyone would do that, but just the fact that she actually did it is good enough for me. ANYWAY, after reading the files, I just did a summary of what I need to do for this upcoming project and I ended my day. Then I went for dinner with Soo Yee at SS2, "Wai Sik Kai" or known to me as WSK or to others as SS2 Medan Selera. We both shared a pineapple fried rice (2/5 ratings), prawn fried rice (3/5) and tomyam soup (3/5) for a grand total of only RM13. The food is honestly not too bad larh, especially if you take into account it only cost RM13. After dinner I dropped her back, went back to shower and change then went out again for a drink with Linitha (who just came back), Kuan Yeet and Sian Huey at Murni's. Wow... don't mess with 3 girls man. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot, third day at work. I have to say I enjoyed this day the most. :p Haha... For the first time, I actually felt useful! Hahaha.... My project with Chia Ying has yet to start, because she's REALLY busy with some backdated projects, so she has to finish them up first. Wah!! I see this manager nearly every 2 hours come and bug her since yesterday man. I'm sure she's doing her work and all but it's just this manager is super demanding man. Sigh, ok ok so I do feel bad for her. At the start of the day, she gave me this software to go through and play around with because I'll probably be using it for the project. After playing around with the program a while and her manager coming on and off, she asked me if I wanted to do something and of course I was ever willing to help. I ended up doing some very basic stuff, it was more or less like data entry larh. Haha... but what do you expect?! Then later in the day, she asked me if I would like to help her and of course I said yes lar. I mean she didn't force me to help her but at the same time who in their right mind would say "Erm... nah, I don't think so. I'll just sit here and msn or sametime." Haha... but that's beside the point. So anyway, of course I was like the Eveready bunny gunning to do something lar. At first she asked me if I could just play around with 2 powerpoint files and merge it without losing the slide formats. Honestly, that was pretty easy so I completed that in like below 5 minutes. Then after more nagging from the manager, she again asked me nicely if I wanted some work to do. This time I actually did some audit work. It was like audit work on Excel in Powerpoint and required some documentation and all. I stayed back till like 6 to complete that larh, although it was pretty ok work but it's tedious larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things will definitely get tougher and tougher from here on but I hope I'm up to the challenge. My colleagues are quite friendly and all. Well, we'll see how it goes then. Ok sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111643239620839581?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111643239620839581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111643239620839581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111643239620839581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111643239620839581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/working-kev.html' title='Working Kev.'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111616675119658012</id><published>2005-05-15T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:19:11.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two LOOOOOOONG Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fuiyoh! These past 2 days have been CRAZY man! I’m starting work tomorrow and my last 2 days of “freedom” have been spent mostly out of the house. I actually secretly wanted to rest a little more before I start work but I just didn’t find the time and also discipline to stay home. :p Ok… let’s start with Saturday.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;APIIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove down to APIIT to register and collect my convocation gown. By the time I reached APIIT it was around 1130am and it was already packed with happy soon-to-be-graduating students. Sigh, by the time I collected my gown, they didn’t have 1 in my size. I was given a ‘M’ to try on. It was actually rather wearable but a little too tight, so I asked for a ‘L’. Surprise, surprise!! The darned ‘L’ was even tighter than the ‘M’ and they didn’t have anymore ‘XL’s. Sigh, so I was forced to take the ‘M’. After registering for the tickets and collecting my gown, I had to fill in some stupid online form thing for the government. Gosh! Some people just take AGES in filling it up!! Sigh… couldn’t believe how stupid some of these graduates are!! I mean what the heck man, I took like less than 5 minutes to fill it up while some of them actually took like 10 minutes MINIMUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post-APIIT and basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so whatever larh. By the time I left APIIT was around 1pm. I wanted to meet up with YitHui for lunch but I couldn’t because I had basketball at 2pm. So I just dropped my stuff off at home, fetched Akmal and proceeded to Centrepoint McDonald’s to lead Tarry and Desmond to my church. By the time we arrived at the court was like 215pm, so technically we wasted RM8.75. :p Hahaha…. Anyway, only 6 of us came for basketball because some friends “let go our aeroplane”.  