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After graduated from colleague, he help up his uncle in construction. Always thought that working with family member will be easy. with some of his knowlegde in business fundamental and be able to manage the project wisely has been an advantage for him to assist his uncle in business. With a fix salary and little commision every month. He is happy with his life. After few months working, his uncle offer him to join the company as a shareholder with a condition, he must invest Rm20,000 initial to buy new machinery and tools.With more than half a million dolar project in hand. The young guy has agreed to join and work together with his uncle, manage his account and workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week after the discussion, the uncle started to use up the young guy money. He started to spend thousands on new machine, lend his newphew money, car and started to meet up new client.The young guy was so happy to look at the progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunely, suspicious activities happen, one day when on the way back from meeting client. His uncle has been stopped by 3 Indian and forced him to get down from his truck. Trying to cover up his back, he asked his young nephew to go back to the site and he will settle all the missunderstanding. The young guy refused and started to asked the indian guys what is happening. Eventually one of the indian guy has been informed by the financial institution to tow the truck because his uncle has not pay up the installment for 3 months. With his ego, the uncle said he can settle and try to fight back. haha but he end up sitting in between the indian guy and he has to go to the bank to pay up the settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the young guy sound his uncle. " You keep quiet, let me settle this problem" he escort the indian guy to the bank and lend his uncle money to pay up the loan. Finally the problem has been settle, but the uncle keep bring up problem to his nephew. Keep asking for money..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few weeks, the "bastard uncle" set an appointment with his older brother who is the young guy father to talk about investing into his new company. Unfortunely the bastard has refuse to co operate because he said he can handle all the project. After looking at the value of the project that getting bigger. He started to get greedy.The young guy got fedup, stood up and scolded him. You are useless, when need money you beg us but when u saw the project and money u said, I do not need ur assistant. I can work on my own. So fuck off, do not come to me when u need my favour. You suck a useless uncle. The young guy screwed his uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years after the incident, the "bastard uncle" has stop his construction business and he has to repay all the money to his nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>house</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2008/07/house.html</link><category>Life and reality</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Tue, 1 Jul 2008 08:07:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-1448998056387238208</guid><description>The houses price has shot up more than 30 percent since last year. The price is getting more expensive while size is getting smaller compare to years back. The market was so uncertainty because the developers has been using the excuses due to hiking price of the material and labor cost.Any body ever wonder whether the price and the quality of the house is equal enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality was not good as it was. The material is under grade and the was lower grade, and quality of the house is getting worst. For example, compare the timber 10 years ago and the timber quality now. The wood is getting hollow and lighter. The electricity wiring getting thinner and more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonnes of people has been dub just because of the "Sweet and Superb" interior and exterior decoration. The designer has over charge their customer with uncessary billing. Idea has been copy here and there. There are not many talented designer who can create a magic to your house. There is nothing for you to be proud of, today you might have the best designed house then few week later people started to copy your design and there are nothing special for your to talk about it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have personally experience this. I have seen ............to be continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Money making factory..</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2008/06/money-making-factory.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 21:20:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-4899908868189383534</guid><description>Recently, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; feel the excitement of working in the bank. I have been keep on repeating my work from day to day without any new things to learn. When talk about the features, the management will just find a "rubbish" reason to delay the entire process. My working life seems so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in the bank seems waste of time for me. If I have not set my goal to be one of the top banker in the region i guess my working life will be even bored. Looking at tonnes of people who run their daily routine just like me. I feel so lazy doing anything. I guess this is the "best" part working in the bank. If you have achieve your monthly target in the beginning of the month. Then the rest of the month you will be doing nothing. "Just like a homeless ghost" walking around without a goal. You will be repeating the job each and every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the bankers who doing investment, it would be a rough time for them because the customer is losing money, profit is not guarantee since the market is so "damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;volatile&lt;/span&gt;" only people who trust the "CON" will get into deep shit. The sweet talk by the $$$ people who run around like "dingo" looking for their pray to feed their own stomach. Only little percentage of $$ people who will put their own shoe into their customer portfolio. To look for the chance to make extra profit for their customer. I dare you people out side. " Go to the " $$ factory" and ask the people who trying to sell you products. Do you bought it your self since you are pushing the product to me ?"