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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 15:44:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Asshole</category><category>Work</category><category>Thoughts</category><category>Life</category><category>Godzilla Hunt</category><category>photography</category><category>Food</category><title>The Absent Minded Little Misfit</title><description>I was once a happy child with no care in the world. Now I am a balding, fat, agnostic, bitter, negative, hateful, evil, cowardly, msg dependent, absent minded and ugly social 'mis'fit. Guess life is a little misfit for me.</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ALittleMisfit" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="alittlemisfit" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-7266549173379976959</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T23:07:10.680+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Asshole</category><title>Asshole Diaries #1000003</title><description>One of my colleague bought a premium phone without any discount. Imagine, 2 unit together with his brother without any discount where every other shop is throwing discount! After being laughed by us. This phone became faulty just after 2 days. JUST 2 DAYS for Samsung Galaxy S2 nett price $1899.&lt;br /&gt;
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The shop he bought the phone from did not exchange it to him but send it back for warranty. After a few days of grumbling the phone and brand sucks. He got fed-up and planned to just abandon the phone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me, being me, adding oil to the fire.&lt;br /&gt;
"Yeah! Yeah! Lousy phone, sell to me for $800."&lt;br /&gt;
He pissing off, "No way! At least $1000 to get me even considered, but must tell my brother sold at $1400"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Tell you what. Sell me $800 and I will tell your bro I bought at $1600"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-7266549173379976959?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2012/02/asshole-diaries-1000003.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-8925696403331378846</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-18T12:53:17.858+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Misfit Home DIY</title><description>It's nearing Chinese New Year again and I used some recycled stuff to make a cover for my house "fish pond" and a bench to put some of the missus stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enough said... the result is really $*^%@*!#%*&amp;amp;#$%$*@#**!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-8925696403331378846?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2012/01/misfit-home-diy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRzcWdUsFik/TxZOz4vm4jI/AAAAAAAAAtA/SA5LCQ1WbdM/s72-c/DSC00271-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-7769258797993295032</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-11T01:26:19.415+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>Misfit Interview</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have receive a forwarded mail from Marigold lately, which she received from a friend's friend's friend, perhaps another 5 time more friend's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The content of the email was job vacancies from an international hotel-chain for projects around asia. I don't know what came over me and I am overcame by the YES MAN plethora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So some quick advise from Marigold and Jewel just heightened my resolve to finally apply for new job, just for the sake of applying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CV have never been updated since the 1st year I worked. It's kinda funny trying to remember what you do and studies at my age. When it was finally done, I seems a bit uncertain but I still mail it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To note here, my office firefox can't seems to allow the "attachment" in Hotmail. Hence I mailed using my Yahoo. At there I was, waiting like some orphaned kids waiting for Christmas gift. I keep checking my Yahoo, asked Marigold if the mail was a hoax. She's so sweet. If people asked me that, my standard reply would be: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The next week (mon), still no reply, kinda gived up on it. Then I checked my Hotmail, and there it was, REPLY SINCE LAST FRIDAY! What the hell?! I've send using Yahoo and got a reply at Hotmail?!?! How the hell that happen?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Marigold asked me: "What is the mail you wrote on your CV?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ishh, you just can't beat a job hoppers experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The reply asked for my confirmation for a phone interview on Tuesday 4pm. As it was my working time, I lied that I have a meeting around 3pm and ask for a later time. The reply came quick, the HR manager ask, "Is 4.30 fine then?" I am speechless but agreed this time. I am feeling darn insecure. Well, this is my 1st interview in 10 years after all. I was like a pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Myky44 sums it very easy for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Take your hand,&amp;nbsp;hold it out in front of u&amp;nbsp;then put it down on your crotch and feel if your balls are still there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So came Tuesday, there was a meeting in the morning which I sought advised from a senior manager about working overseas. He advised me to ask for a much higher salary than I am looking for. Sort of being brainwashed by him. ASK FOR HIGH PAY COMPARED WITH WHAT YOU ARE GETTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Reach office around 3:30pm, came all sort of works and queries by my colleagues. Didn't get any free time for any preparation. 