Ok, anyway... it’s fine, so we played till 4. Then I took a shower at the sports complex and went downstairs to attend the Alpha Course at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH!! I was still sweating like a pig when I went there…. SO pai seh!!!! My t-shirt got TOTALLY messed up with a HUGE rust stain from carrying chairs which eventually weren’t even used!! GGGGRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Sigh, after the Alpha Course I had to rush home to&lt;br /&gt;change my t-shirt because it was REALLY awful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post-church and Eiran's Gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to rush to collect the satay for the Eiran’s birthday gathering from SS2 (old Chow Yang coffeeshop). Anyway, I eventually arrived at Cynthia’s and Eugene’s around 815pm or so. After a nice delicious dinner, watching Phantom of the Opera and going through David’s photos from his recent visit to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Wow! &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is SO beautiful man! Sigh, I wish I could go there. By the time I reached home it was around 12am, and my day didn’t end there. My DOTA friends asked me to play a game with them so I did. I finally slept at around 2am. ZZzZzZzzzzZzZzZz&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok… disclaimer first. I’m not the best or most disciplined Christian in the world and I’ve never claimed to be and I’ll be the first to admit to that. Besides that, please do not generalize the Christian community from me alone and don’t ever ever use me as a role model Christian. :p&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No-go-church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, anyway… I woke up at 8am today to attend church, BUT due to my laziness and the fact that I’ll be starting work tomorrow, I decided to sleep in. Sigh, I’m such a bad Christian. I finally woke up at 10am feeling a little guilty and bad, so I did my quiet time. :p Haha… I know some of my cell group members to read my blog, hopefully they’ll go easy on me! *hint*hint* Hahaha…. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunrise and Amcorp for Flea Markets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at 11am I went to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sunrise&lt;/st1:City&gt; at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mount&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kiara&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for their flea market with Soo Yee. After going 2 complete rounds, Soo Yee eventually bought a earring. Sigh, ONE item bought only!! *GRuMbLeS* After that, we proceeded to Amcorp Mall for their version of a flea market. Unfortunately, the field opposite Amcorp was holding some Entrepreneur Carnival thing so there were many cars there. Heh heh, the carnival thing was just another excuse to give the bumis a chance to get a better life than us non-bumis if you ask me. NOT that I’m being racist or what but sometimes you just got to admit that bumis get more privileges than us non-bumis. Ok, back to Amcorp!! Their version of a flea market is SO cool!! Soo Yee and I were like walking around and pointing at more than half the stuff there!! Most of the stalls were run by antique shop owners so there were many antiques on display. Oh gosh!! We were being so “tau kei” man! Here’s an example of our conversation:-&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Kevin: WAH!! Look at that…. *points at antique locks* SO OLD man!!&lt;br /&gt;Soo Yee: *picks up lock* Hee hee… this one really antique…&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Excuse me Mr. Stall Owner (Ok maybe I didn’t exactly say that but you understand larh… :p), how much are the locks?&lt;br /&gt;MSO: Oh, this is RM400, this one RM200 and this small one is RM150. They are at least 100 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Soo Yee: WAH! So old!! We weren’t even born yet.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: ………….&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok ok…. Yet another example….&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soo Yee: WAH!! Look at that coinbox!! I got something like that last time!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Really ah?! Eh, I got that coinbox too!! (*points at some camel looking coinbox from I forgot what bank*)&lt;br /&gt;Soo Yee: YAH YAH!! I got that and that and that one last time!!! WAH!! I can bring my stuff here to sell!!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: …………..&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hahaha… so roughly you get the idea of what happened there larh. :p Anyway, we had lunch at some nasi kandar shop at the basement. The food was quite ok actually. The fried chicken and curry mutton I had were quite nice while the Nasi Pattaya that Soo Yee took was surprisingly nice too. By the way, going out with Soo Yee is a BAD idea!! She throws food to me when she’s full!!! BAH! Well, after walking nearly the whole of Amcorp, we didn’t buy anything except for a manila card and some hard cover cardboard for her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post-flea markets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping her home, I went home to get some shut eye. I managed to catch about a full hour of sleep before I went for basketball then dinner with family at 7pm and finally back home to pack my stuff for tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WAH!! What a mess man! I think I over-wrote. :p Hahaha… Anyway, I went for dinner with Soo Yee at Pizza Uno on Friday. I don’t think their pizza’s are much a shout about. We shared a large Romeo Special or something like that, a Ceasar’s Salad and a tiramisu. Their tiramisu isn’t that nice either. I am all praises for their pasta though. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ok… everyone please pray for me to have a good transition into the working world yah? Thanks…. Wish me good luck and that I’ll get good seniors who are willing to train me and provide me with the proper knowledge to excel in the company. Ok ok… hope for the best…&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111616675119658012?