<?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-4766502378715521710</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:17:43.116+08:00</updated><category term='Random Rant'/><category term='Just a Job'/><category term='General Goods'/><category term='Love is Lust'/><category term='Think A Thought'/><category term='Know How Now'/><category term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>A Mental Note of Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-1494061858606658561</id><published>2009-06-15T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:50:50.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>Too Mind On Two Minds</title><content type='html'>It's quite contrary to mention this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose your wife doesn't understand you when you urge to buy that brand new Aston Martin. It wasn't a revenge on her constant impulse buying habit. You want to drive that new car. You want to feel the happiness of having a second wife. You just don't friggin mind even when she said you're out of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/9701/astonmartindbs2008.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If happiness is all we want, then why go for sad movies? And if security is what we need, shouldn't we avoid driving a fast car? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon we don't really mind having a life without happiness and security after all. I know I can read your mind. Okay, not women's - I still don't know what they want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-1494061858606658561?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1494061858606658561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=1494061858606658561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/1494061858606658561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/1494061858606658561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-mind-on-two-minds.html' title='Too Mind On Two Minds'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-4552786350630539877</id><published>2009-05-03T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:55:34.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>Halo Bluff-alo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/4083/cheat.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my younger days, I used to cheat on exams &lt;s&gt;to please my parents&lt;/s&gt; to practice the fine art of cheating. The main challenge wasn't on the exam questions - it's basically on how you cheat. Let's face it, no brain in this world work like a sponge on the night before exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the top 5 crazy methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1 &lt;a href="http://www.cheatpens.com/magic_pen.htm"&gt;The Magic Pen Method&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2 &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRgM9-n7K5E"&gt;The Coke Bottle Method&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3 &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Cheat-On-a-Test#Fingernail_Method"&gt;Write on Fingernail Method&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    4 &lt;a href="http://www.wannawiki.com/index.php?title=Cheat_on_an_Exam#Write_on_Your_aft_ass_fuckin_Hand_Method"&gt;Masking Tape Method&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    5 &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9W9NA876fu8"&gt;Mechanical Pencil Notes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjxbLF6Ffro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjxbLF6Ffro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-4552786350630539877?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4552786350630539877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=4552786350630539877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4552786350630539877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4552786350630539877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2009/05/bluff-alo.html' title='Halo Bluff-alo'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-4678325067699811635</id><published>2009-02-16T23:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:36:07.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating and Vomiting Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I'm currently facing two challenges - to find a concrete purpose in life (which I think everyone seldom spare a single minute on it) and to find a way to remove blocks that prevents me from feeling inspired. I can probably sum both into one, relates all as a life challenge. I can just google for motivational quotes - but those inspirational words will only last for a minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/4700/19524449801fbb73234.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I acknowledged them as challenges instead of problems gives me a whole new enthusiastic breath. I keep them in my to-do list instead of to-avoid list. No doubt I still desperately need consistent mental stimulus to fix them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of doing merely put me nowhere. Finding an answer for those questions could be my purpose in life after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-4678325067699811635?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4678325067699811635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=4678325067699811635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4678325067699811635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4678325067699811635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2009/02/eating-and-vomiting-inspiration.html' title='Eating and Vomiting Inspiration'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-5870503381793546938</id><published>2009-01-26T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:50:26.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Moo Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/9698/mooyearvl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who you are, where you from and what you do, I would like wish everyone a very Happy New Year, Happy Chinese New Year and Happy Compliment Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, happy holidays! teehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-5870503381793546938?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5870503381793546938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=5870503381793546938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/5870503381793546938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/5870503381793546938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-moo-year.html' title='Happy Moo Year!'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-197732729404612405</id><published>2008-12-29T15:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:38:01.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>Shut Up I Am Dreaming</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a month since I left my blog behind. I was less expecting my blog traffic to grow, which surprisingly it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pursue for a better salary, my &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-job-hunting-haunts-me.html"&gt;new job&lt;/a&gt; has brought my blogging activity to a temporary halt. Sad, but I still have a &lt;s&gt;dream to catch&lt;/s&gt; car loan to settle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/9195/klccdreamid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I stare at bathroom mirrors and office windows, I often think out loud. What's my dream again? It just appeared to be cloudy until I make it clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/3707/myklccwindowbt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not unmindful that life should be spent wisely. I will certainly fill mine with colorful and meaningful things as I remind myself while facing the sudden reflection of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year is on the way, so I hope to dream my life and live my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-197732729404612405?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/197732729404612405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=197732729404612405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/197732729404612405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/197732729404612405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/12/shut-up-i-am-dreaming.html' title='Shut Up I Am Dreaming'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-699262890050888214</id><published>2008-11-12T19:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:45:49.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>Naive Like A Child</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's really hard to diminish the feeling of fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need to initiate an action, I'll take some time to think about it. Eventually I will lose my motivation in carrying out that action. Probably it's due to the amount of time I killed while considering the act. Besides, it means more time for me to craft out ideas to reject and build fear out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billmayer/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/17/scarednc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost instant, I enjoyed the feeling of relief after I decline to act. This is basically mounting my fear instead of my courage to proceed. The relief I got was like a reward for not taking the action. So the more I refrain myself from doing it, the more reward I will claim, and the more actions I will try to avoid in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the small voice telling me to stop behaving like a child, who afraid of everything. But one thing though, if I behave like a child, I will probably just go ahead without thinking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/5619/occamsrazorud3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I believe this relates to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Occam%27s_razor"&gt;Occam's razor&lt;/a&gt; which suggested as few assumptions as possible to be made in any phenomenon, and eliminating those that make no difference in the observable predictions of the explanatory hypothesis or theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we confuse ourself with that Occam's phrase, just do it like what Nike says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-699262890050888214?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/699262890050888214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=699262890050888214&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/699262890050888214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/699262890050888214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/11/naive-like-child.html' title='Naive Like A Child'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-8929550056889697612</id><published>2008-11-10T01:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:58:35.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>Thank You For Arguing</title><content type='html'>A week ago, my brother facebooked me a link of an old movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/2461/thankyouforsmokinnw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBELC_vxqhI"&gt;Thank you for smoking&lt;/a&gt; was the movie title. The story was about a guy with speaking talent, spins argument to defend the cigarette industry in the most difficult situations. Difficult in a sense like a lawyer defending a murderer in a prosecution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was so great, I watched it THRICE. No joke, I experienced a paradigm shift while this movie further strengthen my tenet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen when you're wrong? That's the beauty of argument. If you argue correctly, you'll never wrong! - one of my favorite phrases from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't being taught much on the art of argument, or the language of rhetoric itself. I just never thought everyone is potential to win an argument using profound logic. Now I have a sudden urge to win an argument on things I believe it's right. But first, I need to make my statement sounds really convincing though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/5203/argumentwx7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emphasis is mostly on the construction of argument, which is normally based on logical structures. An example would be, "If Nick's acting is good, then the movie will be nice, but the movie isn’t nice, so his acting isn’t good." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can go more complicated as more logical relationship holds between several statements involved. For an example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to argue for a change to happen. For the people who are making a change for the better deserve a standing ovation. If arguing for change didn't gain us respect, then we should not argue. But if there's no argument, there will be no changes. If there's no changes, no one will deserve a standing ovation." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we slap ourself with an answer of yes or no, argue does not mean quarrel. We can enhance awareness and grow trust, which eventually influence the rest. The decision as whether to accept or reject the idea, should points back to each individual to decide. In other words, everyone has the full power to make a decision - whether good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't try to argue with me. That's all. (You heard that, bro?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-8929550056889697612?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8929550056889697612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=8929550056889697612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8929550056889697612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8929550056889697612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-argue-with-you.html' title='Thank You For Arguing'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-4130671163777833525</id><published>2008-11-05T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:12:57.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rant'/><title type='text'>Procrastinating Myself From Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Recently I was telling myself to avoid procrastination. It's darn freaking hard to stop procrastinate over important tasks, which includes feeding my hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I failed to do so, I can see my to-do list grows like a pregnant hamster. Experts would advise me to break them into smaller steps and set an hour or two to solve each of them. It's like reading a book slowly by pages rather than chapters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said hang a carrot in front of a donkey will keep it moving forward. As for me, the best bait would be an episode of &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-isnt-short-sighted.html"&gt;Heroes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/2918/tulipug7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For my girlfriend, maybe a tulip will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I shall not procrastinate my thought of shutting off my thought of procrastinate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time I succeed, my hamster already went to heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-4130671163777833525?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4130671163777833525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=4130671163777833525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4130671163777833525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4130671163777833525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/11/procrastinating-myself-from.html' title='Procrastinating Myself From Procrastination'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-5409366739578816730</id><published>2008-11-02T00:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:20:25.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>Thinking of Cursing</title><content type='html'>Anyone who accidentally attract negative events in their daily life, will normally curse. You know, the usual reaction on a bad surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.imageshack.us/img47/6058/facebookhatelq8.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something turned out different than what we expected, we cursed without intention. Whilst most of us considered it as a bad manner, I seriously believe it will attract bad luck. Remember law of attraction? Unless you having thoughts about good things while you cursing over bad incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just accept the bad apples with open heart, as they already happened in the first place? Let those words remain as thoughts. It could be a way to appreciate life, although no one knows who started this whole phenomenon of cursing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/9734/passivenotefn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't read my lips, I swear I didn't curse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-5409366739578816730?