4:10pm, boss came up and met me, he was discussing about the project/work for the whole year. 4:15pm, boss left to my relieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;4:30pm, the call came in. The HR manager's voice was sweet. All the standard question, asking my experience etc. It's funny when she asked what is my biggest achievement and I honestly can't think of any but bullshit. Then she asked about my chinese&amp;nbsp;proficiency. I told her, TALK AWESOME! WRITE RETARD LEVEL! (this is not verbatim but something hidden like that) and I think she cross out my chances of working in China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;She asked about other place. Indonesia. I ask which place there is vacancy left. She said BALI. Is it ok with me? Of course LA! Then she asked what is the salary package I am getting now. Oh bummer.. there goes my "GET HIGH SALARY" plan out of window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So finally I asked what Exactly is the job scope as the email didn't really mentioned in depth. I found out that HR is still HR. They know nuts about what technical people is actually doing but I gather enough information to figure it out. Hence my confidence/ego shoot straight to the stars and I told her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Like that I can be the PM instead of DPM."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I think it will be a miracle if the scheduled review and reply from the director in 2 weeks time will be&amp;nbsp;favorable&amp;nbsp;to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-7769258797993295032?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2012/01/misfit-interview.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-8259811578724579597</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-28T23:48:16.940+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>My First Meme Comic</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2011/12/28/aaac67e1-0889-48ae-aca9-85b8ce9c6f53.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2011/12/28/aaac67e1-0889-48ae-aca9-85b8ce9c6f53.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Seriously.. IT IS THAT DAMN ANNOYING EVERY SINGLE TIME UNTIL I NEED TO RAGE AND MEME COMIC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-8259811578724579597?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-first-meme-comic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-5031560021315110012</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-24T09:34:48.519+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Belated Awesome!</title><description>I went back for sort of an earlier family reunion dinner yesterday. It was also for my mom's and bro birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, it was the day they&amp;nbsp;compensate&amp;nbsp;my earlier belated birthday gift. So my gift is more awesome than my mom's TWO banquet of flowers (Which 1 was robbed by my niece)&lt;br /&gt;
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Ha... So I am still logically awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-5031560021315110012?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/11/belated-awesome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jC1d5If2tSg/Ts2aWtkqI6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/ORd-u3c_UVY/s72-c/IMG_0041_cr.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-6200444331141550610</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-19T12:10:26.854+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>I Iz Timing Awesome</title><description>Again it was the time when I am so darn lack of working time due to &lt;a href="http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/01/work-random.html"&gt;Tiny's&lt;/a&gt; resignation which/ caused my work stress which caused by work unhappiness which caused by Girlboy!&lt;br /&gt;
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There was 1 project which have a darn annoying client and architect where they keep rushing your design and then changed it after you completed it.&lt;br /&gt;
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They keep changing even the meeting timing and WILL blame you if you have earlier appointment and can't attend to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, on there was a scheduled meeting on Friday 2:30pm which I have not done ANYTHING for this project yet. Going there would only result me being the delay scapegoat. And this meeting to me is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I intend to start depart from my office only on 2:30pm. Prompting a reply,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Siowgirl : &amp;nbsp;=.= so yong sui meh? ppl wait4 u&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On 2:26pm, i received a message:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Meeting postponed to next week&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
See, my timing is AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-6200444331141550610?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-iz-timing-awesome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-7944592725665418572</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-12T22:53:39.957+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Because Cows is on the Road</title><description>My friend Mr.Edu is very proud of his new red Prius.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;In a hot sunny day, where he have to rushed for a meeting, driving his prius over, he was blocked on the road by a herd of cows.&lt;br /&gt;
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Slowing down, suddenly his car was knocked over by something. He thought it was a careless driver.&lt;br /&gt;
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Glancing over, it was only a bull charging at his RED car.&lt;br /&gt;
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HAHAHAHAHAHA! DAMN EPIC!&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps we should all drive a red tank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-7944592725665418572?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-drive-with-cows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-7113852176551677614</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2011 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T23:07:43.744+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Asshole</category><title>Asshole Diaries #1000002</title><description>My young kid cousin was having a birthday party; me &amp;amp; wife was invited over.&lt;br /&gt;