&lt;br /&gt;While people are losing their profit, those people are laughing with their pocket full of " sunshine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The working life and attitude of this people are horrible. Met tonnes of them, hate most of them. To fulfill their own pocket, they have lost their own dignity and working ethic. Money has transfer the young people to a money sucking monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost out there, if not because of making some living i would prefer to make money by drawing and designing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no experience, i guess i need to work hard on it. But ......................... I am lost..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>road to " Be a Interior designer"</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-to-be-interior-designer.html</link><category>Interior designer</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 08:39:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-3197386353204279546</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWAKhWkihSKdIPK2Nm4lfjfEN90QKmiI5FjRqCNkYc4tbrkkP-JNMTlI3yeQiCCOQjibpbcNBFeuo3PesAivSptClM4kA38MFzftIstAF4ZAPr6bC5FbJ72qyhRD1wleFj3F1vPHwVwtk/s1600-h/1864628720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200054390373603602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWAKhWkihSKdIPK2Nm4lfjfEN90QKmiI5FjRqCNkYc4tbrkkP-JNMTlI3yeQiCCOQjibpbcNBFeuo3PesAivSptClM4kA38MFzftIstAF4ZAPr6bC5FbJ72qyhRD1wleFj3F1vPHwVwtk/s320/1864628720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design a house interior and exterior always is my activity for my pass time.To show my design and give some opinions to friends and relatives on their house is always my pleasure. The more u ask the "higher" i goes. From landscapes to roof top. I always have my idea to break the normal design.Without a certificate, i still manage to come out with a design that presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-zNAOJ4DHVcHkdUO9flHMz1ehuwuoDA-YwJIBQyir93OjetOQZaXO0E6nkbN6SyLu-7HJbP5Ib4N4G04uriUKdS0VSO2CrXkKjuu2lgiENAR3b217dGmv8AWiS5L2IZz31IYTABZgLc/s1600-h/DSC01461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199893698467190722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-zNAOJ4DHVcHkdUO9flHMz1ehuwuoDA-YwJIBQyir93OjetOQZaXO0E6nkbN6SyLu-7HJbP5Ib4N4G04uriUKdS0VSO2CrXkKjuu2lgiENAR3b217dGmv8AWiS5L2IZz31IYTABZgLc/s320/DSC01461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO535EMhN8_rxeRr5Y0PBj12cIwrLZiarr9C6EQhXb0iAahpg5opV_sHHGwAX20jo5z2d8N7A50UHy6bKF8_r0JW9bGzVU2ZLJr5asW9pudcwchx_egjRvdHvpoa4wOwauQ96xNWiZzX4/s1600-h/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199893715647059970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO535EMhN8_rxeRr5Y0PBj12cIwrLZiarr9C6EQhXb0iAahpg5opV_sHHGwAX20jo5z2d8N7A50UHy6bKF8_r0JW9bGzVU2ZLJr5asW9pudcwchx_egjRvdHvpoa4wOwauQ96xNWiZzX4/s320/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For your information, the house that I'm staying now took me about 6 months to complete. From an empty old house to a brand new refurbish home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My idea always come from places and houses that look " good " for my eyes.From a 3 toilet + bathroom to 5. From a double storey terrace to a two and a half storey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of building it from demolish the old structure is always fun for me. The slow and keep changing process is very irritating but when come to the result. Is speechless when all the people passes by would request for a peek into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the pictures after construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfZnVbtmU7ebPk0dBICyltTWKIBelgHmYs1WSLkvF0s6x9zt-wvzQjXJZdZd6KdA5zIzXRrkwVjrGSrNwybF93BEoGM1cA2OqUGp9PWIfYv7mdLFskIaLW4oAqYaqEMTLaSg357n4KZ0/s1600-h/sofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200055932266862882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfZnVbtmU7ebPk0dBICyltTWKIBelgHmYs1WSLkvF0s6x9zt-wvzQjXJZdZd6KdA5zIzXRrkwVjrGSrNwybF93BEoGM1cA2OqUGp9PWIfYv7mdLFskIaLW4oAqYaqEMTLaSg357n4KZ0/s320/sofa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhTMfd23uID194cO1lSYZcgW3nCrz_2dgtmpCJmjBvgsTHc9rQZo3JbUtvUfAHRXnxZf8AQCvMJu_MNpwYW_c5UTUadKOY4CJRUg4e9-pEWjSEPhyI8pp9hJyiNTCDStN9-07nKykD8w/s1600-h/staircare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200055936561830194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhTMfd23uID194cO1lSYZcgW3nCrz_2dgtmpCJmjBvgsTHc9rQZo3JbUtvUfAHRXnxZf8AQCvMJu_MNpwYW_c5UTUadKOY4CJRUg4e9-pEWjSEPhyI8pp9hJyiNTCDStN9-07nKykD8w/s320/staircare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-j15_QvpNgzi-cE_-rpPiKV-gRUDM7vrp0WFG08D4OcVlLNspF8xjc1PATgEu7LzxhbuQ6XBsSdEOvzKXCcw5317BCpN4k68dpliTuDpl5Bcj8M2CepJ6rK8N5Mmpy2Slmf81NzRj-g/s1600-h/1864628717.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvFcbYFL0n76Zg8lY7LcCLUtvTEFhma2npocJotLg1iatwMWnUnDg_cmG0U_MWAqTrWygVRGbe5B5MpIy3rZ0RRsDC8zVNoAMT5rALZ83HmitbH3sowkkaB3ttscBWvDkjj12iqQjhOM/s1600-h/living+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200055945151764818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvFcbYFL0n76Zg8lY7LcCLUtvTEFhma2npocJotLg1iatwMWnUnDg_cmG0U_MWAqTrWygVRGbe5B5MpIy3rZ0RRsDC8zVNoAMT5rALZ83HmitbH3sowkkaB3ttscBWvDkjj12iqQjhOM/s320/living+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBi-2T4cRR2gL21PPoi2G72RjRnL1rJbYOD-XvIHE-5qNbyFNTZ3cyE8VdepqhyphenhyphenA2vJC9zxJgf3JAHz1li_oC0icVeKXgbza2eqloGluk61VpWHDmeIHovxtCISwuYGs57WBtGSnb4pI/s1600-h/chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200055949446732130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBi-2T4cRR2gL21PPoi2G72RjRnL1rJbYOD-XvIHE-5qNbyFNTZ3cyE8VdepqhyphenhyphenA2vJC9zxJgf3JAHz1li_oC0icVeKXgbza2eqloGluk61VpWHDmeIHovxtCISwuYGs57WBtGSnb4pI/s320/chairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--------------- Living Room ----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who need some ideas or opinions on house to re-construct your own house may drop me a msg so i may reply u asap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.....Certless Designer .