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5409366739578816730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=5409366739578816730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/5409366739578816730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/5409366739578816730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/11/thinking-of-cursing.html' title='Thinking of Cursing'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-4548374672378883516</id><published>2008-10-29T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:27:11.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>An Answer to A Question Is A Question</title><content type='html'>My post title sounded a little bit confusing though I have no intention in doing so  nor injecting elements from Confucius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many cases, like recently, one of my colleagues put me in confusion as he tried to explain some business processes to me. I thought I understood but I didn't. I started to question for more answers to clear my doubts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I found that the more questions I threw in, the more confused I became. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img114.imageshack.us/img114/4916/afformationquestiongk5.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I heart question mark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in mind, I questioned myself why I couldn't get it right. Why the processes was difficult to understand? Why did he confuse me with conflicting statements? I questioned the entire process once again, which got him to answer hell more questions pertaining to my level of understanding instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real life story above is one of many similar cases whereby my mind was blocked with questions that led me to nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found an answer. It was from a guy named &lt;a href="http://www.successclinic.com/meetnoah.php"&gt;Noah St. John&lt;/a&gt;. According to him, our brain always respond to a question - by searching for an answer based on the question itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the simple answer to a difficult question tends to be a positive question itself. Let me get this right - I need to ask questions in a positive manner to make myself to believe anything is clear and easy to understand. When my brain behaved in such manner, I started to link things together to form ideas which will then solve the questions I asked earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many situations, we asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always have bad luck?&lt;br /&gt;Instead of - Why am I so lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I have so little?&lt;br /&gt;Instead of - Why I have so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so poor?&lt;br /&gt;Instead of - Why am I so rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the exams so difficult?&lt;br /&gt;Instead of - Why do I feel so confident in my exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all the bad things happen when I less expected?&lt;br /&gt;Instead of - Why I always at the right place at the right time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and ask yourself on those positive questions. For sure, the answers will surface one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I still have one more question in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't this blog post sound confusing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-4548374672378883516?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4548374672378883516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=4548374672378883516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4548374672378883516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4548374672378883516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/10/answer-to-question-is-question.html' title='An Answer to A Question Is A Question'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-3674118562688404778</id><published>2008-10-21T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:29:11.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>The Secret of Garbage Truck</title><content type='html'>Since the day one I watched the movie "The Secret", I started to read a lot of stories on the subject of "Law of Attraction". I have come to a conclusion whereby the excitement of manifesting thoughts into reality is merely like waiting for my food order without paying the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I read a mail from my friend, I found out that the story on the law of attraction has taken another twist. Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined our car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of Garbage Truck'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/9305/garbagekk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a really interesting illustration of how to distracting oneself from bad karma. The world will become a better place if most people failed to influence each other with their negative thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, if my food does arrive but doesn't taste good, they probably need a larger bin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-3674118562688404778?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3674118562688404778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=3674118562688404778&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3674118562688404778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3674118562688404778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-of-garbage-truck.html' title='The Secret of Garbage Truck'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-4253356411851355667</id><published>2008-07-27T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:36:28.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>Separated At First, Together At Last</title><content type='html'>If my previous post mentioned I love the song because of its video, this time around I love the song because it was my favorite song (indeed a very lame reason). And of course, thanks to the wonderful work of WongFu. I was very much touched by their creative juice in putting people and emotion together. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtBk6Y5b-Nc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtBk6Y5b-Nc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon the love story was based on a result of a long distance relationship. No one cares whether it does actually lasted for real (as long as the couple really love each other). Distance certainly not a barrier as already shown in this video. What the guy did was simply imagine his partner to be at his side whenever he goes (so he did act a little crazy as he took his own photos). The same goes to the girl (photographing herself was a crazy repeat act). But this weird behavior will only occur when a couple is madly in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad and crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-4253356411851355667?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4253356411851355667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=4253356411851355667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4253356411851355667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4253356411851355667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/07/separated-at-first-together-at-last.html' title='Separated At First, Together At Last'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-3384317013064619771</id><published>2008-06-12T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:42:06.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>Geez, I'm Yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcPEm7oWHd0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcPEm7oWHd0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the awesomeness of an amateur choreography in the above video made me fell in love with Jason Mraz's song. Second, it certainly inspires me with some great new ideas for my future wedding video. Of course, it utters something else as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my thought after watching the video for like 16 times. &lt;s&gt;It was actually 269 times.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Pink is the new black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the video uses pink iPod. I assume it's pretty normal to see a guy wearing pink shirt. But it contradicts my belief that no men would choose pink gadgets. He could stand a higher chance showing off the sensitive side of him. Or we can assume that evil dude steal it from his sister. Or worst, he is pertaining to color blindness. Or maybe I've been thinking too much here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wedding video is an advertisement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raisin_Bran"&gt;Raisin Bran&lt;/a&gt; advertisement that looks like a wedding video. Otherwise, it could be a wedding video that looks like a Raisin Bran advertisement. Whatever it is, two birds were killed in the process. On the other hand, it was a &lt;s&gt;stone&lt;/s&gt; significant milestone achievement on a different style of videography, which eventually scores the video maker tons of money in return. In other words, they are actually promoting themselves and Wong Fu's work to their family and friends.. and you of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Creativity attracts copycats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed no one likes to reinvent the wheel. So people just love re-using creative ideas as their own ideas. Similarly like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a7eGVLUCFE"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8HR0Bg9nss"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6ccFZxQ3tA"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. No doubt copying is bad, but modifying and improving it into a better one is definitely a good idea. In this case, many said Wong Fu's team borrowed ideas from the 'Bad day' mv (as shown below). Anyway, does it matter if it's better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBziW9qQvsc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBziW9qQvsc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked almost the same. No? Isn't it obvious how they do everything the same way? Personally, I really like the crossword scene. Though the guy was a little unnatural when acting, both ended up really great. No? Say yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-3384317013064619771?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3384317013064619771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=3384317013064619771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3384317013064619771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3384317013064619771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/06/geez-im-yours.html' title='Geez, I&apos;m Yours?'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-5923376120454125887</id><published>2008-05-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:04:28.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>Not A Worry In The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/9007/worryworldnt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was busy chasing dreams like most people, something I haven’t paid attention to at all was - the number 2012. Referring to a year, it means four years from now. Most beings were horribly aware that our planet would come to an end soon and even came up with a precise date - &lt;a href="http://december212012.com/articles/news/Judgment_Day_Will_Arrive.htm"&gt;21st of December 2012&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;s&gt;I could foresee some couples getting married on that day.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the recent supportive facts like the mad earthquakes in China and crazy cyclone in Burma killing lives of the innocence, it does scare the shit out of me and almost makes me a believer. But hey, previously I heard someone from somewhere said the world would surely explode on 6th of June 2006. At last everyone survives and watching TV in their comfort home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worried about the judgment date, I'm more worried about the time wasted in the process of worrying things that might not happen. If worrying now and nothing happens later, the whole effort of worrying was wasted. If worrying now and something really bad happens in the end, then we begin to worry about it.. again! We bound to the feeling of worry, twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think it’s redundant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-5923376120454125887?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5923376120454125887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=5923376120454125887&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/5923376120454125887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/5923376120454125887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-worry-in-world.html' title='Not A Worry In The World'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-3202712619944252143</id><published>2008-05-26T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:44:28.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>Lunch Actually</title><content type='html'>Recently I had a lunch with a friend, who wants to taste success in a shortest time. Whilst I was still chewing my fifth scoop of rice, he already emptied his plate. Gosh, that was really quick. He told me the same speed is used when comes to completing his work assignments. Yea, basically in everything he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img359.imageshack.us/img359/1782/toiletbowlor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It got to be a quick one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where did I go wrong? I choose to enjoy every bite instead of eating for the sake of filling up my stomach. Surprisingly, he boldly said he gains more joy and satisfaction in that way. As I read through his way of eating, I can come up with a few reasons why his taste buds still bathing pleasure while going under pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Order Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the food he ate was ordered by him, &lt;s&gt;unless his girlfriend is around&lt;/s&gt;. In other words, he gets to eat what he likes. In real life, we get to do things we like when we focus on what we want. Like selecting the best school, deciding an ideal job, choosing a life partner or merely fixing your mind on which undies to wear. Just that someone will suggest something else which tends to taste better than the choice you’ve made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat While It’s Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He savour immediately when things are served in front of him, though the food was still hot. Strange but true that once his tongue adapts to it, his appetite will keep him going. Well, continuous momentum will persist once it is forcefully built. I guess many tasks seem hard at first. Probably you can opt to do it later - but more work or problems might arise from there. It will kill your mood and none will be solved by then. I reckon there is nothing to lose for practicing this, except for some sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chew Properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the most blatant part. Yeah, he did munch appropriately before swallow. If not, I think he will choke in front of me with his last breath caught in his esophagus. Result wouldn’t go wrong if necessary actions are performed correctly in place. For instance, I used to do workouts without proper warm-up exercises and I did suffer bad muscles and joints ache. &lt;s&gt;So I ended up fat&lt;/s&gt;. Therefore in a critical process, we need to go according to its procedures to obtain the desirable outcome. In another word, no shortcuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasty Ones Always Go Last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him ate the fried chicken skin after he finished everything else. So while eating other less tasty stuff on the plate, he's driving his speed towards the end for the crispy skin. In real life, hard work sits on your shoulder before you find your success. If you desperately wanted &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/07/sucks-cess_31.html"&gt;success&lt;/a&gt; in your life, your desire will motivate you to bite lips and move on with your efforts no matter how tough it is. In my case, I ate the rice first then only I ate the veggies &lt;s&gt;I'm kidding, I don't eat veggie&lt;/s&gt;. Five words. Save the best for last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink Goes In Between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us drink something - a sip of fruit juice or a spoonful of soup in between the bites. It relieves the stress of consistent chewing in the mouth. My jaws did feel tired when comes to chewing the rice, so I just washed them down the throat with a sip of drink. Just follow both of us. Take a break whenever you find necessary. Do not overwhelmed yourself with work because work will never ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indirectly, it does relate to how things should be handled in life. I'm glad I learned something out of his eating habit. I thought to myself, maybe both of us should go for lunch more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe on something different next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a steamboat lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img352.imageshack.us/img352/4408/steamboatww0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder this time how fast he can eat. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-3202712619944252143?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3202712619944252143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=3202712619944252143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3202712619944252143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3202712619944252143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/05/lunch-actually.html' title='Lunch Actually'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-6634962876105022091</id><published>2008-05-23T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:15:28.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rant'/><title type='text'>American Idol Season 86,987</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN3zEzlfbXw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN3zEzlfbXw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother too much about my post title (just a random number). Somehow I knew the American Idol show will still carry on for another 1,000 years. So guys don't be disappointed as this year's winner wasn't a female. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past winners of American Idol are listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 1: Kelly Clarkson (Female)&lt;br /&gt;Season 2: Ruben Studdard (Male)&lt;br /&gt;Season 3: Fantasia Barrino (Female)&lt;br /&gt;Season 4: Carrie Underwood (Female)&lt;br /&gt;Season 5: Taylor Hicks (Male)&lt;br /&gt;Season 6: Jordin Sparks (Female)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;Season 7: David Cook (Male)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of four females and three males! I believe like most of the years, females are stepping closer to dominate the crown but this year's winner happened to be a male rocker. Finally a sort of perfect looking young man beats all the previous male winners (in terms of voice and looks) - which one happened to be fat and the other appeared to be old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big congratulation to David Cook. I guess the past winners have a new &lt;s&gt;competitor&lt;/s&gt; member now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, enjoy the parody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-6634962876105022091?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/6634962876105022091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=6634962876105022091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/6634962876105022091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/6634962876105022091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol-season-86987.html' title='American Idol Season 86,987'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-1113076223776506148</id><published>2008-05-22T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:12:03.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a Job'/><title type='text'>How Job Hunting Haunts Me</title><content type='html'>At first, it was cool to receive many phone calls. I was laughing all the way whilst job opportunities were rushing its way to my mailbox. Most of you must be wondering how this could happen to a guy who meditated long enough in a same job spot. I will tell you how I was hunted without much job hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send resume to headhunters and you shall be headhunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to get connected to job headhunters, especially those well known ones. So when I paid visit to job fairs previously, my targets were only those headhunter companies, instead of multinational companies or Fortune 500 companies. I reckon getting candidates wasn't their concern, they were actually paying more attention in branding their names to the public (by giving free pens, notepads, etc.). The process was so simple - I just drop my resume in the database of those headhunters. *feels like contributing a donation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/4349/jobsdblf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that spells too much hassle, you can do it online at home. Based on my extensive research (just use Google will do), there's a list of &lt;a href="http://www.eguide.com.my/MY/SEARCH/Headhunters"&gt;headhunters in Malaysia&lt;/a&gt; for everyone to mark their targets. Don't be overjoyed, some headhunter profile doesn't have email address, only phone and fax number. Throughout the time, I'm way too lazy to use a fax machine and found it cumbersome to send my voice over a phone. So I decided to click for headhunters in &lt;a href="http://www.jobstreet.com/default.htm"&gt;JobStreet&lt;/a&gt;'s page instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/3481/scanresumewh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They will 'buy' your resume with a scan through their bar scanner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Focus on things you can control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I was being discouraged whenever I thought about the stress of going through interviews and the amount of time needed for interview preparation. Worse, when &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-isnt-short-sighted.html"&gt;I’m working late&lt;/a&gt; and I've only couple of hours left at night. By managing my time wisely, those are things within my control. Dinner/shower: 5 minutes, create interview script: 15 minutes, dinner for my brain: 50 minutes and sleep: 5 hours. I believe so. Do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.imageshack.us/img55/1228/interviewscriptrg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written words are sharper and easier to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could unstressed myself by looking on bright side. If headhunters give a phone or mail response, I'll just go thinking I’m possibly a potential employee in their lens, though my mind might put me in doubt whether I'm capable for the job. As I mentioned, I can make time to prepare and memorize &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-many-cats-in-los-angeles.html"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; scripts, so that it’s no longer appear to be a stress. Instead of wasting of time judging how things might go wrong, the remaining time should be utilized for improving yourself, or merely shop for a better looking attire for upcoming interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You need headhunter and headhunters need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst employers hire headhunters to get quality employees, they will still try to promote you in front of their clients, as long as you are qualified with their basic requirements. It is a win-win situation for both parties - they get paid and you get hired. Trust me you will even stand a concrete chance, if they are desperate and have no other choices in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/3172/smilecv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Smile! You stand a chance. Ermm, I mean that lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ask properly and you shall receive properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I received phone calls by then - all the way from India, Middle East , Thailand and back in Singapore. After I've done with the first conversation, the subsequent ones were pretty much the same. First they will ask whether I am interested to attend to one of their clients' interview from bla bla bla country. Then I’ll be answering questions like how long you've been working, your current scope of work, expected pay and current pay. They even offered useful interview advices during my interview with them. Surprisingly I can't even take it as a headhunter's interview at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Expect the unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headhunter seldom reduce the amount of your expected pay (unless a ridiculous amount). You can go as high as 30% to 40% of your current salary. But when you meet the interviewer from their client, they will ask about your expected salary again. I usually answer them with a question - "How much would you pay someone with my background and experience?". This will get them to suggest a price on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2924/interviewfb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't satisfied with your employee-labeled-price-tag, you can &lt;s&gt;scold them stupid&lt;/s&gt; reveal your honest amount with a solid reason tagging behind. For example, I would say something like "I’m currently being offered $4,000 by a Singaporean company, but I’m really interested to work for your company. Is it possible to work out a similar amount? I don’t mind to be bonded in this case". Case closed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beware of one missed call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As headhunters will be calling you in the morning, afternoon and evening, get yourself to charge your cellphone at night. This will avoid sudden conversation cut off during the day. But the last thing I expected to happen was this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/9001/missedcalles9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received several missed calls from several headhunters while I was in toilet. My cellphone was left on my table catching numbers that were either ‘Withheld’ or ‘+60301’. The others were sadly listed as 'Unknown'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me.. How I supposed to call them in return? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/8309/onemissedcallcc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, she describes the exact expression of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-1113076223776506148?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1113076223776506148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=1113076223776506148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/1113076223776506148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/1113076223776506148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-job-hunting-haunts-me.html' title='How Job Hunting Haunts Me'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-3206516018566780853</id><published>2008-05-02T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:33:20.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>Crazy Driver Drives Crazy Life</title><content type='html'>My life took a rough ride for the last few weeks. I would consider it as a part of the career journey of mine. Basically something that I have never tried before. As I moved out from my comfort zone, I have completed a major project in two weeks, went for &lt;s&gt;three&lt;/s&gt; four interviews in a week and sat for three mental aptitude tests as required during some of the interviews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was like a child going for a fun ride. So much fun, and so many things seemed to look like candies to me. *Never have so many interviews in one time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img390.imageshack.us/img390/2249/babyridedz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, being the driver will never get to enjoy the beautiful scenery of life. My time has been killed for watching the road ahead. Don't get wrong, I love to drive my life the way I want it to be. Not like someone out there whom their parents drive them around and make them feel like peanuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to go along with the danger of freaking out in those interview rooms, as I have been trying my very best to chase away the butterflies from my stomach. Pretty tough! But I still managed to wrap off a project and wrote different sets of resume for the three interviews. It's considered as an accomplishment for someone who always take numerous days off in a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is.. this blog was victimized in this situation. I still plan to plant some love in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, here's my favorite song for this moment. Love in this club. I got this creative hip hop driver &lt;s&gt;singing&lt;/s&gt; rapping for me. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/siWQt55nhH8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/siWQt55nhH8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember don't drive your life recklessly. Loopholes of disaster and challenging humps are everywhere. Well you may still rap off the pressure of your hot wheels while driving along the long road of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-3206516018566780853?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3206516018566780853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=3206516018566780853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3206516018566780853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3206516018566780853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-driver-drives-crazy-life.html' title='Crazy Driver Drives Crazy Life'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-509596097493643942</id><published>2008-04-14T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:55:15.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>Hiro Nakamura Freezes Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OEE1GRAE9j4/SAJT0twcOeI/AAAAAAAAABI/Vb3S4gx07sY/s1600-h/freeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OEE1GRAE9j4/SAJT0twcOeI/AAAAAAAAABI/Vb3S4gx07sY/s400/freeze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188801885785307618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, you must be in Hiro's time freeze range if you are frozen around &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/12/guess-amber-chia-and-christmas.html"&gt;Pavilion&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;s&gt;2.30pm&lt;/s&gt; 3.35pm, Sunday 13th April, which is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe? Then watch the following video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-e4o4F0DvaI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-e4o4F0DvaI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened before in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtUNj2BNTsU"&gt;Paris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MS65a-RKTQk&amp;NR=1"&gt;London&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnubtq25H-k&amp;feature=related"&gt;Canada&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwMj3PJDxuo"&gt;New York&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is frozen on the name of unity. And of course, the influence of &lt;a href="http://improveverywhere.com/"&gt;Improv Everywhere&lt;/a&gt; which encourages scenes of chaos and joy in public places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=13793696881"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; for gathering the crowd..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-509596097493643942?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/509596097493643942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=509596097493643942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/509596097493643942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/509596097493643942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/04/hiro-nakamura-freezes-kuala-lumpur.html' title='Hiro Nakamura Freezes Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OEE1GRAE9j4/SAJT0twcOeI/AAAAAAAAABI/Vb3S4gx07sY/s72-c/freeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-1091900738034742799</id><published>2008-04-03T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:40:35.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>Staring At Pretty Girls But..