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As it was a more last minute decision, my wife decided to present my cousin a beauty product that she likes. Since it was my wife thing, I was tasked to wrap it as my contribution.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I looked at the&amp;nbsp;wrappers, thinking of the work, and saw the pastry box i bought to celebrate my own birthday a few days earlier which almost the whole world didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Basically, the box is just slightly bigger than the gift. So i just minor clean the box off pastry crumbs, and placed the gift inside.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cover the Box, inside the original bakery's plastic bag&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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And the wrapping is DONE!&lt;br /&gt;
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I asked my wife to hand over the present since it is her "contribution" after all, but she was having none of it.. Shheehhh..&amp;nbsp;spoilsports.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we headed over, and little cousin was outside her house bbq-ing with her school friends.&lt;br /&gt;
'Adding body fat cousin?' Came my greetings 'Here, I bought roasted pork bun as your gift.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, the look on her face says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-7113852176551677614?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/11/asshole-diaries-1000002.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_hRWkRglwQ/Traz2Dr9LEI/AAAAAAAAApw/YIuDjfBwuS4/s72-c/DSC00248.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-8632941455566755493</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-31T22:13:34.371+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>Japanese Working Ethics Awesomeness!</title><description>It has came into my attention, or rather lack of it for this blog update. There are a couple of reason behind it, depress, busy, lazy, etc.... but hey, I'm back with this update.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was in charge lately of a project that involves Japanese client. It was a joint venture project where the technical aspect will be handled by the Japanese. The thing with Japanese is, they are very hand-on. They will check quite throughout as like it is not ethically but lawfully. Heck, I was surrounded and "interrogated" by not one, but THREE senior managers and chief engineers.&amp;nbsp;Luckily I survived, not bad for someone nearly flunked his degree. This future project MD, was already based here and on the ground even before any office was set up. He practically was overseeing even the hard labor&amp;nbsp;work. I'm telling you, you won't see this happens for Malaysian MD, ever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was again during the meeting for the Japanese project that I chaired. The contractor wanted to proposed a "better" option and product in hoping of speeding up the job. The sales team, hoping to hit this sales, proudly showcase their product, presentations video etc. After the presentation, the MD politely went over to the presentation board, and ask&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What is the value for this constant of your product?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was practically holding my laughter looking at the shocked face of those sales person. The material parameters he asked was beyond even my understanding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After the sales team carefully sidestep this questions, another question was asked by a very senior and equally nice engineer on the&amp;nbsp;practicality&amp;nbsp;of that product. He explained to me earlier that Japan have in fact used it 10 years ago. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again, a salesgirl explained that 10 years was a long time, and the product in fact have been improved and overcame that certain limitation. And to that, the engineer smiled and replied&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I don't believe."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
OMG ROFL! The looked on the sales team says it all. This practically makes up for all the boring and stressful meeting earlier. These guys are AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
So I hereby bestowed and viewed upon them as Ultramans.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though Godzilla is still more AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-8632941455566755493?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/10/japanese-working-ethics-awesomeness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i37.tinypic.com/9aalig_th.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-4191044563963574619</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T23:07:56.865+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Asshole</category><title>Asshole Diaries #1000001</title><description>Cuddy my colleague seems have a very good appetite. As she was half-jokingly told by my Lady-Boss to watch her weight earlier. I joined her and other colleagues chatting about it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Wah, Lady-Boss really told you that? You must have eaten a lot in front of her yesterday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
Cuddy: Haha, I don't think so. Just one plate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cuddy: Besides, I have a big head, I would not look pretty if I am slimmer with big head.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: It's not like you are pretty now anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-4191044563963574619?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/10/asshole-diaries-1000001.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-2535817450779959469</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T21:46:31.853+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>BANGKOK</title><description>HERE I KAMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-2535817450779959469?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/09/bangkok.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-4217848328048561741</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-13T13:12:50.227+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Sunglass Break</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;unapologetic&amp;nbsp;colleague accidently stepped on my sunglasses when she step into my car during lunch hour carpool. It felled on the car floor and she just stepped on it. I am not asking you to pay for it but AT LEAST shows a bit sorry over it LA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucMzDgC1hRE/TkVSRR1KXlI/AAAAAAAAApc/6K8R75A2NRQ/s1600/DSC00220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucMzDgC1hRE/TkVSRR1KXlI/AAAAAAAAApc/6K8R75A2NRQ/s320/DSC00220.