<?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-8537410089038649964</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:05:51.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of a sentimental guy</title><subtitle type='html'>Well this is my blog, I'll scribble down whatever things I would like to express here. I may not be a good writer nor entertainer, but hopefully this will be an interesting blog for u guys :-p</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-5657293575631329959</id><published>2009-08-07T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:25:10.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired..tired..tired..</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I updated my blog, just kinda busy to update, or u can say that I'm lazy lah. Anyway I would like to blog on what's happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I sleep late very often, I felt quite tired especially yesterday. Around 12am I slept and intended to wake up to continue my studies on tax coursework on thursday. However I slept through the whole day and unable to wake up. I even replied a message around 3am without my own conscious,yikes...There was even phone calls, which I didn't even realize that as well. So you can imagine how tired I was that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7am, realize that I'm late for lecturer. Arrghh...the hell with it!! I even missed the dialogue session with the police officers from Sentul District Police Station. However from what I heard from my friend, the class rep from group 5, most of the invited clas reps didn't intend to go, even the courserep as well. Well..since they didn't go, there was reason for myself why I'm not going, haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that made me temporary felt relieved. While I'm on my way to college, I received a message, stated that the tax coursework that I've been studied lately has been postponed to next week!! My first thought was "YESS!!!", with the gesture as well, hope I didn't caught any attention from the public. However I'm kinda curious why that crazy old coot postponed it, anyway it's a good news to me and I'm able to have more time for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last lecturer, included myself, 7 of us went for blood donation that was held in college. Some of them were the first time and obviously they're quite nervous. This is the 6th time I've donated my blood, so there's nothing to be worry about. The only thing that worry me was how am I going home without getting over-exhausted. Last year, I nearly black-out when I was my way home inside the LRT. It's a horrible experience and I didn't want to experience that again, ever!! Well, this time I felt great after blood donation, but of course still felt tired. I slept while I'm on my way home, just didn't have the mood to de anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a long story since I've combined what's happening in 2 days before. Thanks for viewing and I'll try to keep updating my blog from time to time, till next time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-5657293575631329959?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/5657293575631329959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiredtiredtired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/5657293575631329959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/5657293575631329959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiredtiredtired.html' title='Tired..tired..tired..'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-492750611959193643</id><published>2009-07-03T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:40:09.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I updated my blog, since there's nothing quite interesting that require me to blog it...Now I felt like blog on what's happening today, though is not something interesting lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as usual, I went college to attend lecturer class, ate a total disgusting lunch from canteen, attend tutorial class, then had a discussion over assignment, after that..went home. I remember that on Wednesday I was very moody and quite depressed coz of my little mistake, however my group didn't blame me entirely, kinda grateful that I have a compromising friends. Can't imagine that today I was like free from that feelings and be the usual me :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, probably something that I ate wasn't suit my stomach, at night my stomach was rumbling like a washing machine, then I felt like wanna threw up, which I really did. Now kinda woozy and a bit hungry since there's nothing in my stomach now, perhaps I should have supper later and throw up again? Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably a digestion problem, and I guess I should be more aware of what I'm eating, coz I just ate everything, haha~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-492750611959193643?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/492750611959193643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-some-time-since-i-updated-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/492750611959193643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/492750611959193643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-some-time-since-i-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-574104220056847864</id><published>2009-06-20T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:40:14.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey my buddies,lookie here :-p</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey my buddies, u're tagged by me le (Jacky :-p)...Pass the quiz to the ppl that you wish to know and find out how they feel about you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Ken Wai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Kian Tiam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Kuo Liang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Jian Wei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Ren Kai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Wei Hung&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Ice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q1 - What do you think about the person who tagged you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the guy who tagged me is honest and cool, and likes to share sentimental feelings with you when you least expect it, which means he is a trusting friend or something like that.God alone knows what his heart is thinking when he's sitting silently at the mamak stall table...