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWAKhWkihSKdIPK2Nm4lfjfEN90QKmiI5FjRqCNkYc4tbrkkP-JNMTlI3yeQiCCOQjibpbcNBFeuo3PesAivSptClM4kA38MFzftIstAF4ZAPr6bC5FbJ72qyhRD1wleFj3F1vPHwVwtk/s72-c/1864628720.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Max The Labrador</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2008/01/max-labrador.html</link><category>Live-Pet</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 06:21:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-8444129795244911591</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvPe6o5XZJHr3g2btbGRKgcUDyqNdd6XtVrTnZdRiwpHKv5UaQEUM8lUeE7l5hUpJ3U4YxeGEq5dAbmQY5MK2rc-pLXc1BJYlDwE2g73pfC9ExPNhrwpz46m-z1r-nUorB3bziunvFkQ8/s1600-h/puppy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155710500386599858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvPe6o5XZJHr3g2btbGRKgcUDyqNdd6XtVrTnZdRiwpHKv5UaQEUM8lUeE7l5hUpJ3U4YxeGEq5dAbmQY5MK2rc-pLXc1BJYlDwE2g73pfC9ExPNhrwpz46m-z1r-nUorB3bziunvFkQ8/s320/puppy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcDWx1cOoGJSnJvFn4loTYsxYE8Nio3hIoZQKOXynpYrQRSC8tMFj2s-1BaW7fNa9oBiOoxSaBd4DWYZhtMswkHE2AgW97QCoCf6UT5RfM0bxVCUoBStLWPOYamccI_3G74QjUImE6g0/s1600-h/puppy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Max when he walking around the house for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;---------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BLUR DOG SITTING DOWN DOING NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5homd1LVrc5vGMU1s-w5KESS4E5Gb_c6tlqoTGHp4m6zeROfUrWvGwWJ3LWTtO2s_8Dy9ilN3EZyn98FRs9w0kNWrtyaFW2mC7UmzKDNxsQwO8GoOg-BCeUETydiCJk3FSpG3ICZx98/s1600-h/max+baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155709967810655122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5homd1LVrc5vGMU1s-w5KESS4E5Gb_c6tlqoTGHp4m6zeROfUrWvGwWJ3LWTtO2s_8Dy9ilN3EZyn98FRs9w0kNWrtyaFW2mC7UmzKDNxsQwO8GoOg-BCeUETydiCJk3FSpG3ICZx98/s320/max+baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a lazy dog.......HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWnbl79pyrevBJbPjQti7aaKwmm7RCWPNDLsJkW6obt9n-GVI4LXWI4RmHOPmth8XJS7Mc6YW9Vr3rl27klp0U-1GNkqb4QURCsE2HUCxH2nwHkQFJHrEnjsV47SLYecPJX4ScNkIPn8/s1600-h/Maxdown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155709641393140610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWnbl79pyrevBJbPjQti7aaKwmm7RCWPNDLsJkW6obt9n-GVI4LXWI4RmHOPmth8XJS7Mc6YW9Vr3rl27klp0U-1GNkqb4QURCsE2HUCxH2nwHkQFJHrEnjsV47SLYecPJX4ScNkIPn8/s320/Maxdown.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you dare to mess with me????-------!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRwjavQjtBCcMq4OC_CX5FSxd1cXDsyA7pfJyJTRFswv9F8QJ0Zr-vpXvSi6_eYLWstMfts_tuniSKgJ715HYpj170MMZS5WpDxnsnDVFNHnghO7UFX3Ovf1DW844iqGDJ_ZhgcTF_QM/s1600-h/maxmuscle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155709267730985826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRwjavQjtBCcMq4OC_CX5FSxd1cXDsyA7pfJyJTRFswv9F8QJ0Zr-vpXvSi6_eYLWstMfts_tuniSKgJ715HYpj170MMZS5WpDxnsnDVFNHnghO7UFX3Ovf1DW844iqGDJ_ZhgcTF_QM/s320/maxmuscle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZAe-OtqsU3ViJnyHlzveNKUIltP9vzeB7iTYvgVxzRsLgtEbcLJiwQiEm-GqBqcVkwrwM7VRGA460g4BAeRidzpWoWdsmj0EpWeWM8BhE1cTTSMfXfotuk68AMMxAh2yeXOwzGmvwT8/s1600-h/max+baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvPe6o5XZJHr3g2btbGRKgcUDyqNdd6XtVrTnZdRiwpHKv5UaQEUM8lUeE7l5hUpJ3U4YxeGEq5dAbmQY5MK2rc-pLXc1BJYlDwE2g73pfC9ExPNhrwpz46m-z1r-nUorB3bziunvFkQ8/s72-c/puppy.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Max - My Young Labrador</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2008/01/max-my-young-labrador.html</link><category>Live -pets</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 05:17:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-3467234707273051432</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiq1FTAIhMOyA136fK71zFz06F-jWkaOvKSptMmHC2MeKXbC8WpOyYLVq2Luvk4k9B1njaRVbXXazaJNHh-hpFL_2aLZKB1XLwMGE_H-UNYB7LyBCiduAeAQ3ZNCZO0KBb0qr5rL6thTM/s1600-h/puppy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155708103794848562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiq1FTAIhMOyA136fK71zFz06F-jWkaOvKSptMmHC2MeKXbC8WpOyYLVq2Luvk4k9B1njaRVbXXazaJNHh-hpFL_2aLZKB1XLwMGE_H-UNYB7LyBCiduAeAQ3ZNCZO0KBb0qr5rL6thTM/s320/puppy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 31&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of August 2007, My girl friend's brother past a little black puppy to her and asked her to take care of the puppy. The dog was so little and weak, And her brother mentioned that he picked up the dog from the drain in front of his customer house. So we asked him, what type of dog is this. He said it may be from a retriever family that have mixed with other kind of dog. He said that his customer own a golden retriever but as i know there is no black retriever.So we suspect that the &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTciShqcHqbHG93TfaEuVAM-hltomcJRsVpUfk4MZPrEos9CUk0rZ4dOIOYnjyRbbSUib6kdMw4ED6vHTxGqOoW2gah9g-_-pxm_2BK7I1yM1f3FDQ3kXIgkXHQtKCfBH3T7P__VjwZ3E/s1600-h/puppy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;puppy is a mix of retriever and other kind of dogs. On that day it self we name the puppy as -- MAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first few day with Max was hectic, because the dog poo and piss around the house. We have sleepless night because MAX make out noise At night the puppy cry. I guess he cry for mommy. The voice was so down until we do not feel comfortable. So to cheer the MAX up, my girl friend and me both take turn to let the puppy sleep on our lap and make sure that MAX is playful enough so it wont get bored and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the first month, Max driving us crazy with his poo and piss around the house but the process of growing make us really happy. Max love to play and sleep on our lap. We even taught Max how to SIT when he was few weeks old . At first it was tough and we nearly give up but when we see Max "SIT" for the first time is just like listening a baby calling you PAPA or MAMA. We was so happy with the result, Max will get his treat when ever we ask him to sit. Slowly, we teach Hand, and Max can switch his feet when we ask him to change. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once day, I was in bad mood. It was after my dinner with some friends, my grandma called up and told me that my house was mes sup by the dog. The first thing i saw when i went back was the "shit" was all around and MAX has bitten few pairs of shoe which not belong to me. I lost my temper and i have hit MAX quite hard, even though i know Max is just a puppy but at that moment i just know that Max is a bad dog. I was nearly send Max back to my home town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After i have cool down my temper and advised by my girl friend. I feel so bad because knowing that Max is just a puppy,and i shouldn't treat Max so badly because we need some patience and attention to train Max to behave. Sorry Max..........:-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We brought Max to the vet every month for the vaccine and health checkup and on the first day itself the doctor told us that Max is Mix from a Labrador and another type of dog which he cant identify.Based on a book we bought, we can confirm that Max is a Labrador. The book even says that Labrador love water, very playful and smart.No wonder Max love to bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Max is already 4 months old, weight about 14Kg and he have learn some trick such as Sit, Hand, Jump,Fetch and Recently we taught Max how to walk along us and Down. Max progress very well and we looking forward to teach more so Max can be a well trained Labrador. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who ever read this and have experience with Labrador, please advise or exchange some tips with me. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiq1FTAIhMOyA136fK71zFz06F-jWkaOvKSptMmHC2MeKXbC8WpOyYLVq2Luvk4k9B1njaRVbXXazaJNHh-hpFL_2aLZKB1XLwMGE_H-UNYB7LyBCiduAeAQ3ZNCZO0KBb0qr5rL6thTM/s72-c/puppy2.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Happy Me!</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-me.html</link><category>Work</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 19:51:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-6520974595571976841</guid><description>I can sense that my working life getting better since the first day of the year. Even though there are so many obstacles I have to face through. Finally the 4 months of working pay out something. I manage to back on the track. I can set 4 appointments a day so at the end of the day I would tell my self that. “YEAH BOY, keep up the good work” Do not let the rest look down on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have met up with 4 directors for 3 different company, different character of peoples, but I noticed something similar which is they are in the early 30’s and they are the owner of the companies and they getting 5 figure salary monthly. Suddenly while filling up the form for my client, I started to think when will I have my own business and get a fat pay cheque at the end of every month. Then I started to look around and realize that I don’t have any idea that what kind of business I would like to run. Never mind, I tell my self, just give me some times for sure I can prove to myself that I can be like them too, own my business and get a fat pay cheque every month.Or maybe better than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After complete fill the documents, I went back to office. Is about 5p.m. and my working hour on Friday ended at 5, at that moment I just feel that I do not have enough time for my work and it was the first time I don’t feel like going home early because I wanted to finish my work. The satisfactory of completing a job is there, I don’t mind stay back abit late so I can finish up my job. The day was so peace because I have close a case and the snobbish lady was having her leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day end fast. While having my dinner, my another customer call up and asked me to collect his company documents. For the sake of my job, I have agreed to look for him at night this is because I have to make sure that I provide a good service for the in convenient bosses and also to prove that my manager never hire a wrong person. Yahoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent my working hour in quality and I’m ending my blog with Good night….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The snobbish old lady</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2008/01/snobbish-old-lady.html</link><category>OFFICE LIFE</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Wed, 9 Jan 2008 22:34:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-3968802028175258254</guid><description>For the past 4 months my working life was mess up, feel like I'm wasting my time in the office doing nothing. Never hit my target, nagged by my lady boss and top management has been a routine for me. Those wasn't the last thing happen in the office. The worst thing was the my "assistant branch manager" aka P.A aka front desk. She is the worst among all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets name this lady ROSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, the first day to work , i was greeted by a middle age lady with manner and she was very helpful. Helping the new hire on the arranging the working area, stationary and such.Hmm not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week goes by, and i feel that she was not the polite lady that i saw for first time. The lady that i see now is a person who like to command, complaint and act like she's the branch head who control everything from cleaning to management. She even correct my boss pronunciation. She commented my boss. " Is not roadster is Roaster" In front of us. The telling her old time story. "When i was young, i always visit a stall and it has been more than 20 years the owner of the store still remember me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week she scolded me!!Damn! I was suppose to get my ID code for the credit card so i called HQ regarding the matter. The answer i got was me and my colleagues have to answer a set of question before we entitle our code. So the personnel from HQ advised us that we should get our branch assistant "ROSE" "MAMA SANG" to assist us. The ROSE lady agreed to help us out so she liaise with the HQ for the set of question and we may continue on our job. After few hours the branch intern called me. " XXX, The lady call u." So the rose lady command " Take your exam in the room now" I replied : I will do it later, I'm in middle of something". So what i do was i just go back to my seat and do my job. WOnder what are the question that she will give to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK time to check my mail......