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111616675119658012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111616675119658012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111616675119658012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111616675119658012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/two-looooooong-days.html' title='Two LOOOOOOONG Days'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111590464102866786</id><published>2005-05-12T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:43:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Employment Offer Letter</title><content type='html'>I went to Ernst &amp; Young today to collect my Employment Offer Letter. So it has been confirmed that my pay will be RM2100 per month and I'm under 3 months probation. Although my pay will be RM2100, I'll be taking back only RM1700/1800 after EPF, SOCSO and some EY Sports Club thingy. If you're wondering what Sports Club thing, please allow me to quote the offer letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All employees are required to be members of the Firm's sports club and the subscription to the club shall be deducted from the employee's salary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sigh, so I don't even know how much the subscription is. I felt so cheated when I read it man! But I guess that's what the working world is about. The worst thing is I don't even know what the sports club is!! Well, let's wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went through a breakdown of my expenditures according to my pay. Heh heh, anyone interested in seeing how it goes? Well, I'm still gonna post it here anyway so if you aren't interested then don't bother scrolling down yeah. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok..... here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take home pay  = 1700 (minimum)&lt;br /&gt;Parking charges =   100&lt;br /&gt;Petrol                   =   200&lt;br /&gt;Lunch                  =   300&lt;br /&gt;Handphone bill   =    50&lt;br /&gt;Sports activities  =   50&lt;br /&gt;Mom                     =  150&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment    =  250&lt;br /&gt;Savings                 =  500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves me with RM 100 as emergency cash. Well, that's alright I guess. My mom says I don't have to give her allowance but if she'll accept it, I'm ever ready to give it to her. I allocated the minimum for parking and petrol. The 300 combined is if I only stay in the office and I don't venture out to the client's office. One thing that I would like to add is luckily I'm single for now so I don't have "other obligations" besides myself. Hahahaha.... :p Anyway, if I left out any expenditures in my calculations do let me know. Then I'll have to revise my cash flow plan a little. Maybe cut a little here and there to fit in whatever I missed out. Thanks yah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You can't lose when you help others win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May 12th 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111590464102866786?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111590464102866786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111590464102866786&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111590464102866786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111590464102866786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/employment-offer-letter.html' title='Employment Offer Letter'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111573800060651714</id><published>2005-05-10T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:20:12.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Mania</title><content type='html'>Woot!! I spent close to 2 hours in KLCC shopping for some new working clothes. It's not like I actually walked around though. I spent all that time in only 2 shops. Firstly, I went to G2000 in Isetan, KLCC because there was a sale on. Anyone who wants to shop for working clothes should go there. Some shirts are like 50% off. No no... they're perfectly fine looking shirts, not those dodgy ones which you see in some 1980s movie. Gosh, I spent like over an hour there trying on like less than 7 pieces of clothing before buying only a shirt and a pair of slacks. :p Wahaha... I was being so indecisive man. I was constantly walking in and out of the dressing room thinking if I should buy that piece I tried on. GOSH! Yet another bimbo moment in my life! This is getting too frequent! It has to stop!!! *Grumble*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying only TWO garments, I then went to the G2000 boutique in KLCC but outside Isetan. Haha... yeah I know!! You're probably thinking G2000 AGAIN?!!? Well, in my defense.. the boutique has a larger variety of clothes compared to the small little area they have in Isetan. So after looking around and trying on a few more pieces, I finally decided to buy 3 other shirts and 1 tie. So I'm done shopping for my new working clothes. I know, I know.... why all G2000 right!?! I guess if there was a shirt or t-shirt saying "G2000 Addict" I will buy it. I think G2000 sells great working clothes for guys. Anyway, the total damage was about RM 450!! WAH! Spending money even before I have any income. Not a good start!! But hopefully my parents won't deduct it from me because I used their credit card to sign for it. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok... enough of me spending money for now. To help encourage me to read this little book on Christianity, I shall post a short quote from it every time I update my blog. This little book is called "Our Daily Bread." It's basically like the "Chicken Soup" series except in the Christian context. There's a short testimony for every day of the year, so we basically read 1 testimony everyday. Every testimony ends with a short quote, so I'll try to post up the quote of the day from there. Hopefully this encourages me to read the book daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When living under clouds of adversity, remember that the sun is still shining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May 10th 2005&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111573800060651714?