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q2 - Among all of us,who's the craziest? Haha!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe Kuo Liang ba...Haha!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuo Liang is all talk but no action. Wei Hung is the one with madness lurking behind his eyes. Just look at that sinister smile of his and you will know I am right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q3 - When do you all think 6 &amp;amp; 7 will get marry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm...probably after when 6 become a DD next year ba, haha!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q4 - Then how about 1 leh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess the same as above ba..that time they should be going for honeymoon in Dubai liao :-p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q5 - Both 4 &amp;amp; 5 speak English better than all of us, but which one of them is better?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A.....I'm not sure oh...both are better, I'll leave you guys answer ba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q6 - Why 7's name is that unique?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because she's an amphibian, cold blooded which similar to her name,haha~~joking :-p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: kindly comment inside the chatbox on your right and any additional question you can think of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-574104220056847864?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/574104220056847864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-my-buddies-ure-tagged-by-me-le.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/574104220056847864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/574104220056847864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-my-buddies-ure-tagged-by-me-le.html' title='Hey my buddies,lookie here :-p'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-5374906515209672146</id><published>2009-06-11T15:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:36:32.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a drowzy afternoon...</title><content type='html'>A drowzy little afternoon..made me kinda drowzy of course. Heh what am I saying? Everyone will be a bit drowzy, some will be sleeping at their own bed, but what am I doing was..doing nothing..haha!!! Well in fact there's something that I can do anyway, maybe borrow some books in the library, surf around, or choose a nice, cold table and lye on it, but heck no..I don't have the mood to do that now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I still have an hour to wait,so maybe I'll think of something to do ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I blog this coz I'm kinda bored..so just simply read through and forget what I said :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-5374906515209672146?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/5374906515209672146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-drowzy-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/5374906515209672146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/5374906515209672146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-drowzy-afternoon.html' title='What a drowzy afternoon...'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-6750866433199257206</id><published>2009-06-09T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:07:46.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No last minute work</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda tired after today's presentation, because what we did actually was last minute work. I'm even late for today's Entreperneurship Skills's lecturer. Well anyway, I'm not trying to complain or something, these are all within my plan :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...yesterday we discussed about the ES case study, but the answer is not completed yet, so we had to sit down and figure out the answer. Until 6pm the discussion was over, then I headed back to my home as soon as possible, but since I lived in Seri Petaling, so no matter how fast I went home, the time will always be 1 and a half hours distance, which is around 8pm lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a shower &amp;amp; a cold dinner (&lt;em&gt;cooked and left at the dining table quite some time le...&lt;/em&gt;), without wasting time I quickly did what I'm supposed to present today. In the mean time I was waiting for the rest of the answer for amendments. When everything was settled, it was almost 3am liao, my eyes were very dry and my head almost burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I skipped lecturer and went over TBR for photostating, then I went for a quick breakfast, just in case I won't be fainted during presentation. After today's presentation, I was almost like a living corpse, you guys may saw me kinda energetic, but actually I was forcing my inner-strength out till the maximum,haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is...don't do last minute work. It really makes you wanna give up if you are unable to arrange your time accordingly, or at the worst situation, you'll mess up everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-6750866433199257206?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/6750866433199257206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-last-minute-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6750866433199257206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6750866433199257206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-last-minute-work.html' title='No last minute work'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-6123151076827469007</id><published>2009-05-27T11:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:05:47.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to college!!