&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i notice that i received a mail from HQ and the content was " Please complete the exam and send it back to me" So what i do was i print the question out and try to discuss and figure out the answer. Suddenly the OLD LADY came in, she was about to go out for lunch. She saw I'm holding the set of question and with an angry look she said " I asked you to take the exam in the room just now but you refuse! Why are you doing it now? How do you get the set of question??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I just got it from HQ, they even sent the mail to us.So i just print it out and DO!" I replied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please make it clear, they never send it to you. They email it TO me and CC to you so they are expecting me to arrange it for you guys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yayayaya" I just ignored her and keep looking for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so piss off and she said " I give you time to grow up, you would not know". She just walk toward the door and make a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny and satisfy when i see her face!! hahaha. She tried to call up HQ to report the case but the person in charge was out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;THe next step is, i called up the person in charge and tell him what have happen to us. He just reply me " Dont worry about it, is not an exam. U just do it and reply me the answer through email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha rubbish old lady try to put me in trouble. Finally she back from lunch and the first thing she do was ask me to pass up the answer so she can manually send it to HQ for processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO need, i just called HQ and they said is not an exam and just reply them through email" AHAHA she was speechless and piss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snobbish old lady! you met your opponent now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest thing happen to me was, I'm having some discussion with my client and another colleague in the room. The bloody old lady just came in without knocking the door and just mention that "He is the one who looking for you this morning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned!! OMG we are having our discussion please behave! " After my client left the office, straight i look at her and say " Next time when i have client in the room and we are having our discussion please do not just interrupt us! OK." Her expression change and still dare to answer me " OK! I wont go in next time. Just for your client" Damn!!!#$#$ IS she stupid or what@!! Is a simple working manner ok!!! I reported all this situation to my colleagues so they know what to do next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest story happen yesterday on 9 Jan 2008. She interrupt my conversation with my mortgage colleague. She told my colleague " I have 5 pairs of swimming suit and bikini. I wanted to go for swimming to keep my self fit but i have to wait for my husband together. But now i have to pass my swimming suit and bikini to my niece since i cannot fit into it. " HAhaha what a joke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Foolish Tour guide</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2008/01/foolish-tour-guide.html</link><category>Vacation</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Fri, 4 Jan 2008 19:07:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-392830634606313953</guid><description>Family is always number 1, so my uncle has planned for a family trip to Langkawi. The master planner has gathered all the family members of total 27 people for the trip. So the date, transportation and accommodation have been prepared earlier. Since my uncle has been in the tourism field for about 15 years. He get the best services, hotel and meals at a cheaper price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Journey started from Cheras to Kuala Perlis by bus. The bus was so comfortable; we had snacks and jokes in the bus. Disturbing my Grandparents is the main thing in the bus. Both of them has been marriage for about 50 years. Funny part was they love to quarrel. My grandpa and grandma would not sit side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual I will said “ Cumon just sit beside your husband.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: “ I don’t want, he just make me feel messy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “ If u said messy then why both of u get married for such a long time! Ohh, when you were young you are so loving but when get old u said the old man make u feel messy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haha!!! everybody laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun trip, full with jokes until everybody fall asleep because of tiredness. Suddenly the bus ramped through a log in the middle of the highway. The tyre punchers and it cause us 3 hours delay. Damn!