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought this when I got my first paycheck. Sort of remind me of lives... You can't go on living forever. Well, it does serves it's purpose well. RIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh wai~ it's still in my car.. haven't dump it yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_538254127"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_538254128"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-4217848328048561741?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunglass-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucMzDgC1hRE/TkVSRR1KXlI/AAAAAAAAApc/6K8R75A2NRQ/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-2190045806034204157</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-03T22:08:48.796+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Moon's Restaurant</title><description>Daisy drop me a message just after her return from New Zealand holiday.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Daisy: Hey, your friend moon open a thai restaurant at NZ!&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: How u know?&lt;br /&gt;
Daisy: I got photo to prove.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Is it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This comes of a&amp;nbsp;surprised&amp;nbsp;to me, how did Daisy knew about my friend Moon? Though both are close friend, they are from different stage of my life. It was a&amp;nbsp;surprise&amp;nbsp;to me as something big like this for Moon, at least I should know from her. And&amp;nbsp;coincidentally&amp;nbsp;Moon was there last year with her family. They planned to open a restaurant there the whole time and I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;
That sort of hurts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Wah.. how do you know her?&lt;br /&gt;
Daisy: Did u open the photo i sent to u?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Email to me&lt;br /&gt;
Daisy: Okok&lt;br /&gt;
Daisy: Sent liao&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Ok&lt;br /&gt;
(Expecting to see Moon cutting a ribbon or some kind)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRlXJYDhDz4/TjlWI2dEGBI/AAAAAAAAApY/20Df1WzcHkQ/s1600/SAM_07192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRlXJYDhDz4/TjlWI2dEGBI/AAAAAAAAApY/20Df1WzcHkQ/s1600/SAM_07192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I See THIS!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Kena TROLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLLLL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-2190045806034204157?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/08/moons-restaurant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRlXJYDhDz4/TjlWI2dEGBI/AAAAAAAAApY/20Df1WzcHkQ/s72-c/SAM_07192.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-4729997936802389791</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-22T23:08:53.541+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><title>Friends are needed for lifetime?</title><description>As I was preparing sandwich for dinner, I ponder upon a text conversation with an friend few days ago that ends well.... not well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friends huh? Friends are an important part of lifes. Of course, friends comes and go.&lt;br /&gt;
Life sometimes reach a stage where you wonder the importance of friends, their value in your heart etc. Perhaps some people always care less of you regardless of what you wonder.&lt;br /&gt;
Then you reach another stage where you care less of friends or people.&lt;br /&gt;
Another stage where you're friends are gone, mostly cause you out-lives them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So all this thinking makes me going to mess up my salami and tuna. You of course wants your food to be nice, therefore concentrate on my awesome sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But not for long, should I take initiative? And what? Ends up hurt or looking like a total jerk thrash to be&amp;nbsp;tossed&amp;nbsp;aside later again when no needed?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then I come to an important&amp;nbsp;realizations. Sort of achieve&amp;nbsp;enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I realize....&lt;br /&gt;
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What the HELL am I doing in the kitchen making sandwich?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-4729997936802389791?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/06/friends-are-needed-for-lifetime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-1338265394577495175</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-17T09:30:42.181+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Old Republic.... AWSM!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/QyYbvVAtlWk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QyYbvVAtlWk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QyYbvVAtlWk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, Star Wars plays a part of my childhood. I could always imagine maneuvering my X-Wing around hilly areas, enjoying the view from up above. I still do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since the major disappointment of Revenge of the Sith. The Star Wars spirit is saved by Old Republic Series. Just too bad that I will definitely miss this latest offering MMO.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the trailer is still DAMN KAO AWEEEESYYUUMMM!!!!! I "dislike" posting any videos, but this one is an exception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-1338265394577495175?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-republic-awsm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-3132048405874093051</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2011 14:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T22:44:46.865+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Misfit does a Tucker</title><description>It is good feelings when you tell people because of your bluntness and finally proving the you are awesome and correct. Not unlike Tucker.