</title><content type='html'>Try to imagine that you're having a break in the middle of the class, which deliberately waste your time since you have no idea what and how you're gonna spend the time...Well, somehow that's what happened to me now, sitting in front of the college pc and have no idea what to do, so I'll just do a bit of blogging on my college life somehow :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today's the 3rd day of my college, there's new faces, new attitudes, new feeling as well, I kinda miss college during my 3 months internship, I rather study hard rather than working hard. After all it's the last year of my studies, so I gotta appreciate the very last opportunity and study the best I can, since I don't wan't to fail any subjects and try to upgrade my CGPA, cheer for me oh :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of activities that I would like to accomplish before I graduate, 1 of it is re-joining taekwondo club and if possible, obtain 2nd Dan in black belt. It's been 5 years since I got my 1st Dan, and it'll be such a waste if I don't further upgrade, after all I've been learning it since I was 7 years old, so try to imagine the kind of feeling if I stop permenantly after I've learned so far. However, if time doesn't allow me to do so, well...no choice loh..haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much for me to blog today, maybe I'll write more a few days later whenever there's anything interesting events happen, and for all of my classmates, if you guys happen to read this, feel free to express how you feel about the very last year of college oh, I'm waiting :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-6123151076827469007?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/6123151076827469007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6123151076827469007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6123151076827469007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-college.html' title='Back to college!!'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-17855058654920859</id><published>2009-05-22T01:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:17:15.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My redang trip :-p</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 days after I came back from Pulau Redang, I didn't manage to blog my trip since I'm way toooo tired to do so when I got back, haha :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 17th May I've reached one of my friend's house, which is Joanne's, together with Steven and Eline. We overnight there and when the time hits 4am (that day was 18th), we got ourselves ready and went over to terminal LCC to catch our flight. It was the 2nd time I rode a plane since I'm 12 years old, so I'm kinda excited though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Sultan Mahmud Kuala Terenganu Airport around 9am. There's already a cab waiting specially for the four of us to get us to the Shahbandar jetty, what an outstanding service!! When we reached at the jetty, surprisingly we met Steven's classmates there. They're going to Pulau Redang as well, just that they're not staying in the same resort with us, but the resort they stayed was only a distance away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall our activities was snorkeling, at the best beach I've ever been. It was cyrstal clear and clean, also the sand was white and cool, unlike the other beaches. The staff said that there was sharks, I mean...baby sharks, at the end of the snorkeling area, but I wasn't able to swim that far since no one accompany me, I miss the chance le..sad..Anyway it was a real fun to swim &amp;amp; snorkel there, until I didn't realize that my skin got burned quite bad, haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-852dffd5070de0a1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D852dffd5070de0a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D739C1A8FA5967DBA13F94B36579625596ABE305D.5168C76C81DF19F5A7B9DE6C8AF247460456CC3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D852dffd5070de0a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ0bjAVYlOVGvAfBvj_UJ1Ii_Bjo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D852dffd5070de0a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331283768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D739C1A8FA5967DBA13F94B36579625596ABE305D.5168C76C81DF19F5A7B9DE6C8AF247460456CC3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D852dffd5070de0a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ0bjAVYlOVGvAfBvj_UJ1Ii_Bjo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some said, the night is still young. When night fell, it's party time!! instead of staying in our room, we went out to the Summer Point, where the beach party was held, sort of like an open-air disco. If there's a party, there should be loads of musics and beers or wine wasn't it? Hehe..I just drank shandy lah, I won't be able to walk back to our room if I drunk :-p We also dance around in the dancing floor, haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home on the 20th. Although we were tired, but it was a wonderful trip. The next time I must find and witness the baby sharks and moral eels with my own eyes. Although it's a bit scary to do that alone, but as long as I have another chance. I must try to find them :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-17855058654920859?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=852dffd5070de0a1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/17855058654920859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-redang-trip-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/17855058654920859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/17855058654920859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-redang-trip-p.html' title='My redang trip :-p'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-3287084340718488521</id><published>2009-05-10T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:14:19.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week before internship ends</title><content type='html'>A week later will be the end of my internship. As far as I know, most of my classmates are quite eager to end their internship, since they really don't like it and some felt like they are in hell rather than work. Well...that's how they felt, but for me instead I treated my internship as a fulfilling learning progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm enjoying my work though, I do need to work like hell like the others do, but just wanna let you guys know that I learned quite a lot from my internship, which is accounts, audit, and a bit of food, recipe, and those places where serve the best dishes...Haha, must be weird right? How the heck I learned these irrelevant stuff? Go and ask my boss, he's the one who taught me all these, haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I realized that work in either accounts, audit, or tax firms really need patience when dealing with work files, calculation, negotiating with clients and so forth. Also, I'm able to handle the stress I have when dealing with hectic works, plus practical is quite different from what we've studied during college. A high-grade students is not something special unless they know how to apply those knowledge to the society, which my boss emphasized that to me on the first few days of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck to all my lovely friends, must do the best for the last few days, gambate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-3287084340718488521?