<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204</id><updated>2026-11-04T23:01:52.775-08:00</updated><category term="copywriting"/><category term="laugh"/><title type='text'>Life is Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-4740644291073551420</id><published>2017-02-01T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2017-02-01T09:35:35.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pollution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Despite the life that Europe gives to many communities originally from EU or other parts of the world but most of the countries in Europe are experience serious problems in curbing the air pollution which is growing more and more serious. I myself have experienced this and have been awfully sick because of this.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I had to educate my son why I decided to stop blogging. I mentioned to him that my intention was to avoid jealousy and people comparing one to another. People always compare my life to theirs, the people around me just prefer to see other people live in self pity, un-meaningful life and selfish lives. Maybe some people their lives are better than mine but I can guarantee those people I have in mind are living superficial lives. I may live my ass off working to pay my dues but at least I am living my life on how I want it to be. So from now, I can now blog about whatever I want it to be.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6788391256082249204&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6788391256082249204&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6788391256082249204&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Have you
ever wondered why do they turn on laughter track after the joke in sitcoms? What; can’t we figure out ourselves
at which moment to burst in laughter? Well, I’ll give you an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;ambiguous kind of answer. It’s the same reason the
piano player in the bar puts a few 5$ bills in a tip jar, at the beginning of
the night. The signal. As confident creature as a man’s supposed to be, he
needs a signal to know for sure when to laugh and how much to tip the piano
player, so that the girl next to him won’t assume that he’s a greedy guy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;What does this all have to do with copywriting?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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of your copy. Especially on your web site. To do this, you just need to show
your website visitor, that other people like himself have used your product.
And guess what? They loved it! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;If you include enough positive, customer feedbacks
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quality of the product and services the company provides. That many people just
can’t be wrong. You have to try this!”. Consciously or unconsciously prospect
will get the message, and he will act. Well in this case he’ll act by clicking
on the “purchase” button. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;All we need huh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The most intimate and warming button for
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;To triple the effect
of the “signal” show the prospect that people who are SMARTER than him chose
your product. To do that you just have to include a statement like this: “43
heart surgeons used our CLIENT-MAGNET system and multiplied their annual income
by 3x!”. Yes, and you better make sure to include a couple of feedbacks from
those heart surgeons, so that your statement will look trustworthy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/3980712856523684520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/3980712856523684520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2016/04/why-do-they-laugh-behind-scene.html' title='Why do They Laugh Behind the Scene?'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RqptphSqcZCAUwwxxRnfb1B_puonO7eXWqYsvDgaXfoyqB0OOVjXjWivGstUY0EnRN8zfAQJWm-mj26jY2VdrdO7nXNTau-LQCQgjUSkC02kMQsLzBi8fkkRz3l40SprcHnsGDtFdGE/s72-c/Laugh+1.png" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-5667833365081703214</id><published>2014-02-16T08:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2016-10-15T11:57:58.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass is always seems greener on the other side - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Continue from previous post....&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me start from a much earlier event for everyone to understand the bigger picture. The previous company I was in was acquired a huge conglomerate a year and a half before I decided to split. When that happened, I thought that everything was going to be ok but after literally all previous management left, I realised that these new guys are not going to be easy to work with.&amp;nbsp;The company&amp;nbsp;had grown so much when I joined to become a more MNC driven culture. Transforming the way how MNC would do it rather than typical GLC. It was an awesome time. Resistance was there but everyone looked forward for a dynamic transformation. When the new management came in, the culture was backward looking and it felt that the company was like an unorganized culture&amp;nbsp;managed by arrogant pricks.&lt;br /&gt;
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So after one and a half years with the new management, I decided to pick up one of the interview offers and attended several rounds of interviews going up higher to the COO level. I managed to skip meeting the CEO due to the rush of getting me in. I was pitching that I&#39;m a transformation guy, process driven, want to develop people and all that shit but I never thought one of the most important element was going to be my biggest problem which is people. So anyway, despite they wanted me in quickly, I also wanted to leave even quicker. I was negotiation the package quickly and finally got the offer. I was so hyped up to join and they also used that enthusiasm to bring me in a few weeks earlier that the normal intake which usually runs the first day of the month or mid month.&lt;br /&gt;
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So my first day...I came in the building, met HR, got my badge and my voucher to collect my company mobile and line and was pumped up to see my office that&#39;s gonna be my cockpit there. When they brought me there, I was so surprised that I have never seen such an ugly, under maintained and most of the all occupational hazardous workplace in my whole entire life. I sucked it up as I had a bunch of meetings lined up. Getting a laptop took me about a day and I was just left with my tablet which I did not even have the company&#39;s email ID to be connected to anyway. Towards the end of the day, I met up with my direct reports and most of them are chirpy, nice and I think has the potential to grow but there was a group of them which was those who has been there since forever and was not looking to change. Everything I say would be questioned whether it&#39;ll be workable there or not without the consideration trying to implement it first.&lt;br /&gt;
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I came up with new processes and framework which I could say is best practices. The management accepted it but with some debates on additional work to be done to implement it. Now the shit kicks in....to be continued&lt;/div&gt;