</title><content type='html'>Warning, there will be an extensive usage of the word &lt;s&gt;'Butt'&lt;/s&gt; 'But'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans stare at beautiful things especially on those things that they find attractive. I mean things like great scenery, paintings, architecture and.. &lt;s&gt;babes&lt;/s&gt; babies. Having to stare at newly born baby is the most beautiful thing happen in life. Yeah, it's really fun to stare at those little creatures, but some people eye on things differently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/7977/eyemels9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course disaster would happen when a dude stares at a beautiful baby, carried by a pretty woman. Simply because his partner couldn't spot where his eyes landed on. But this isn't his fault! No matter you are male or female, would you stare at other hot guys or girls when your partner is around? Hell No. But I thought everyone would answer yes to this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/7070/stareatmezw0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm carrying a cute baby, anyone staring at me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's a very natural thing for both men and women to do.. but it's just out of respect for the person you're with! We shouldn't stare at someone else, unless they are acting funny or wearing something hideous which both of you can enjoy staring and giggling at the same time. But this really depends on the situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure about this, but some people mentioned that the speed of our little brain plays a role here. Women have a quicker speed in capturing images, which means they have the ability to record the most minute details in a split second glance. Men have a slower mode. Don't laugh. They have to first focus (stare) for like minutes to get a general sense of the objects. This literally explains why men stare a lot.. but this doesn't make any sense to me either. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/3438/exrx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men would express disgust over other men who stare at their girls. But in some cases, some said men supposed to eye on women as they already spend massive amount of money on expensive clothes, cosmetics, skin care and slimming products. All these done to avoid stares from a guy? Well there is a point here. But, but, but, this isn't sound right.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still consider treasuring pretty things around is a good view, there's a price to pay. Your girlfriend would probably mad at you, or your boyfriend would probably kill someone over the offense done by your eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said before, it really depends. Let's stare at the girl in the following video, but I strongly discourage you from doing so. But still, I know you will watch it. Anyways I think many of you have watched it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/anB5SSsiolI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/anB5SSsiolI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I'm confused, I believe most of you feel the same.. but would you watch another clip of hers? Well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WrFRcTkoxI8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WrFRcTkoxI8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so weird. She does nothing, but just staring at you. And you know what, she got more than a million of views in YouTube. I don't get it. Guess humans stare at beautiful things for sure, but without you knowing, money dropped from the sky as she made all these videos. At this moment, the video already reached 1,565,162 views, so if the advertising company pays $0.01 per view, it's gonna build a massive amount of $15,651.62. Ermm, this is just for one video alone. Not a bad paycheck someone with nothing important to say. Her boyfriend will probably thank everyone for staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I personally felt it's like a revenge video towards those guys who always stare at other girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZhm4HbSRgw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZhm4HbSRgw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's watching you (O_O) to watch her back. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-1091900738034742799?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1091900738034742799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=1091900738034742799&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/1091900738034742799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/1091900738034742799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/04/staring-at-pretty-girls-but.html' title='Staring At Pretty Girls But..'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-3600944783855350807</id><published>2008-03-21T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:09:39.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Korean Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkAK6AcYRj4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkAK6AcYRj4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine loves &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/08/korean-me-please.html"&gt;Korean drama&lt;/a&gt;, the others love &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/08/korean-me-please.html"&gt;Korean songs&lt;/a&gt;, I love Korean commercials. This is freaking funny. I meant the third commercial. Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-3600944783855350807?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3600944783855350807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=3600944783855350807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3600944783855350807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3600944783855350807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-favorite-korean-commercial.html' title='My Favorite Korean Commercial'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-4359527993562440700</id><published>2008-02-28T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:53:45.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>OMG, Do You Think There Is God?</title><content type='html'>I apologize profusely, if you feel offended by the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/5502/skyisblueqj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a doubt somewhere in my buddy's mind. I was puzzled. "Are you still looking for the scientific proof of God?".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/4879/signcp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't tell, only God knows.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, there's another question in mind. &lt;br /&gt;What are you praying today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is a pray for a job transfer, recover from illness, a good result in exam, a positive result of a pregnancy test or merely to earn more money, sometimes it just doesn't seem to sound right. To me, it's kinda weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases, when someone didn't get something.. or somewhere wrong, someone will start to blame God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4093/blameot8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've encountered scores of human who blame everything but themselves, when their thoughts to God is not granted. I knew it's an easy way to get hold the source of failure, but this isn't a right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a pray to God means an exchange of goods? I really hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question. Does anyone pray just to remember God? Not sure whether it's a sin if the answer is ideally no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-4359527993562440700?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4359527993562440700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=4359527993562440700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4359527993562440700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4359527993562440700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg-do-you-think-there-is-god.html' title='OMG, Do You Think There Is God?'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-6140113060271103090</id><published>2008-02-19T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:48:08.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>SpongeBob, Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>It's funny to see kids love SpongeBob so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because he's a funny cartoon character. No doubt, I find it really funny when the funny adorable character appeared at almost everywhere. His yellow skin does help a lot in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel bored, you can think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/2580/monoqg9wl8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a version of his board game to monopoly your free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when you're hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/1743/spongebobcakekp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a bite of his cake. Anyone tastes it before? I haven't, but sure it'll tastes like a sponge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add some animal instinct to your SpongeBob, let's put on your lovely dog on your SpongeBob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/97/spongebobteece5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, the dog will loooook just like a sponge, smells like a sponge, walk like a sponge (is there such thing?), but still sounds like a dog. Now you can love both of them equally with this suit. Shower two loves with one hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel tired staying at home, but don't worry, just get yourself out from there with a special pair of SpongeBob shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/6608/spongebobjordan2wfl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, your evening walk will never be the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think so, and I can't stop laughing.. &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;..when I saw the real SpongeBob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img160.imageshack.us/img160/5086/spongebobcw1mt5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you, he's everywhere. (Location: Masjid India, Kuala Lumpur)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-6140113060271103090?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/6140113060271103090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=6140113060271103090&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/6140113060271103090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/6140113060271103090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/spongebob-where-are-you.html' title='SpongeBob, Where Are You?'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-8085634632905313568</id><published>2008-02-18T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:42:02.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Know How Now'/><title type='text'>How to Check the Quality of A Mobile Phone</title><content type='html'>First, press the following on your mobile phone *#06# and the international mobile equipment identity number will appear on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, look out for the 7th and 8th numbers. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Phone serial no. x x x x x x ? ? x x x x x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the interesting part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF the Seventh &amp; Eighth digits are 0 , 2 or 2 , 0 this means your mobile phone was assembled in Emirates, which has very 'Bad' quality &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF the Seventh &amp; Eighth digits are 0 , 8 or 8 , 0 this means your mobile phone was manufactured in Germany which has 'Fair' quality &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF the Seventh &amp; Eighth digits are 0, 1 or 1, 0 this means your mobile phone was manufactured in Finland which has very 'Good' quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF the Seventh &amp; Eighth digits are 0 , 0 this means your mobile phone was manufactured in original factory which has 'The Best' quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF the Seventh &amp; Eighth digits are 1 , 3 this means your mobile phone was assembled in Azerbaijan which is very Bad quality and also dangerous for your health &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my case, my K810i has an extremely good quality, though dropped on hard ground for several times. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-8085634632905313568?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8085634632905313568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=8085634632905313568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8085634632905313568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8085634632905313568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-check-quality-of-mobile-phone.html' title='How to Check the Quality of A Mobile Phone'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-5863130118069397889</id><published>2008-02-16T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:52:58.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>Bill Gates, Retired and Unretired?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1M-IafCor4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1M-IafCor4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s a spoof - a self made spoof. Featuring Bill Gates, Brian Williams, Jay Z, Bono, Steven Spielberg, Matthew McConaughey, George Clooney, Jon Stuart, Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama, Al Gore, and from Microsoft: Steve Ballmer, Christine White, Lisa Brummell, Robbie Bach, Kevin Turner, Ray Ozzie, and Craig Mundie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree﻿ that it's great when Bill Gates, who is the most powerful businessman in the world, can make fun of himself like this. Honestly, Steve Jobs wouldn't do the same, I'm pretty sure about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty funny way to go Big Pimpin’ Bill G! (Jay-Z’s reaction is priceless!.. and love the Mac in the background during his recording session)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-5863130118069397889?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5863130118069397889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=5863130118069397889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/5863130118069397889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/5863130118069397889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/bill-gates-retired-and-unretired.html' title='Bill Gates, Retired and Unretired?'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-5205528562818349505</id><published>2008-02-14T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:53:08.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is Lust'/><title type='text'>Happy Florist on Happy V-Day!</title><content type='html'>As I passed by Petaling Street, the ChinaTown in Kuala Lumpur yesterday, I saw lots of flowers for sale. It's Valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/2203/20080216162226yy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm not trying to be rude, but I must say some colour combination of those wrappers are really ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/4118/dsc01557ak6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're cheap.. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to make big money, lady florist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-5205528562818349505?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5205528562818349505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=5205528562818349505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/5205528562818349505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/5205528562818349505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-florist-day.html' title='Happy Florist on Happy V-Day!'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-2613235485927489039</id><published>2008-02-13T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:37:27.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is Lust'/><title type='text'>History and My Story of Valentine’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/830/cupidqq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying of “&lt;s&gt;Give and Take&lt;/s&gt; Take and Give” was running wild in my mind as I dig deep my pocket. First, I received money from the red packets given during the Chinese New Year. Then, I get to hold the cash for a few blinks before the money is channeled to my V-day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Valentine’s Day is not an issue to me and my partner, but I just need to know how this day comes about and the reason why we celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a story behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came from ancient Rome, and began when a cruel emperor who was so desperate for Roman men to join his military leagues. Instead of finding ways to attract soldier boys, he thought to himself and canceled all the marriages and engagements in the country. All this was based on a reason – it was hard for men to leave their love ones to the battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As rules are meant to be broken, young couples went for secret wedding to go against it. Thanks to a good priest like Saint Valentine, they have someone to perform marriage for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor got to know about it later and put Valentine behind bars. He was sentenced to be beaten to death and have his head chopped off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while in prison, Valentine fell in love with a jailor's daughter, who visited him during his confinement. Before his death on the 14th day of February, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed "From your Valentine". In 496 A.D., Pope Gelasius set aside February 14 to honor St. Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad case, now I know we are actually celebrating the death of Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-2613235485927489039?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2613235485927489039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=2613235485927489039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2613235485927489039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2613235485927489039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/history-and-my-story-of-valentines-day.html' title='History and My Story of Valentine’s Day'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-3300618140336999123</id><published>2008-02-11T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:53:18.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Goods'/><title type='text'>Auspicious Day to Start Work</title><content type='html'>Today is the fifth day of Chinese New Year, and the first working day of a brand new week. Surprise.. surprise, it is the worst day to kickstart my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the following chart, referring to the month of February 2008.. as you can see, I was born in the year of pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/1880/mapofluckfw9.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm already not feeling well though I don't really believe in it. Maybe it's true, partially in some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those working adults out there, please try to take a day off on those days indicated 'Worst'. Probably you couldn't, so just step in early and leave early.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will leave ASAP. It's not a matter of belief, it's just that the holiday mood is still lingers around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-3300618140336999123?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3300618140336999123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=3300618140336999123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3300618140336999123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3300618140336999123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/auspicious-day-to-start-work.html' title='Auspicious Day to Start Work'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-7369004398931543338</id><published>2008-02-05T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:23:09.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a Job'/><title type='text'>Little Things Make Wonders</title><content type='html'>I'm late for work, for almost everyday. It's really bad if everyone in the office stare at you. But for once, I don't feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a little advice from a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever happens in life, happens for good. Stop worrying about the future and forget the past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/556/latecl3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After September 11, a company invited the remaining members of other companies who had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share their available office space. In the meeting, the head of security told stories of why these people were alive and all their stories were just 'L I T T L E' things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might know, the head of the company survived that day: It was because his son started kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.  &lt;br /&gt;One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.  &lt;br /&gt;One of them missed his bus.  &lt;br /&gt;One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.  &lt;br /&gt;One's car wouldn't start.  &lt;br /&gt;One went back to answer the telephone.  &lt;br /&gt;One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.  &lt;br /&gt;One couldn't get a taxi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that struck everyone was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone, and all those little things that annoy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated. In a sense, it supposes to happen that way for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-7369004398931543338?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7369004398931543338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=7369004398931543338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/7369004398931543338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/7369004398931543338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-things-make-wonders.html' title='Little Things Make Wonders'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-312180084963137757</id><published>2008-01-28T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:03:05.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is Lust'/><title type='text'>Where No One Tattoo The Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/9545/aliciakeysnx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Alicia's No One quite frequent in this few weeks on the radio. Mr. DJ tends to play the song for like every hour. Well indeed, everyone listen to no one but themselves nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't listen to anyone too because I talk to myself and listen to my instinct all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a great &lt;s&gt;song&lt;/s&gt; advice to listen to? Yes? Not really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/4118/jordinoi6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I like the Tattoo song from Jordin Sparks as well, I will try to make a story out of it to further explain my point. Ok, it's a brand new song that inspires many people. Not the song but the story behind it. Love to say this, it's an actual proof that a 17-year old girl could be tattooed with an American Idol title at anytime if she sounds confident and great in her vocal. Of course, not to forget, with the help of a million voters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, sometimes we do need help from the others to accomplish something. In the process, you need to listen to them and turns out their thoughts are significant to us. But my point is not supposed to look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you dedicate a question to your friends, "What do you think of my dress? Lovely, isn't it?" or "I don't really care how go about it, but I do think it's good" An intention to ignore those feedbacks will only make them to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel good if you shut your mind with your own opinion and ignoring the rest. Everyone hates you. You might not love to hear this, but love is really what you need. The question is.. Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/8408/fergieqj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, it's my favorite song. Though you sang really well, Fergie, you need to thank to your other members in Black Eye Peas for their ideas and contribution. Without them, there's no you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the people around you, and they shall love you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lovely if I were to tell you there's a song clip herewith combining all the 3 songs I mentioned above. It's pretty obvious I wanted to put a linkage between those songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Boyceavenue. Love&lt;s&gt; you&lt;/s&gt; your voice, and you people out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UIaJclKV3Y&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UIaJclKV3Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-312180084963137757?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/312180084963137757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=312180084963137757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/312180084963137757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/312180084963137757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-no-one-tattoo-love.html' title='Where No One Tattoo The Love'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-2190287274795390476</id><published>2008-01-25T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:42:12.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is Lust'/><title type='text'>His Marriage and Its 20 years</title><content type='html'>Since the last printout on &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/08/marriage-is-crazy-thing.html"&gt;crazy marriage&lt;/a&gt; stuff, today I received an email from the same colleague again with similar jokes on marriage. Well I can’t really provide any thoughts on this as I’m still single. But let’s hope you are not in the position of this wife or husband in the following case. Marriage should have a happy ending, as likely in most classic fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/9863/klze3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beautiful view of marriage life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's the matter, dear?' she whispers as she steps into the room. 'Why are you down here at this time of night?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband looks up from his coffee, 'Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 18?' he asks solemnly. 'Yes I do' she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband pauses; the words were not coming easily. 'Do you remember when your father caught us in the garden?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I remember' said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband continued.. 'Do you remember when he showed the shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I'll send you to jail for 20 years?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I remember that too' she replied softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wiped another tear from his cheek and said, 'I would have been released today!' &lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story, if reality really differs from fairy tales, just pray that someday your prince charming will run over by his horse, or your snow white will just choked and die off while eating Mandarin orange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take this seriously though, as Chinese is approaching new year. Let the craze begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-2190287274795390476?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2190287274795390476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=2190287274795390476&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2190287274795390476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2190287274795390476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/01/his-marriage-and-its-20-years.html' title='His Marriage and Its 20 years'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-1040775152181129720</id><published>2008-01-13T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:12:27.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a Job'/><title type='text'>Life Isn't Short-sighted</title><content type='html'>A brand new year has arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the real drama being enacted in TV becomes reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/1765/heroesmy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like greased lightning, I was swiftly sail through piles of work in office lately. I'm not crazy, but I wanted to laugh. A big one. Just relief my stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is like reading a never ending storybook. But I remained conscious for long hours though 5 hours of sleep a day merely isn’t enough.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself - Life is short, I don't need to sleep for such long hours to put half of my lifetime into waste. Good news for those having insomnia then, you tend to have more hours to do more reckless things to your life. Make sure it's reckless but eventually mark a meaningful thought though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I still think I should make it a point to do something meaningful to my life every month, weekday, or even initiate it every hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. throughout the rest of my life, I'll first try my level best to satisfy the kid in me. You should as well. It could be to spend some time playing online games, cracking some jokes with friends or buy some gadgets to kill the curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I managed to do that, the feeling great traveled to every parts of my body, even my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my company isn't Google Inc. I don't have 20% spare time in office to do whatever I like. Gosh, I can see it coming. The end of today, tomorrow.. it's all the same old stuff to manage. Sounds like a happy ending to retirees. It sounds so manageable. However, the thirst for real challenges are the real kool-aid for young nuts like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I also need time to fix problems in life, besides adding spices and sucking candy along the path of life. Having done something that is acknowledged to be wrong in a sense, which in this case, no updates on this blog of mine, startled was what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first I need to work, then solve problems, and then enjoy life a bit, and it iterates over and over and over Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mean time, any ideas on how to live an ideal life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get help from books like The Secret and The Yoga of Life.&lt;span/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-1040775152181129720?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1040775152181129720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=1040775152181129720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/1040775152181129720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/1040775152181129720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-isnt-short-sighted.html' title='Life Isn&apos;t Short-sighted'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-2427729137460307494</id><published>2008-01-06T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:43:53.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Know How Now'/><title type='text'>Learn Chinese Through Music</title><content type='html'>Tired of learning English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's learn Chinese then. How about some music? You can ask Lee Hom to be your Chinese tutor too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/640/matchfleehomiz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this &lt;a href="http://www.learn-chinese-through-music.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; from a friend. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-2427729137460307494?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2427729137460307494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=2427729137460307494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2427729137460307494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2427729137460307494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/01/learn-chinese-through-music.html' title='Learn Chinese Through Music'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-3265328919711458837</id><published>2008-01-06T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:19:44.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Goods'/><title type='text'>Top 10 New Year's Resolution For Geeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/7321/newspaperhy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, hope you had a happy and wonderful celebration of a brand new year. It seems there are a lot of people posting videos on their new year resolutions in YouTube and asking around in Yahoo!Answers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then I happened to stumble on an article from Mark Hopkins regarding new year resolutions for &lt;a href="http://mashable.com/2007/12/31/2008-new-years-resolutions/"&gt;geeks&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should craft similar ones in that sense, since there's some lil geeky genes in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these resolutions sound great though. Mmm, let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Log-in to my social networks more than twice a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to Facebook, Friendster, MySpace and Bebo fortnightly and I shall be overwhelmed by the massive amount of spam from the anglosphere. Hope to say goodbye to them before a week ends.