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83xPRSPlWJZIPwkJEXxTaghGegQc1gajcB9A5QbK34eO0nx_ycwVS4zyhGKq45rY5TgYf1i1oMVtT24IbzmgP0ATJp-jQFc4sr4LwwkC_mgct6paGPF2ZnZU22Dduf71d4fMm_m95Kn0/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151830328147145394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83xPRSPlWJZIPwkJEXxTaghGegQc1gajcB9A5QbK34eO0nx_ycwVS4zyhGKq45rY5TgYf1i1oMVtT24IbzmgP0ATJp-jQFc4sr4LwwkC_mgct6paGPF2ZnZU22Dduf71d4fMm_m95Kn0/s320/DSC01746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8y6ZKQPRYTcwoJODWwTtdTyg4xJb-G7lRf7wK8fR9VUfUu_K3g61n-IAZX8Vytr7xU4jhHBxxAcPRzz2LPXxGplo8Pd64MC0CwrBDcqAXb7T7x7MmBKrLeqd-_1xBb0A_uolJih0ZAc/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The process of changing the tyre was so complicated none of the guys in the bus can fix it. We have to wait until an Indian mechanic came over and fix it all alone. (Salute him!!)&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe a skinny tall Indian guy can fix it all alone.Finally the tyre has been fixed so continue. Around 10a.m we arrived at Kuala perils jetty. Too bad we have to wait for another 2 hours for the ferry because we are late. FINE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8y6ZKQPRYTcwoJODWwTtdTyg4xJb-G7lRf7wK8fR9VUfUu_K3g61n-IAZX8Vytr7xU4jhHBxxAcPRzz2LPXxGplo8Pd64MC0CwrBDcqAXb7T7x7MmBKrLeqd-_1xBb0A_uolJih0ZAc/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.30noon. Ferry arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody on board and finally we arrive at Langkawi around 2p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story begins here…………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is hungry and hot. 27 peoples waiting outside of the jetty for a tour bus. So a guy came to us and inform us that his bus is on the way so asked us to wait for 15mins.&lt;br /&gt;Waited and waited…….It has been 30 mins. Finally a lousy bus arrived. The tour guide asked us to leave our luggage by the road side so later on another better condition bus will pick up for us. Mean while he said we use the lousy bus to restaurant for Meal. Everyone started to grumble. “What?! Is not safe to leave it there!” Everyone so piss off Without any alternative way, we decided to bring our luggage together with us in to the smelly old bus. From that moment on ward, we does not feel good with that Tour Guide. In the bus, he introduce himself as SAMMY, and started to bull shit about things and talk about Langkawi as seem as we do not know about that place. When we asked about where is the restaurant? He replied “ Is near to your hotel and it take us about 15mins to the place.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck?! 15 mins again? The bus driver drove about 30mins to a restaurant that served Lobster. Hmmm..It better be good. So that SAMMY TOUR Guide, took up the mic and announced “ We have arrived so everybody get down and please carry along your luggage. Since is we going to have lobster for lunch, we forgive him. Suddenly :” Everybody , I’m so sorry this is not the restaurant that we going to have lunch for today. Please carry your luggage back to the bus and continue our journey to another restaurant.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He announced again: “Sorry for the mistake, we will be arriving at the restaurant in 15mins time. This time it took us more than 30 mins to reach and we only take about 20mins to finish our lunch. Horrible.!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next plan - Check in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continue)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83xPRSPlWJZIPwkJEXxTaghGegQc1gajcB9A5QbK34eO0nx_ycwVS4zyhGKq45rY5TgYf1i1oMVtT24IbzmgP0ATJp-jQFc4sr4LwwkC_mgct6paGPF2ZnZU22Dduf71d4fMm_m95Kn0/s72-c/DSC01746.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Why i wana be rich?</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-i-wana-be-rich.html</link><category>Life and future</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 05:45:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-3144345598887627558</guid><description>Since young i keep on asking myself " Will i be rich in future? Can i achieve my goal to be the 10 richest man in the country? Doubting this will happen but i still tell myself that "Sure!! I'm going to be in the top 10 list" Still remember, during my first day of orientation at campus. The first question that my leader asked the group about "My dream". The group members answer, " I wanna be a civil engineer, an IT engineer or a programmer" But when the leader look at me, I answer him " I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; be a billionaire!!" My answer bring up laughter to everybody. i know it sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; crazy but I really know what I want to be in future. I wanna be a business tycoon ,achieve my goal to be a billionaire so that my relative wont look down on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was 16, my family and me went for a holiday at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; Highland together with my uncle's family. It should be a fun trip because knowing that we will stay at my uncle's newly renovated 2 in 1 condo and for youngster like my siblings and cousins it would be fun because we can catch a free ride to the peak or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; through the free shutter service.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; happen like what i hope it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;  drive from KL we arrive at my uncle's condo. First impression.. WOW!! The design was pretty good and comfortable. Since we had our dinner before we reach, the adult decided to rest and watch news. While us the "young one's " decided to catch a shutter to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; for few frame of billiards. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; a good game because I have to pay for the game because looser pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When back to the condo, my mom asked me "Nick, who pay for the game?"&lt;br /&gt;" For sure is me!" i answer. From my mom expression I notice something has happen when we were out. So my mom tell me " Do you know what you uncle mention " For sure my son pay for the game since your children first time to town, is like a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AYAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KAMPUNG&lt;/span&gt;". What he meant was they are the city guys who know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things while we are those people who do not know anything.