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/3287084340718488521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-before-internship-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/3287084340718488521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/3287084340718488521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-before-internship-ends.html' title='A week before internship ends'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-3358407366874537160</id><published>2009-05-05T03:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:00:49.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The time now is 3.30am, I can't sleep and I can't tell why though, maybe I'm getting too excited for the trip after exam? Or it's just the kind of habit I have to stay up late? Haha anyway I just wanna express how my day pass after exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well finally exam over, I was like a bird releasing out from its cage, flying out freely and no worries. This time I'm really satisfy on how I'd studied for my exam, but what kind of grade I'm gonna get will be in question of course. However I'm confident this time, so there's no reason why I should worry too much and make myself worry sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for ice-skating after my last paper, we didn't manage to get much pictures of us. (don't question me, ask those with the camera phones, jeez...) I'm not a good skater though, but at least I don't have to grab the side of the ring to get my feet steady. That day was Saturday, there's quite a lot of people down there skating, laughing, bumping each other and tripped. If I'm not mistaken, I tripped twice, which 1 of it was cause by "&lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;" which her skating-blade hooked over mine and made me tripped..and I had a great, nice ass-ache after that (don't wanna tell who she is lah, hor Munn?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I expect to be 8 of us coming, but due to the fact that they had their own appoinments, so only 5 of us there, but we still had fun anyway, especially the tripping part, haha!! Now only two weeks from now I'll be going off to Pulau Redang, can't wait that day to come man, woo-yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-3358407366874537160?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/3358407366874537160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-now-is-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/3358407366874537160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/3358407366874537160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-now-is-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-7519071023911949939</id><published>2009-04-18T21:00:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:35:05.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little gathering at 1 Utama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last Sunday I went over 1 Utama with 3 of my friends - Joanne, Munn and Steven. We didn't met each other for a long time though. As soon as we reached there, we went over to a luxurious restaurant called The Garden for dinner. I had a nice spaghetti, (most of the time I ordered spaghetti, I just really love it!) plus a cup of hot mocha, it was just a perfect dinner, woo yeah!! (Actually...I ordered cold mocha, but was accidently drank by Munn, so I just drank what she ordered instead, cheh...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's was also piano performance, it was just soooo impressive. Joanne explained that customers are free to play around with it and asked me if I could perform. Hey...I'll get nervous when I perform even to my closest friend, not to mention to a whole lot of people there, maybe I will TRY to play next time when there's a few people around, haha!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Steven, Joanne and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326026117677569490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SenYiRif1dI/AAAAAAAAADo/QY5rKCsiCrQ/s320/DSC02776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Joanne and me :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326026116571076594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SenYiNasF_I/AAAAAAAAADg/i8cNsWEKdng/s320/DSC02772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wait...I did mentioned there was 3 of my friends plus myslef wasn't it? There should be 4 of us right? So...where was Munn? Why she wasn't there? Haha!! Actually she didn't want me to post it, so as a promise I just posted the 3 of us. (Maybe she wanted to be mysterious? Or wanted to hide her beauty and loveliness? Hey don't get mad ya Munn :-p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shop around after dinner until 10pm and went over Joanne's house. Let's met Joanne's new family member...Casper the little Shih Tzu!! He was 2 months old but already gained quite a size, and he was sooo cute!! I just love to cuddle and pamper him as if he was my own kid. He kept sniffling my socks, which made me smiled and giggled. Did my socks smell that good? I don't perfumed them before I put it on...haha!! Later on we went home around 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heh...that's was fun though, let's say it was memorable :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-7519071023911949939?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/7519071023911949939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-sunday-i-went-over-1-utama-with-3_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/7519071023911949939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/7519071023911949939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-sunday-i-went-over-1-utama-with-3_18.html' title='Little gathering at 1 Utama'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SenYiRif1dI/AAAAAAAAADo/QY5rKCsiCrQ/s72-c/DSC02776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-2735436155833887981</id><published>2009-04-16T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:55:41.