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Drink the Apple Kool-Aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the thrist for Apple laptops. Though &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macosx/"&gt;Leopard&lt;/a&gt; could hunt for attraction in its way (imho) but still lives with the threat from Vista. Yes, everyone needs a change for good. The question is when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Set up a spam bot for Ron Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey U.S presidential candidate and representative for Texas, please help us and we shall help you. Nice guy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Get control of my personal brand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like branded stuff, you should try me. I'm currently memorizing Neil Patel's &lt;a href="http://www.quicksprout.com"&gt;advice&lt;/a&gt;. I'm weird. And weird is a brand though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Invest in the next Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a Web 3.0 billionaire. Yay! Dreaming big dream is my first step to achieve the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Get my calendaring organized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google's calendar sounds cool but I seldom use it. Still prefer to stick post-it notes around my monitor which look messy but they tend to get me organized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Travel to more conferences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is certainly a great way to meet new people around the world and build up the network. Am currently looking for a sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Fix my grammar errors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's American English or British English, I need someone or something to correct my grammar. It's not for me, it's for your reading pleasure. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Make the next blockbuster online video podcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Adobe Premiere and Pinnacle Studio installed but first I need a video cam to make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Get my email under control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let today's printscreen speaks for itself. For you it might appears to be peanuts, but to a nobody like me, it's more like watermelon seeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/3553/mailff5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the new year's resolutions for non-geeks? Party all night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-3265328919711458837?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3265328919711458837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=3265328919711458837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3265328919711458837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3265328919711458837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-10-new-years-resolution-for-geeks.html' title='Top 10 New Year&apos;s Resolution For Geeks'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-6314707825648724505</id><published>2007-12-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:28:55.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>Karōshi attack!!</title><content type='html'>A story of mine before year ends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas just departed and a new year is arriving soon. At that moment, a project was rushing to meet its date.. dateline, and by doing so.. a bunch of programmers have evolved into zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the dateline stayed nearby, the project manager was deeply terrified. What if the project couldn't make its way through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kar%C5%8Dshi"&gt;Karōshi&lt;/a&gt; arrows were shot out to all the zombies to make way for the project to run. Project manager managed to escape. Two of the zombies survived from the attack. Dateline was pronounced utterly dead meat. But the project was still running without any doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project was indeed very tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A msn chat with a friend of mine before year ends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hey why dont u have a balance life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;7 mths.. but it's like 7 years already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;thts good u have a longer life than everyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;lols i dun think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kar%C5%8Dshi"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kar%C5%8Dshi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;google is my friend but wikipedia is my cousin, so read my cousin, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;there's a similar case happened in a bank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i think it's quite common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;well only happen in Asian countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;yea look at how Australians work man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;5pm all the bars are full&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;happy hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;overdose of alcohol instead of work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;instead of heart attack, get liver cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;which do u prefer then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;rather enjoy before dying than suffer before dying right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;perhaps u r right but still need to suffer the sickness b4 die, it makes no difference.. suffer still in the picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;heart attack will be quicker and less painful i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;erm... i guess u are right &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;(!!-.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my first 2008's resolution would be.. To drink more beer and be less STRESSful in any situations! Tell me what you think..&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/4766502378715521710-6314707825648724505?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/6314707825648724505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=6314707825648724505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/6314707825648724505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/6314707825648724505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/12/karshi-attack.html' title='Karōshi attack!!'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-9029508948562211287</id><published>2007-12-24T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:37:00.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>"What Ifs" On Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>I hate to say this, but you know what, there’re just too many “what ifs” popped out on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I misspelled something in those Christmas cards that I sent out? What if being under or over dressed on the upcoming fabulous Christmas party? What if I bought the wrong sizes for my family and friends? What if Santa Claus couldn’t make it to our house? What if there’s no what if..? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news if you can convince your child that there’s no Santa this year. Probably you can save some money for New Year celebration. But hey some kids don’t care anymore - all they want is to find their gifts waiting for them under their Christmas tree on every 25th December morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what most people said, it has becomes the “gimme gimme” holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-9029508948562211287?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/9029508948562211287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=9029508948562211287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/9029508948562211287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/9029508948562211287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-ifs-on-christmas-eve.html' title='&quot;What Ifs&quot; On Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-4521829325210630633</id><published>2007-12-19T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T01:39:36.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is Lust'/><title type='text'>Guess, Amber Chia and Christmas?</title><content type='html'>This is &lt;a href="http://www.pavilion-kl.com/"&gt;Pavilion&lt;/a&gt; - located at Bukit Bintang, Kuala Lumpur, West Malaysia. I would say both Pavilion and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suria_KLCC"&gt;Suria KLCC&lt;/a&gt; are identical in terms of their color scheme.. except for the white Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/7820/pavilionnc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Is Pavilion dreaming of a white Christmas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see there are lights on the tree, and stairs are situated along the tree, all the way to the top. For certain hour, the stairs will be occupied with a group singing Christmas carol. How lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a sec, the title of this post will not able to meet its content if I proceed to crap about tree and shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's meet &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amber_Chia"&gt;Amber Chia&lt;/a&gt; to make more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/1352/guessjt6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Guess boutique. Amber's here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/1655/amber1ga8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slizzing hot. But looks cool to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/7199/amber3lh1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Double doze of heat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/5006/amber2ra0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woman or shoes? Shoe or women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/4363/amber4ek5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello and hi, please move your head away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/3706/amber5ng4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marry me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Merry Christmas Amber..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Christmas? Well, some people prefer black here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-4521829325210630633?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4521829325210630633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=4521829325210630633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4521829325210630633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4521829325210630633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/12/guess-amber-chia-and-christmas.html' title='Guess, Amber Chia and Christmas?'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-4548435233776649798</id><published>2007-12-10T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:51:30.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>I Love Twelve Days of Christmas</title><content type='html'>I love listening to music. Who doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas and since Christmas is coming, I'm hearing English Christmas carol every now and then. Eventually I became an avid listener of Christmas carols. My favorite is definitely "The Twelve Days of Christmas". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that cumulative song, as it reminds me of those days where I used to repeat myself (just like the way the song is sang) in order to recall my memories before exams. Lols~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Monday, oops.. but to start off a beautiful Monday instead, here's a different version of my favorite Christmas song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it because I do think it's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBfdZHksr9Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBfdZHksr9Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it reminds me of my previous lecturer who talks in heavy Indian accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I love listening to his lecture. Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-4548435233776649798?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4548435233776649798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=4548435233776649798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4548435233776649798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4548435233776649798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-twelve-days-of-christmas.html' title='I Love Twelve Days of Christmas'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-7097380320113337338</id><published>2007-12-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:24:08.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>Ho, Ho, Ho, It's Christmas Cult</title><content type='html'>Just around the corner, you can tell Christmas is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Christmas is cool and all, but the mentality about Christmas perplexed me a lot as I get along with different individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, Christmas can be illustrated with words like snowy, white, innocent, fun and exciting. It also means it's time to take a shower of gifts and food. For religious adults, it's time to commemorate the birth of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might think differently though. Of course, it's an annual splurge for aggressive shopaholics to practice their buying frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, Christmas is indeed a very much commercialized holiday. This is just an innocent misrepresentation of mine. I do really hope the real meaning of Christmas still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning I was quite flabbergasted to receive a not-so-innocent Christmas e-card from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/2843/image0012zn4.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt;     Scroll down and you'll see Santa's willy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt; 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    For God's sake... Act your age...&lt;br /&gt;there is no Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to curse so much. ~#%$^@*$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-7097380320113337338?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/7097380320113337338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=7097380320113337338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/7097380320113337338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/7097380320113337338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho-its-christmas-cult.html' title='Ho, Ho, Ho, It&apos;s Christmas Cult'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-2781279955778451152</id><published>2007-12-02T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:26:35.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, My New Look!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I felt happy by putting a mess on others' face. Thus, the old header design was created. Ok, I lied. It's actually my childhood habit - just some itchy fingers and a nasty practice to allow creative juices to flow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://matchfingers.googlepages.com/oldheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;My previous header.. they will kill me if they see this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed &lt;s&gt;the design&lt;/s&gt; the header of this blog. It is based on.. oh wait, I'd named the theme as "Is Life Awesome or Awful?". Like a question, I frequently use it to determine my life purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of life? Should one appreciate beautiful things around us and one shouldn't allow ugly bad things to bring you down. Yeah, something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, I'm not good in describing that sort of stuff and am still searching for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy is the word to describe my current condition. But now, at least my blog looks less cluttered than my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the visit =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-2781279955778451152?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2781279955778451152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=2781279955778451152&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2781279955778451152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2781279955778451152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/12/look-my-new-look.html' title='Look, My New Look!'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-8647699121461976699</id><published>2007-11-28T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:18:58.