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" People who has expensive shoes please take it while the cheap shoe can leave it outside!" My uncle says that his family wear expensive shoes while we wear the cheap shoe. He insult again. This time it happen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of me, how can he say so.!! Is not matter of the value of the shoe but is how he look down on us. He thought with the money in his bank account he can say what ever he feel so. Without knowing that his fat mouth is smellier that the dead rat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my dad who sacrificed  his time work in the factory, he wont have the money now. My dad has spent his childhood working as a labor so he can support all the younger siblings, so they have a house to live and food to eat. Without my dad he is nothing! Useless fat mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that time onward, I swear to myself that I wanna be rich, richer that him prove to him that anyone can be rich.Now i'm 25 and today is 29/12/2007  the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;AYAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;KAMPUNG&lt;/span&gt;" still clear in my mind. He has awaken a sleepy giant!&lt;br /&gt;I'm working toward my dream to be a billionaire and last but not least build up a Hospital for the poor people out there. Help those needed, I wana be rich in cash but the most important thing is rich in happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIgn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certless writer.&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Strawberry Milk Shake</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2007/12/strawberry-milk-shake.html</link><category>Life and reality</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 17:27:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-5472408019111861796</guid><description>" Do judge a book by it's cover" or " do not judge a book by it's cover"? The fact is people DO judge a book by it's cover. This mostly happen at the work place or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boutiques&lt;/span&gt;. This is proven for most of the time and it happened to me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a guy who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; dress up when i visit show room or fine dining. One incident happen 4 years ago right after me final paper for the semester.&lt;br /&gt;A friend called "T" suggest that we go for a nice lunch to celebrate and he suggested we go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; at restaurant nearby to the campus called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MEE&lt;/span&gt; n RICE. In our mind we know that the food will cost us a little bit more but for the End of Semester celebration majority has voted for it so we decided to have a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we enter....&lt;br /&gt;The waiter greet " Welcome" and passed the menu to us. Damn! The price was quite costly, a plate of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; costs about RM14 where some other place may cost us just around RM3.50.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us take our order and my friend "T" ordered a Strawberry Milk Shake for his drink. Yummy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.........the waiter came and put a "pad" for each of us so he may place our drinks. What he did was he place it like "throwing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;freesbee&lt;/span&gt; ". RUDE!!!! It seems like we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have the right to have our lunch at their place because we a young a dress up with our T and Jeans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; FINE!!! When that Waiter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;serve&lt;/span&gt; his last drink to us suddenly the Strawberry Milk Shake fall on T body. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; here comes our Strawberry story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sir sorry sir.... That waiter apologize to my friend T, both of them went to toilet and clean up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;. What we do was........ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; !!!! and at the same time we called up the captain and questioned him. "Why your staff is so rude to us? Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;serve&lt;/span&gt; us politely? We have money to eat so do not judge us with our outfit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; we are students but we afford to enjoy nice and expensive food. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think student has no MONEY. We may have more money that those people with credit card &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;debtsss&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ahah&lt;/span&gt;! Gotcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is in deep shit now ! The captain started to apologize for their bad service and compliment Mr. Strawberry Shake a new drink.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; fine. Mr Strawberry Milk Shake (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;) finally came out from the wash room and look at us. "Shit! " is the first word came out right after he sit.&lt;br /&gt;The Captain serve us with our lunch after that and we was enjoying our lunch for the whole one our with the joke until now we still bring it up during the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny for us but bad experience for the waiter, captain and the worst was Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So i believe that if each of us "do NOT judge the book by it's cover" treat everybody fairly things wont gone bad like what we thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back, without the garbage man we wont have a cleaner place to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Without a sewage maintainer we wont have a good sewage system.