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111573800060651714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111573800060651714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111573800060651714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111573800060651714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/shopping-mania.html' title='Shopping Mania'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111565870612545979</id><published>2005-05-10T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:11:46.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Update</title><content type='html'>I was actually planning to keep quiet about my job offer from EY at least until I get hold of the contract offer or even put my signature on it. But since someone already congratulated me on it I guess I shall spill the beans. Yeah, I received a call from EY saying that they are ready to offer me a position in their organization. I think I'll be starting off as an Associate in Technology and Security Risk Services (TSRS). I'll start next Monday, but I think it'll be an orientation thing on Monday so I guess I'll be really starting work on Tuesday or Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I'll be starting work FINALLY! GOSH! Been waiting too long already. My brain is already half mush. Well, I hope I'll do fine. I'm basically starting the job with no prior experience of knowledge in this line. But I'm really looking forward to this. I think I'm the last of my friends to start work. So it's good that I finally found a job. :) No more slacking and downloading TV series every  day of the week. Time to get some SERIOUS work done! Haha.... well, hopefully I'll enjoy this job and really go all out for it. Ok ok... Ernst &amp;amp; Young... be prepared for the arrival of Kevin Leng! Other companies that rejected my application... too bad, you lost out on an excellent employee! Haha... :p Yes, yes I know self praise is no praise but who cares... I'm entitled to my moment of oi-ness once in awhile. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111565870612545979?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111565870612545979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111565870612545979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111565870612545979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111565870612545979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/job-update.html' title='Job Update'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111557776590804786</id><published>2005-05-09T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:42:45.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link-ety links.....</title><content type='html'>Haha... 1 reason why I ABSOLUTELY prefer blogspot is that I'm not able to link up sites other than xanga sites. Hence, as you can see on my side bar I have linked several blogs belonging to my friends. To my friends who I linked up, I hope you don't mind and please don't be bummed that you're last or second last or whatever. I did not do it in any particular order of preference. Being on top does not mean I love your blog the most (*Ms. Unilinguist - don't be mad... I didn't say I do not love your blog the most... I'm just keeping it a secret which is my fave blog*). Neither does being at the bottom mean that I visit your blog the least. OH! And if you name isn't linked up, it doesn't mean I do not read your blog. It just means that I'm being old and I forgot about it. :p In addition to that, I recently reformatted my desktop AND notebook hence I lost a few sites. So if you all don't mind, do leave me a message with your blog URL and I'll link you up as soon as possible. It will be my pleasure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm so addicted to reading other people's blogs. So just post up your URL here and I'll check it out. :p I'm so KPC man I tell you. Haha... Gosh, I wonder what will I do when I start working. I'll probably be SO traumatised that I don't get to read so many blogs. Sigh... Hahaha... I need a life!! Well, technically I DO have a life, it's a life of reading blogs and bumming around. :p But seriously, I need a real proper life which involves girls, a  job and preferably a winning lottery ticket. :p Ok ok.... mind wandering too randomly now... just drop me a message on MSN or here regarding your blog URLs. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111557776590804786?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111557776590804786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111557776590804786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111557776590804786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111557776590804786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/link-ety-links.html' title='Link-ety links.....'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719024.post-111547195362901230</id><published>2005-05-07T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:14:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post on Blogspot</title><content type='html'>Ah... my very first post on blogspot. Not going to say much for now. I'll be going out in a couple of minutes. Will update again as soon as possible, although not much has been happening. Well, I linked up a few of my friends. Feel free to look at their blogs too. Bye bye.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719024-111547195362901230?l=kevinleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/feeds/111547195362901230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719024&amp;postID=111547195362901230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111547195362901230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719024/posts/default/111547195362901230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinleng.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-post-on-blogspot.html' title='First Post on Blogspot'/><author><name>Kev-The-Old-Man Leng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img8.echo.cx/img8/360/test0yh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