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It all started today Daisy, old old friend and ardent follower of religious teaching, obviously having a bad day, posted "Boikot -ve" in her msn status.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, the thing with religious people is, they are very stubborn, but easily proven wrong. But their fanatic and craziness makes them immune to the obvious fact when they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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me: BOIKOTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daisy: i boikot negative people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: i'm negative,&amp;nbsp;so boikot each other?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daisy: OK, as per ur request&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daisy: i hate negative ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daisy: hateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: hate is a negative word&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daisy: so hate is together with negative ppl lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daisy: do u understand or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daisy: hateeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: against good teaching&lt;br /&gt;
me: u hate... is negative&lt;br /&gt;
me: bad&lt;br /&gt;
me: so u negative&lt;br /&gt;
me: please hate yourself too&lt;br /&gt;
me: AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daisy: i dun agreed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daisy: and i dun want to argue to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daisy: is up to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;( Daisy Offline )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then it so happen Eve, another old friend of both me and Daisy drop the line in just after Daisy left.&lt;br /&gt;
Eve works in the ultimate border limit legal field of work know as Multi-Level-Marketing (MLM) aka Homebreaker leaching heartless cheating field.&lt;br /&gt;
So I happen to tell her about Daisy's Positive/Negative thoughts earlier and it ends up with this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: tonite i hv to stay until 11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: u power worker&lt;br /&gt;
me: different&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: i am forced to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: wasn't my choice :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: so now no need work ar?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: 2 bosses not around...so slacking while I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: oooh,&amp;nbsp;stay until 11 for wat?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: got function....every thur is a must....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: who ask u join this cheat people type company&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: pls lah when onli u wan to believe tat MLM co hv bright future....ahahahhaha&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: u parasite on other people&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: pls lah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: can v stop t topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: buthurt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: others topic to chat wit me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: i'm happy to make u angry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: sori i am not angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: oh wait.... must positively enlighten u to correct way&lt;br /&gt;
me: ahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: i just dun wan to waste my time onli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: u R wasting ur time there&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: sorry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: and burning your soul&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: i can c my future here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: lalallallal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: parasite&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: i hv to stop here as i dun wan the -ve energy from u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Eve: tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;
me: waaiiit... let me save you from the eternal flame of burning hell... don't goooo&lt;br /&gt;
( no more reply... )&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So just after Eve, I moved on to Jewel, the temperamental princess. Newer old pals, but crazily into the superficial&amp;nbsp;metropolitan &amp;nbsp;lifestyle now&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;--- Really can't understand what these are about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
me: ahhahaha... now flaming my friend&lt;br /&gt;
me: oh wai~ the correct word is enlightment... show to correct path... hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Jewel: Cheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: she work at mlm company... i called her parasite&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Jewel: Nothing wrong with mlm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: lol&lt;br /&gt;
me: u also&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Jewel: As long as get money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: see&lt;br /&gt;
me: another damnation detected&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Jewel: It is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: must correct the path&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Jewel: I dun care how u get rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: ahahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Jewel: As long as with legal way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
me: so i need to find some young girl and start pimping them. It is just as free will.&lt;br /&gt;
me: same theory&lt;br /&gt;