&lt;br /&gt;SO people treat other fairly. A lesson for everyone of us. INCLUDE me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Feng Shui Alex</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2007/12/feng-shui-alex.html</link><category>Life and future</category><category>Work</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 04:43:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-3320602624525843137</guid><description>To understand about feng shui has been a passion for me. Applying Lilian Too advise from the book do brought something good for me. After I tied a "3 old dimes" chain at the back of my front door knob, and some peacock feathers on the way up to the second floor, i have received 3 calls that required me to attend the interview. Hmm............. seems working.....hehe not bad&lt;br /&gt;That was past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time fly, i have working for the BANK for 4 months but i dont see any progress on me. Life is just like a landslide for me or maybe the work "Tsunami" suit me more. My boss started to make noise asking why am I not performing compare to the rest. Saying me slow, not good enough and ...........boringggggggggggggggggggggggggggg....So after days of consideration, I called up a Feng Shui Master at Bangsar, a well known master fengshui that can predict accurately. So i was looking forward to meet him for some prediction hints on my career. Typical "chinese".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appointment has been set on the day it self. The night with Master Alex was full with suprises and doubt. WOnder what he has predict going to be true or not. Saying my career will be alright, it take some times for me to achieve my goal. I'm going to be successful person by the age of 30. Making money from the age of 23 to 32...Hmm "Sure or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my experience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I have been losing money since the age of 23 until now ,I have been cheated 5000 by a bloody "lala chai". after few months my worker broke his leg and i have to pay for 7000 for the operation fee and my bloody uncle betray my dad trust and money. Damn useless uncle, and work for a low pay job"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master mentioned, Is ok your time will come soon, by April of 2008, my career will be better and keep on moving forward. So we wait and see.He also mentioned that i will spend lot of money on fancy car by the age of 31. Few houses by the age of 40 and so on and My career with the bank will be better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be true? Maybe better or worst? SHould i trust him? Or just rubbish????&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certless banker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Money or interest?</title><link>http://kingyau.blogspot.com/2007/12/money-or-interest.html</link><category>Life</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (KING YAU)</author><pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 22:48:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5675697706640973566.post-21204146394899976</guid><description>Been wondering for quite sometime... Whether money or interest is more important when we talk about the Job. This subject has been a dilemma for me since i graduated. My interest is always with the artistic part. Drawing and designing is in me for the past 24 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my last semester in University, my uncle offer some designing job to me. The best part was i have to design a fully build kitchen cabinet for a Doctor couple. It was a challenging moment for an IT graduated guy to design it. But it was the most satisfying moment as the couple love my design so much. Not bad for a beginner designer. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;) Got pay for RM200 for few pieces of drawing blocks. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then......... 2 weeks later, aunt called me up. Saying that her friend's wanted to change her beauty saloon concept to a Balinese style. I have charged a total of RM800.00 for the sketches and labor work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part was i ended work for my uncle for almost a year with a low pay. It was interesting job when we deal with arts but have to accept the fact that i got low pay for a beginner. What a tough time for me to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah......... stop with the craps...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then i have quit the job and been looking around for a better pay job without knowing what are the things that i really wanted to do. Now i ended up working in a well known international financial institution. The pay and benefit is always tip top but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel happy ever since............. Going to work is always a nightmare for me............ Stress has been a very good friend of mine since then............ Mr. Stress has been my alarm clock for few weeks. Sleepless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nightssss&lt;/span&gt; and free morning call at 4a.m is like a routine to me. Horrible.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost now........ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; know what i should do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SHould&lt;/span&gt; i just quit the job and start all over again or just continue on my job......... God please give me some hints. My wish for the time being is to get a job which i like........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; mind to get my pay cut a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wonder people out there. DO you face the same problem? If so what do u do? Money or interest? Hope i get some people who can guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... :-( Dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certless designer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>