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrghh...I'm very tensed up...exam is around the corner, which is held next Friday, but hell...I don't know why and how I could get myself into bad-tempered sometimes, which often and always unexplainable. The day of terror is almost there and I'm quite worry that I don't have time to stuff everything into my freakin brain. Really hope that I have 48 hours per day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh...whatever it is, just persevere, when it is over there'll be a vacation for me,hehe...Just wish all the best for me, jeez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-2735436155833887981?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/2735436155833887981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrghh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/2735436155833887981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/2735436155833887981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrghh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-6360859872519937278</id><published>2009-04-10T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:08:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday or Bad Friday?</title><content type='html'>Today is friday, some people are having holiday because of today's occasion, which is "Good Friday". That's what the calander told me, hence it should be a fine friday for me, but heck no...it was not what I expected after I had dinner with my family outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our dinner outside instead of at home. As we finished our dinner and my mom was chatting with my cousins, there was a fight behind of our table (two guys, probably Indonesians), which we had not noticed of. The only thing that really, &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; drew my attention was when one of the guy smashed the packet of coffee onto the floor. Imagine when a water-filled balloon was smashed onto the ground and the water was splashed all over the place. Well &lt;strong&gt;THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED!!&lt;/strong&gt; Coffee was splashed all over the place and I was the right target to get coffee stains all over my damn white shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not just me though, even my parents, my sister and my cousins as well. I mean, what's the problem with him huh?! Can't he understood the consequence of what he did? Obviously he don't! My dad was very frustrated, so am I. The white shirt and the white cap I wore had coffee stains, which is very unpleasant. However we left the restaurant as soon as what happened, we didn't have the kind of mood to stay there any longer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "good" friday turned out to be a "bad" friday to me. Hell...I hope that jerk will get some sort of punishment from the owner of the restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-6360859872519937278?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/6360859872519937278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-or-bad-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6360859872519937278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6360859872519937278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-or-bad-friday.html' title='Good Friday or Bad Friday?'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-5933491589538458114</id><published>2009-04-07T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:20:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dye or no dye?</title><content type='html'>Well..did you ever thinking of dye your own hair&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That came across my mind sometimes, but I didn't actually did it though, maybe because of my lack of courage, or maybe afraid of being criticised by people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I pretty much prefer to retain the natural colour of my hair. Some of my friends complained that their hair were dry, as if there's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;bunch of hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; growing from their hair. However some said that they didn't experience that as long as you're having the right treatment. Yeah right&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;spending a few hundred bucks or so for your own hair wouldn't do the kind damage, but it did some on your own wallet&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not criticising about it, there's still something good about it. There's once I went for a hair cut and the hairstylist told me if I'd like to dye my hair. Of course I rejected his offer since I didn't have enough &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red-notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my wallet :-p Out of curiosity, I asked why I should dye my hair. From what he told me, he said I'll be more energetic and radiant after I dye. He even suggested &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if I'm not forgotten, since it appears to be &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brownish black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and it suited for those who wish to dye their hair for the first time (that's me, but not now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;maybe I'll try that before I graduate from college, that'll be a year from now, haha!! Anyway I'm just waiting for my courage, but don't think a coward is hidden within me, just that I can't really bear the kind of weird looks from people I know. Well how about you&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What do u think&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-5933491589538458114?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/5933491589538458114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/04/dye-or-no-dye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/5933491589538458114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/5933491589538458114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/04/dye-or-no-dye.html' title='Dye or no dye?'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-5996027171664626012</id><published>2009-04-06T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:27:26.