( no more reply... )&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am still logically awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-3132048405874093051?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/06/misfit-does-tucker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-5152048338208832945</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-01T21:36:19.080+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>Gaji tarak keluar YEEETTTT!!!!</title><description>Was send to a dreaded outstation place for a meeting today... The thing is, my monthly salary is not out yet.... So I gather what I have in wherever I can... piggy banks.... hidden stash.. etc.... and final figure... $80+. Sigh, and I though of buying a longtime friend lunch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before go, GirlBoy kindly loan me $50 which I gleefully accept. My drive up there is unevenful... except I finally break my driving speed record of 200km/h HOOOYAAAHHHH.... DEM HIGHHHH!!! Ahem... hope I won't receive any summons for it. Well, driving fast burned your fuel faster. At the petrol station, I found that my credit card is spoilt.... have to use cash &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are down on luck... they really kicked you more. The meeting lasted sooner than expected... totally needless of me to attend $#^*&amp;amp;@!^%#*&amp;amp;^%@$#!#%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the funny thing is.. as the meeting ended earlier, I called an ex-housemate cum good buddy and he just happens to be nearby... and we have a great time catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that.... meet another longtime friend for a tea.... hmmmmm......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ends up not a bad day..... but still no money solutions... dem stupid credit card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-5152048338208832945?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/06/gaji-tarak-keluar-yeeetttt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-9000465218909523507</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2011 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-21T22:12:00.348+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Another Childhood Heroes Gone... RIP MACHO MAN</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v1d6_9WQ_lM/TdfHffSplWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/S-F1B4ODhk0/s1600/7537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v1d6_9WQ_lM/TdfHffSplWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/S-F1B4ODhk0/s320/7537.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;November 15, 1952 – May 20, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;RIP OHHhhh YEEAAaahhHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-9000465218909523507?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-childhood-heroes-gone-rip-macho.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v1d6_9WQ_lM/TdfHffSplWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/S-F1B4ODhk0/s72-c/7537.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-5794334151166129276</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2011 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-14T10:24:47.778+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>Sunset Photography Trial</title><description>I was exiled to a three-day risk management studies thingy at a very run down resort lately. Since I am going there, I brought my camera along as I always wanted to take the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first day after all the boring mumbo-jumbo, I grab my camera on the evening break and waited for the sunset. I did took quite a lot of photos, and feed a lot of mosquitoes too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HUkUexfAUc4/Tc3m0dfbwcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aT_LCGHmdCA/s1600/IMG_9249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HUkUexfAUc4/Tc3m0dfbwcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aT_LCGHmdCA/s1600/IMG_9249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sun is setting, seems I am rewarded for the patience and mosquito blood. And after the above photo....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The battery went dead.... no sunset photo T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-5794334151166129276?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-was-exiled-to-three-day-risk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HUkUexfAUc4/Tc3m0dfbwcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aT_LCGHmdCA/s72-c/IMG_9249.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-5377046698037268859</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2011 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-21T21:05:12.503+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>Back to shithole</title><description>After barely recovering from my illness..... I'm back to old shithole project again...&lt;br /&gt;
Sigh... this is really depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-5377046698037268859?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-to-shithole.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-8264955160238076945</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 09:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-05T17:41:44.457+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Cough my way to the grave....</title><description>Ditto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-8264955160238076945?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/04/cough-my-way-to-grave.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-6707781765149350956</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2011 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-14T21:09:15.043+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>High Roll Mojo</title><description>It was time that I was stricken with illness again and my boss choses this time to go on a holiday. Well, its actually boss holiday.. then me sick.... but you get my point...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I have to attend a key meeting on his behalf since he was away. It's actually a meeting full of bloodsucking imp. They do nothing, but demand everything type. Here I am in my element, even with my barely audible voice, I managed the fend them off... shoot them down. WOW... I AM ON A ROLL BABY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a break, I proceed to have smaller group discussion where I managed to solved some issues. YES... STILL ROLLING... MY MOJO'S AWESOME.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then one of them said to me...&lt;br /&gt;