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>It's Late and Too Late</title><content type='html'>It's 2 a.m, and i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there's one particular song trapped in my head. It seems can't find the exit gate. So, like a merry-go-round, it goes over and over again though I've shut off that music around 3 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize is the answer, in case you're questioning on the song title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="380" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fm0T7_SGee4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fm0T7_SGee4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="380" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An unofficial MV produced by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.aaronplatt.com/"&gt;Aaron Platt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, better than the official one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it was a sad song and there're just too many arguments on whether it's a song of Timbaland featuring OneRepublic or the other way round. Some stressed that Timbaland sung nothing much in that song, except for an awesome '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;' sound. Anyhow, I don't really mind as long as it sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put that aside. Well there are also many versions of this particular song. Created by talented individuals whilst in the process of trying to broadcast themselves in YouTube, here are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First note, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/musicchester"&gt;Chester See&lt;/a&gt; sings flawlessly using his cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3koBunNZxzw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3koBunNZxzw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's this drama queen, &lt;a href="http://www.happyslip.com"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt; who makes me laugh each time I watch her funny version of that song.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVSshzbAj_Y&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVSshzbAj_Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it's from the creator of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWPzxVMQU8g"&gt;YouTube song&lt;/a&gt;, a creative songwriter and producer&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/davidchoimusic"&gt;David Choi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uS5iQzj9MJo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uS5iQzj9MJo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say indeed it's a great song to listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sorry like the angel heaven let me think was you, but I wanna sleep... It's too late already~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My friend used to say "Apologize" is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-8647699121461976699?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8647699121461976699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=8647699121461976699&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8647699121461976699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8647699121461976699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-late-and-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s Late and Too Late'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-2764787089227219154</id><published>2007-11-26T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T03:17:52.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Know How Now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think A Thought'/><title type='text'>How to Apologize??</title><content type='html'>I've been missing for quite some time. There's guilt inside me that force me to do something about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to apologize. Here's a written apology from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sorry for being lazy&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's short and sweet. But some of you might think it wasn't a sincere apology due to that reason. Ok, fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~Please take me seriously, I acknowledged the damage done on the reputation of this blog as a result of abandoning this blog for 2 months and 22 days, and I apologize for any emotional injuries occurred between that period of time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might sounds way too serious. I shall try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~As a typical homo sapien who tend to make mistakes, as an employee who spend too much time working and as a son who always make his mom mad, I may be young but I won't allow my lazy hormone glades to take over consciousness nor give up this blog. Therefore, I'm truly, madly and deeply sorry that I'm not always there for you and I'm sorry for the fact that I'm always away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, it is. But a lot of &lt;s&gt;excuses&lt;/s&gt; good reasons given. And I do know I might sounded like an artist trying to apologize to the whole world. Yes, referring to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pkzMtL4h44"&gt;Aliaune Damala Bouga Time Puru Nacka Lu Lu Lu Badara Akon Thiam&lt;/a&gt; aka Akon. Sorry, blame it on me.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if all of the above doesn't work for you, I'm going to apologize in 10 different languages to you then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ignoscas [Latin]&lt;br /&gt;~Main Hamneeda [Korean]&lt;br /&gt;~Es tut mir Leid (ess toot meer lite) [German]&lt;br /&gt;~Gomen nasai [Japanese]&lt;br /&gt;~Îmi pare rău" (oohm pah-reh RUH-OH) [Romanian]&lt;br /&gt;~Mi dispiace (me dispyachay) [Italian]&lt;br /&gt;~Slihah [Hebrew]&lt;br /&gt;~Af ederim [Turkish]&lt;br /&gt;~Sygnome [Modern Greek]&lt;br /&gt;~Kheily mote'assefam [Persian]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you forgive me. Thank you very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-2764787089227219154?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2764787089227219154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=2764787089227219154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2764787089227219154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2764787089227219154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-apologize_26.html' title='How to Apologize??'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-3456675552575910006</id><published>2007-09-05T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:10:29.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>Chopstick or Bowl?</title><content type='html'>Am I screwed? I almost got involved in an accident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I drove to Star Hill, and when I heard my friend said "To the left, to the left", I made myself think he said "To the right, to the right" instead. Yes, I do not listen to Beyonce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take much brain to work out that both directions in Chinese. However, my little typical brain was confused (I don't mean it's tiny anyway) when someone trying their very best to direct me to somewhere using mouth instead of forefinger. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me in English, my brain can tell the direction at almost instantly. But if you mention it in Mandarin, I'll be like .. oooookay, let's see.. mmm.. alright, you mean right..right! Right? And accidents do happen at any moment by the time you figured that out. It's that serious.. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this thought of translate it to chopstick or bowl. Right side for chopstick and left for bowl, or the other way round depending on which side you hold them. That's a food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/3782/imchinesero8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way I can hold that chopstick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, no matter what language spells out, images certainly load faster in my brain (not sure about yours) compared to tedious texts and numbers. When I imagined a bowl, obviously I will start off by picturing the color, design and texture of a bowl. I will then picture my left hand holding that bowl. And of course, I will then open my mouth while waiting for the food to deliver using chopstick from my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left hand, bowl. Right hand, chopstick. That's my version of memorizing left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the ability to memorize, I'm facing hard time to remember details. There are merely too much things to remember everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding! I have 20 over passwords to remember - 3 ATM pins, a notebook and office workstation logins, 2 development and 6 production servers' passwords, 5 email logins, 7 forum ids and an online bank account. The list can go on, but these are the only ones recovered from my existing memory. Others suffered bad sectors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's like each time I need to recall something, my brain will triggered a request for username and password (i mean a clue here) in order to access the celebrum center for information. No memory on that, no problem, no info for me then. Tehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I browse through YouTube, I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="380" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlabrWv25qQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlabrWv25qQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="380" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's  really possible to map everything in the brain. Let's use our head in a correct way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly spread the words.&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/4766502378715521710-3456675552575910006?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/3456675552575910006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=3456675552575910006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3456675552575910006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/3456675552575910006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/08/chopstick-or-bowl.html' title='Chopstick or Bowl?'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-8193123810513086656</id><published>2007-08-18T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:59:25.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is Lust'/><title type='text'>Marriage is a Crazy Thing</title><content type='html'>Sorry people, I was away for almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;I planned to take a break to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my leave application got rejected without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off and then I saw this on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.imageshack.us/img47/2850/marriageed4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell printed this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not taking leave to get married.&lt;br /&gt;No worries, boss.. (I think it's him) Tehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanted to rest at home and watch some crazy reality shows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-8193123810513086656?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8193123810513086656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=8193123810513086656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8193123810513086656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8193123810513086656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/08/marriage-is-crazy-thing.html' title='Marriage is a Crazy Thing'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-2430192567772763736</id><published>2007-08-10T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:03:20.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>He’s Not a Plastic Bag</title><content type='html'>My best day to exercise always fall on Saturdays. It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my leg muscles, then it entails work on the muscles of both arms. Not to forget, my back muscles as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you think further, I was actually describing my once-a-week shopping exercise. Alone, I'm not. I'm with my another half. That's the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/2573/waitingqx7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gentlemen, it's time to test your level of tolerance and patience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the main physical exercise is to support the weight of shopping bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the bags is easy, but carrying them around for 5 hours non-stop is torture.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine Saturday, I was shopping in a mall.. at the same time stretching muscles of my eyes, going through  some &lt;s&gt;similar painful physical and mental torture&lt;/s&gt; colorful fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/4579/fashionartlt0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pro-fashional excuse to buy something expensive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branded stuff around, but there was this silly staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing still near the counter, there was this little sissy pine singing "I'm not a plastic bag la, ella.. ella.. eh eh eh!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was his version of Rihanna's Umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/6283/umbrellauv7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You can stand under my invisible umbrella..ella ella eh eh eh hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With goose bumps all over my back, I wondered why he ruined my favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself. Maybe that's his act of protest against plastic bags. Very creative, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/8333/plasticmannc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goddamn it, I'm not Plastic Bag.. I'm Plastic Man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well oh well that's something else we can do to save our environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/7673/kakadujabiruyy7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plastic free, Fantastic action! Bravo to Taiwan, Bangladesh, United States, Korea and South Africa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like this well-known designer, Anya Hindmarch who came out with her own &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/07/sucks-cess_31.html"&gt;success&lt;/a&gt; story to save the planet! Buy the bag, save the world. Tehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her design of an eco-friendly shopping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/6628/totezy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Plastic No More! Here comes a bag that saves the world from evil plastic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Creative..uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big hit after some celebrities use it while shopping for their grocery. And now it's the public's turn to kill two birds with one stone - help to save the planet and spend money on fancy bag without the feeling of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craze is on. Long queue. Bags sold out within days. Riot in KLCC. Aunty and uncle buy for their daughter. It's unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/3231/notamp8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The must-be-heavy / must-have bag of the season! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here’s my personal suggestion to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Anya Hindmarch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since guys often involved in carrying shopping bags around during shopping, why don’t you design some bag that sounds practical for them? Well instead of designing for females, kindly consider our feelings as well. You must understand they don't carry their shopping bag as often as us. So forget about the environment, think of our plight in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a heap for your understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the sense of fashion, but if it makes no sense, it’s often considered as creative.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fashion does overtake practicality. As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, carrying a creative tagline does help fashion befriend with practicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, drop the crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my design..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/4913/bagtu4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed fashion is unexplainable, but now I can portrait something here. No singing is required. Tehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, guys are directly involved in carrying shopping bags. And at the mean time, Sunday will be my best day to sleep off my tense muscles.. zzz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-2430192567772763736?