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without tele-communication</title><content type='html'>What happen when you found that you're unable to use your mobile phone for, let's say 2 or 3 days? You can't send a message nor call someone for a few days when you're lonely. Well that's what happening to me, I felt really unsecured when I found out I can't message or called from Friday onwards. Until today, I finally get this problem straighted up, because I had unpaid telephone bill for 2 months, paiseh...I went over the communication centre and made my payment, then after 2 hours, gao dim!!! I was able to use my mobile phone again. What a reality world I'm living in now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was over-relied on mobile phone to get myself connected, but it'll be terrible when it comes to emergency. Imagine that you're alone, and these happened to you: What happen if you need someone to come over to fix your car in the middle of the road? What happen if you need to call for ambulance, police or even fire-fighter? Or how bout this, what happened if you want to call your loved-ones when you're lonely? Try to think of any what-if question and imagine how bad it could be when you're out of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know how important tele-communication is for you, then my advice is...always keep sufficient credits in your mobile phone loh...or if you're using postpaid, remember to pay your bills loh...don't be like me until I got my line suspended, haha!! :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-5996027171664626012?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/5996027171664626012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-without-tele-communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/5996027171664626012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/5996027171664626012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-without-tele-communication.html' title='Life without tele-communication'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-3604451811770660169</id><published>2009-03-31T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:46:34.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day of work</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day of work, after that I'll be on leave for my exam, hence I must did the best I could for my boss since I'll not return back for work until I finish my exam, and that'll be around end of April. I'm really delightful to be employed under such company, my boss really understand that exam is more important than work, guess I'm the luckiest guy among my classmates though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for work as usual today, but only to realize that I didn't have any work to do. After an hour or so, I was doing nothing but just staring at the monitor as if I'm waiting for something to pop out from there, or waiting for the monitor to explode so that I'll get attention for my ruined face, but of course those didn't happened lah, or else I won't be sitting here posting my blog :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed really slow when boredom is encircling me, the only choice I can cope with was to study. I did brought my notes in case I have the excess time, so that was my chance to deal with the boredom I had. Although my boss passed by me and aware of what I'm doing, but he allowed me to study though. It's kind of scary when he suddenly passed by me, or when his wife suddenly appear from behind and asked about what I'm doing, but they allowed me to study since I wasn't being assigned to do anything, and they awared that passing the exam is more important than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I passed my working hour today - nothing to do all day. I was willing to be assigned to do something for my boss rather than doing nothing, because I felt like I'm ignoring my responsibility, but only for once and that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-3604451811770660169?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/3604451811770660169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-my-last-day-of-work-after-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/3604451811770660169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/3604451811770660169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-my-last-day-of-work-after-that.html' title='My last day of work'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-6594869810600550126</id><published>2009-03-26T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:39:18.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work at Concorde Inn KLIA</title><content type='html'>On 24th of March, I woke up at 7am sharp and get myself ready. Usually I won't get up on 7am sharp because of my habit of laying on bed until 7.15am, I'm a lazy-bone though, hah! That day I'll be working around KLIA for 3 days, which was something very new &amp;amp; excited to me, and this is a great oppurtunity for me to gain further experience on auditing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled alone to Concorde Inn alone though, since I had some monkey-work to be done at my office before I went there. I reached KLIA and started to look around, it was like I'm going for travel and will be back in Malaysia for a long time, but I'm not going anywhere though, I just came here to work that's all. I found my way to the shuttle bus to Concorde Inn at Sepang, and I took a ride to the inn, that's when I met up with my boss and my collegues there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're auditing the accounts of Concorde Inn after a wonderful lunch. I'm in charge of the account payable, hence my job was to check the balance of the amount due and make sure they paid for it, as well as the balance from the system should be the same with the payable's report. Anything which was unusual will be questioned, I think I made that person's life miserable by asking tons of question, but it's part of my job anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hectic when we worked, but of course we didn't forget to enjoy ourselves after work. We went over to the coffee shop called "Melting Pot" for dinner. There was entertainment too, a band that played with thier guitar and sang while we're enjoying our meal. I loved how they sang 听海, it's very beautifully sang, kinda envy on how they performed with their guitar though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a great time, but I missed home after the third day. Now I'm home, felt great but tired. Wish that I have another opportunity to work like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-6594869810600550126?