"You left your zippers down....."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, the goes my high roll......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-6707781765149350956?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/03/high-roll-mojo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-820356519881246938</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2011 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-08T11:55:34.612+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>aLittleMisfit first hand experience on INFLATION</title><description>I've gone to my regular neighborhood's barber for my monthly hair cut (I STILL HAVE SOME HAIR LEFT MIND U!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They charges me $6 instead of the previous $5.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whoooaaa... that's an increase of &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-820356519881246938?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/03/alittlemisfit-first-hand-experience-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-1334258879851925271</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-01T23:45:20.643+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><title>Chinese New Year Preparation</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6_vyjeYi_t0/TUgqY8lANMI/AAAAAAAAAms/U_3lPhSyWck/s1600/DSC00178_cr.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6_vyjeYi_t0/TUgqY8lANMI/AAAAAAAAAms/U_3lPhSyWck/s320/DSC00178_cr.png" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, looks like I'm all done preparing this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Geong Hee Fatt Chai!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-1334258879851925271?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year-preparation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6_vyjeYi_t0/TUgqY8lANMI/AAAAAAAAAms/U_3lPhSyWck/s72-c/DSC00178_cr.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28974402.post-2823728463374891217</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-28T22:35:14.752+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>Work &amp; Kolig</title><description>Well, the new year isn't a good time for being emo-ing&lt;br /&gt;
But sadly, with the workload and my sad personal state. I am... partially laaaa....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back to our topic, lets just introduce to some of my office colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Tiny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Well, to start with, I have now a junior that report under me, lets call her Tiny. Tiny while OK in her work that I "delegate" to her, she seems to be in a tie up type in personal life. Never been oversea, hardly out traveling, very bossy boyfriend, kampung type girl where any aunt /&amp;nbsp;neighbor / next door cat have problem also involve her type.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tiny seems quite frequently on the phone on personal matters and easily falls sick. She does cry easily type, I think. Well, how do you explained when she does a mistake, and before I get a chance to even lecture her, she runs of crying? I RAGEEEEE before I can even get a change to RAGE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me and other more old colleagues did suggest her to get some suppliment. Not viaga for female, but multivitamins or cod liver oil. While we were talking about cod liver oil, my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2009/08/work-no-assist-2.html"&gt;ex-assistant&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(lets call her cuddybear now for the easy reference) said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Don't know why, these cod liver oil taste just like fish!"&lt;br /&gt;
Ooooo boy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Cuddybear&lt;/u&gt; (&lt;a href="http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/assist-not-available.html"&gt;Ex-Assistant&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
Now assist Girlboy, and part of the reason why girlboy PMS so much lately.&lt;br /&gt;
Before the past Hari Raya, I did mentioned the need for medical insurance, she assured me that she planned to buy one, after the raya expenses.&amp;nbsp;And what do you know, just after raya she goes on and purchase an expensive phone.&lt;br /&gt;
And then she got dengue. Spend a week on ICU, 2 months on mc. And then I offered to buy her durians while she was still in hospital recovering.&lt;br /&gt;
Now that she's back working, she's even more blur. But I do have more fun with her around, for example:&lt;br /&gt;
"Cuddy, how many inches in 1 feet"&lt;br /&gt;
Cuddy, "Errr... 3"&lt;br /&gt;
See, soo fun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Girlboy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Well, this is part of the headache I have in the office right now.&lt;br /&gt;
Girlboy, as you can refer to work related post earlier... while he is OK personally, at work he is dem annoying. He can play only 1 song&amp;nbsp;repeatedly&amp;nbsp;the WHOLE DAY and out of random burst out singing the chorus with it.&lt;br /&gt;
Last time while he was a junior, I always did make fun of him. But since now he have his own assistant, I try to avoid making him "lose face". In fact, I rather avoid him at work all together... tehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;
I do think lately he have a lot of issues communicating with other&amp;nbsp;colleagues, causing me the out who pick up the pieces/shit/leftovers/scolding/ etc all the non-healthy-for-brain-stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I can donate entire long post ranting about this, thinking it alone gave me headache.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Me aka evil aka jahat aka bad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Me? Apart being the one who have to pick up everyshit.&lt;br /&gt;
I am an asshole as usual.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
HIGH FIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;
... no not you readers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Q: Why can't I fit in anywhere?
A: How the hell I know!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28974402-2823728463374891217?l=alittlemisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alittlemisfit.blogspot.com/2011/01/work-random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