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2430192567772763736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=2430192567772763736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2430192567772763736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/2430192567772763736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/08/hes-not-plastic-bag_09.html' title='He’s Not a Plastic Bag'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-4389925822598525229</id><published>2007-08-04T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:04:58.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird World'/><title type='text'>Korean Me, Please!</title><content type='html'>I simply love Korean instant noodle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/5035/meeqv2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because its noodle is slightly larger than normal Maggi mee. Or maybe I eat Korean noodle too often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I don't really think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly know their noodles are tasty, but the main possible reason might cause by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korean_wave"&gt;Hallyu&lt;/a&gt;, which already scored a direct hit on many countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the craze hits on girlfriend, then female colleagues, oh well.. then aunties.. and last but not least.. mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/7640/ahhbi9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Please do not scream like school girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't go against those female affection for Korean drama and movies. I guess Korean’s fascinating stories and great acting certainly stir a huge interest among the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some love to cry over their sad love story - which always ended with either the male/female actor died towards the end. Some just adores their hot male singers - which always with black colored hair and slit eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't understand their song lyrics as language becomes a barrier here. Maybe I can just sit back enjoying  myself by humming their tunes. Darn it, so it's true that those K-pop virus already polluted the brain cells of most Malaysian, Japanese, Taiwanese, Chinese and Hongkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another part of the rise of Hallyu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. to &lt;s&gt;attract female readers&lt;/s&gt; make things clearer, I'm going to show the very popular male Korean celebrities here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/9118/munjeonghyeokij2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Moon or Mun Jeong-hyeok, from Super Rookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/5237/hyeonbinzn3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyeon Bin, from My Lovely Sam Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/2909/jiseongwg7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Seong, from Save the Last Dance for Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/6898/jaeheeqt4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jae Hee, from Art of Fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/2275/wonbinpk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won Bin, from Autumn in My Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1323/jijinheevu0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Jin-Hee, from Dae Jang Geum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/273/johyeonjaeqq8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Hyeon-jae, from Love Letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/2005/leewanpa0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Wan, from Tree in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/1355/baeyongjoonhb8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bae Yong-Joon, from Winter Sonata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/5656/jangdonggunsb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Dong-Gun, from Taegukgi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough? Maybe I put a stop here..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it seems like your appetite is good..&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;Here we go again..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/2702/kwonsangwooou9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwon Sang-Woo, from Stairway to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/8288/kimraewonox6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Rae Won, from Love Story in Harvard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/2311/kangdongwonrm0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang Dong-Won, from Too Beautiful To Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/5540/joinseongsc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo In-Seong, from Madeleine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/6077/songiigookce7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song II-Gook, from The Art of Seduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/4952/rainlk4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, from Full House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, I guess Korean wave is so powerful..  until it hits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors as well..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow a plastic surgeon managed to combine the above 16 Korean faces to create a super perfect male Korean face! So right now a person can have a bit of handsome features from the faces of 16 most popular Korean Wave stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious me..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, he looks like this..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/824/idealuj8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looks familiar.. like the one i saw in the mirror everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys.. with this look, you can have all the girls you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tehe! ..Did the Korean wave makes you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need a bowl of Korean noodle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-4389925822598525229?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/4389925822598525229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=4389925822598525229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4389925822598525229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/4389925822598525229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/08/korean-me-please.html' title='Korean Me, Please!'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-8688796282750258460</id><published>2007-08-01T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:11:42.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a Job'/><title type='text'>Sucks-cess</title><content type='html'>Something to ponder for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Success means knowing the right people, being in the right place at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;right time and using the right tools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthony Robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/4676/successuv8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Yes, I do have success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, everyone wants to get hold of success and apparently a career, I mean.. a day job is needed. But since 3 years ago, my eyes and ears came across many successful stories on how money is made just by blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, these people can spend time with their love ones and make money at the same time. Still, most people don't consider it as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what's life without a career, and what's a career without a life? Let's mouth about the real success, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson no.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companies are like robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/1196/robotbuildingus7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're things and they don't have feelings. If a company transforms into bulletproof vest and protects you, you must be dreaming. Instead, beware of receiving life bullets when you open your office mailbox everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/6928/bulletofficehg4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there are no strong bonds between human and the so-called robot. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare will soon find you if you still don't grasp the truth..  No one cares more about your career than you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, don't expect your company to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson no.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain jobs fit certain people best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/5489/impressuf0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;No such thing as easy job.. those muscle takes a year to build!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys got no problem impressing a girl. It's like their nature to be appealing in the wooing job. On the other hand, some might have a tough time trying, probably due to no dancing genes, no cooking skill or singing talent to win a girl's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, you do have special gifts that fit you for some and disqualify you for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, we're just typical human who learn as we live, along with slightly unavoidable tendency to hit mistakes. Not everyone is born with a talent in drawing, but some people can draw really well at the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly kill some time to assess your skills, temperament and aptitude in depth. Then you will know what job suits your skill the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson no.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers are short-term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/4972/nojobqp6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there’s no terrorist attack, your present job can go dead anytime. It definitely will scare the shit out of me if I'm fired without a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution? Adopt short term thinking strategy. Don't take your present career for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/8232/consultantum4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once described a consultant as a person who wakes up every morning unemployed. Waking up every morning feeling unemployed, certainly makes you wonder.. What're you going to do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is..  Always prepare a Plan B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson no.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay in a job you hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img62.imageshack.us/img62/4143/jobskilljm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Better kill your job before it kills you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hating your job can kill you. Hunt for a job you love. Your consistent passion will eventually guide you to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/6564/gameoverba6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Games are difficult too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If success were easy, everyone would be successful already. Tehe! It's depends whether you are eager enough to win the game of life and taste the success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's only four words to trigger myself to work hard for success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Life Sucks Without Success!&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matchfingers&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/4766502378715521710-8688796282750258460?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8688796282750258460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=8688796282750258460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8688796282750258460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8688796282750258460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/07/sucks-cess_31.html' title='Sucks-cess'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-6129447523536986161</id><published>2007-07-28T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T02:06:49.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a Job'/><title type='text'>How many cats in Los Angeles?</title><content type='html'>The other day, a friend of mine was summoned to attend an interview in a research marketing company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he was quite keen to join that multinational company, but before that, he was required to answer several subjective questions as part of the interview process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions which are subjectively involved are always meant to discover individual ideas or opinions rather than facts. However, he was out of his conscious mind as he stumbled upon this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many cats are there in Los Angeles?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real question is, how to answer this with no reference books or Internet access? How to calculate? Why cats, not dogs? Is this an IQ question? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor friend doesn't even know how many cats in his own neighborhood.. worse, now it's referring to largest city in the state of California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brain had absolutely no idea, so eventually the question was skipped. Later at home, he curiously tried to google it and this is what he found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Due to lots of rain in LA, there will only be indoor cats, but people in LA are too poor to buy cats. Only people in Beverly Hills part of LA are rich enough to buy cats, but they are too busy working and got no time to take care of the cats. In the end, those rich people have to hire old nannies to take care of the cats, but old people in Beverly Hills are too superstitious and don't like cats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So based on the assumption, there are no cats in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/6669/hahanj7.gif" width="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a brilliant answer! Tehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't think any candidates actually have time cracking jokes like this one during a 30-minute interview test. I suppose when they saw that question for the first time, they already damn stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend was hired at the end of the interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-6129447523536986161?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/feeds/6129447523536986161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4766502378715521710&amp;postID=6129447523536986161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/6129447523536986161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/6129447523536986161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-many-cats-in-los-angeles.html' title='How many cats in Los Angeles?'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766502378715521710.post-8066098160221279118</id><published>2007-07-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:38:19.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's There?</title><content type='html'>It's a pleasure to welcome you to this tiny little space of mine. Below will fit some of my description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in KL, Malaysia, you could say I am having an idyllic life, privileged to a certain extent.  Used to stage  combat scenarios with Legos  during childhood and currently loves art a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like unconscious creativity, conscious expression and passionate pursuit of life goals. Anyhow, passion was built in the area of multimedia design but eventually landed in a dark world of database programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for knowledge and money, whilst I blog whenever I'm in a position of trying to understand something. I strongly believe that comments in a blog or forum do help a heap in making senses, instead of making mistakes. Of course, I believe blogging can be a profession as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to input constructive comments or you may contact me to let me know what you think about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-8066098160221279118?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8066098160221279118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766502378715521710/posts/default/8066098160221279118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/07/whos-there.html' title='Who&apos;s There?'/><author><name>Matchfingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16081788935608701490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