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/6594869810600550126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-at-concorde-inn-klia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6594869810600550126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6594869810600550126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-at-concorde-inn-klia.html' title='Work at Concorde Inn KLIA'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-6201083511459394540</id><published>2009-03-16T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:59:39.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My result...why??</title><content type='html'>16th of March is the day where all Tarcians are waiting for - the release of the current semester's result. I,too was really nervous about it,but I expect myself to pass all of them since I put in really much effort, but things ain't turned out to be what I wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While clicking into the TARC website, I'm really nervous until my whole body is shaking, I can't tell whether is the malfunction of my nerve system or the below 10 degree celcius chill air made me trembled, I was in the office, mind you. When I looked at my result, the first thought in my mind was "Shit!! Son of a bxxx, fail?!?" Yes...two subjects didn't pass, Perfromance Management and Taxation, I really can't believe I failed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't deny the truth and I must face it. Although I'm able to resit those papers, and I can proceed to year two as well, but come to think of it...I studied until late at night, I did and understand most of the tutorials, I even went to college just to have a tranquil study area, and what did I got huh? Fail units!! Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah...enough of my aggresiveness here, it won't help much anyway, the only solution is to study and prepare for the resit loh...Anyhow, failure is the beginning of success, I must be able to cope with this and stand up again, since I don't wan't to fail my duty as student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-6201083511459394540?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/6201083511459394540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-resultwhy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6201083511459394540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6201083511459394540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-resultwhy.html' title='My result...why??'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-5655743102459081091</id><published>2009-03-14T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:13:04.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wallet from Botswana</title><content type='html'>I think I may made you guys bored about my own story, well this time let me tell something that happened when I went for my haircut nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was withdrawing some money from an ATM in Carrefour, when I happenly saw a black wallet just above the machine. Curiously, I picked it and scrutinised what might have inside. Surprisingly, the owner of the wallet is not from local, but from Botswana, a landlocked country in Southern Africa. His immigration card is inside though, so it is quite cumbersome for him when he lost it. I really have the intention to return it to him, but I just don't know how in the world I should do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to examined the content inside the wallet. There's RM20 inside, but I ignored it, it doesn't interested me anyway. Then I found a guide to accomplish my "mission", a name card! It's not his name card though, it's a card from university located nearby. I called over and told the receptionist about the wallet I had in my hand now. The receptionist was grateful for what I've done, and enquired whether I'm convinient to return it. I told them I'll do that on Monday since I'm not that convinient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm a busybody, but I just can't let him ran into trouble for his missing wallet, especially his immigration card. If he lost it, that'll mean that he's an unlawful immigration, and that could meant trouble to him. Well finally, I wan't to say that don't be greedy, it gives you the benefits, but in the same time you're causing trouble to the others, remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-5655743102459081091?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/5655743102459081091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-may-made-you-guys-bored-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/5655743102459081091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/5655743102459081091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-may-made-you-guys-bored-about.html' title='A wallet from Botswana'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537410089038649964.post-6593122497255662451</id><published>2009-03-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:06:10.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating my blog, please support oh :-p</title><content type='html'>Hi there,I'm creating this blog cause there's a heck lot of things going around me. Time passes and waits for no one,moreover due to short memory, I'll forget what's happening, so to avoid that, here will be my public diary to everyone, hope this will be a good blog spot for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537410089038649964-6593122497255662451?l=jackyshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/feeds/6593122497255662451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/creating-my-blogsupport-always.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6593122497255662451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537410089038649964/posts/default/6593122497255662451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackyshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/creating-my-blogsupport-always.html' title='Creating my blog, please support oh :-p'/><author><name>Jacky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pf-HgtSImVk/SemwiKlM19I/AAAAAAAAACo/nem_GNiqJFA/S220/DSC02776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