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Due to popular request, I&#39;ve decided to write a post after so long. I&#39;ve been ultimately occupied with various routine and non-routine everyday errands. I have work, side tasks, family (top priority) and many other things going on at the same time on daily basis. However today I would like to share a personal experience and thought or two about loving what you do. Every single morning, you want to wake up to things that you will look forwardto do the whole day. You first want to wake up and feel great because Allah jave graced you with life and health, being able to wake up and have your loved ones next to you knowing they are well healthy to go through their day and finally go out and make a living by doing worked you have been entrusted to do. If all this is fulfilling, you will never be dragged to start your day.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, &amp;nbsp;in my case recently one of these daily task has not been too kind to me. I&#39;ve recently shiftly from my loved job to another job in central KL foreseeing a much better, dynamic and fulfilling job but I could never be so wrong in my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/7102875436816643568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/7102875436816643568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2014/02/grass-is-always-seems-greener-on-other.html' title='Grass is always seems greener on the other side - part 1'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-5494401061975592829</id><published>2013-04-09T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-09T17:18:57.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schooling experience</title><content type='html'>Recently I had the opportunity to visit some of the schools. Public schools, private schools and international schools. The relation that I can make from my own experience is public school will always remain as it is. Maybe what&#39;s changed could be the teachers and the work force but all the infrastructure, the arrangements, the environment&amp;nbsp;are all the same as how it was when I went through it myself. For private and international school, it reminded me when I had the opportunity to go to school overseas. Nice infrastructure, teachers are most of the time chirpy (maybe because they get paid more than normal public school teachers).&lt;br /&gt;
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However, school will always be school, it reminded me of horrific experiences in the past. I rarely have clear memory of good experience. I often have flashes of bad experience thus everytime I go to the schools now, I feel blessed not having to go through childhood again. This is unlike the experiences that my wife had during her childhood growing up in Keramat. She had the best phase of her life there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Putting aside all personal experiences, one common thing I see is what I can conclude in one word -&amp;nbsp;&quot;sacrifice&quot;. I can see how parents send their children with full of pride, hope and expectation that their children will go through the school days grasping the knowledge required to excel in life and in turn becoming the best that they can be,&amp;nbsp;even beyond what their parents can ever achieve. The parents pour their heart and soul to wake up everyday, to work their hardest to ensure that they can send their children to school. Earn enough to make sure all school supplies are ready, pocket money and all other expenses are being covered.&lt;br /&gt;
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We as parents and working people know that we go through pain and all other political bullshit in the office. But we still go through our day in the office knowing that our future generation is much dependent on us. To all the parents out there, keep up the good work!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/5494401061975592829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/5494401061975592829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2013/04/schooling-experience.html' title='Schooling experience'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-4398336844341179497</id><published>2012-09-24T19:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-24T19:43:43.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellbeing</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah after around 5 days of fever, Zoffea have finally recovered and now having slight rashes on the body that means the virus in her body will come out soon. Let&#39;s always pray the well being of our family and ourselves. Nowadays there are too many diseases spreading like wild fire. Either from human, environment or animals. All we can do is to eat right, make sure we are always clean, drink a lot of water and be in a clean and conducive environment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Zaffar alhamdulillah is keeping well now must be because his immune have fully built up. And some how or rather we seldom expose him to outdoors since the haze and smog keeps on persisting every day. I admire the strength and consistency by my dear wife taking care of both kids throughout day in and day out. This is one of the patience giving to mothers, wives and women.&lt;br /&gt;
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Zabir is also having fever and rarely eats causing his body to be so light but hopefully not malnutrition. Brought him out to persuade him to eat, only ate a few pieces of sushi. At least it&#39;s something.&lt;br /&gt;
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Without a doubt our health is wealth. Below I extract a hadith on health by our Prophet&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;quotes&quot;&gt;The final messenger of God, Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) mounted 
the pulpit, then wept and said, &quot;Ask Allah (swt) for forgiveness and health, for 
after being granted certainty, one is given nothing better than health.&quot; 
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I think somehow or rather, having a dad that use to go to a boarding school and myself as well, Sunday means a day where you wake up to pray for Subuh and straight away sleep again as long as you can. It&#39;s also a day where you have the allowance to let the day run past by you just laze around. Is this right? Maybe if you&#39;re a teenager or single.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sunday now means a time where you utilize it to the maximum with your family. Where children meet parents, husband do chores with their wives, parents bring their children out for a stroll, run errands, catch up on kids home work and utilize every second of the time left during the weekend before weekdays hits.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/1994296586507028307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/1994296586507028307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2012/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-8225664257995157682</id><published>2012-09-21T23:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-21T23:35:31.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>I was searching the right term of passion as&amp;nbsp;I started this entry&amp;nbsp;with the intention to express my life&#39;s passion. But passion gives a broad meaning and below is extracted from wiki:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Passion&lt;/b&gt; (from the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Greek&quot; title=&quot;Ancient Greek&quot;&gt;Ancient Greek&lt;/a&gt; verb &lt;i&gt;πάσχω&lt;/i&gt; (paskho) meaning to suffer) is a term applied to a very strong feeling about a person or thing. Passion is an intense &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion&quot; title=&quot;Emotion&quot;&gt;emotion&lt;/a&gt; compelling feeling, enthusiasm, or &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desire_(emotion)&quot; title=&quot;Desire (emotion)&quot;&gt;desire&lt;/a&gt; for something.&lt;br /&gt;
The term is also often applied to a lively or eager interest in or admiration for a proposal, cause, or activity or &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love&quot; title=&quot;Love&quot;&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; – to a feeling of unusual excitement, &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enthusiasm&quot; title=&quot;Enthusiasm&quot;&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/a&gt; or compelling emotion, a positive &lt;a class=&quot;extiw&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/affinity&quot; title=&quot;wikt:affinity&quot;&gt;affinity&lt;/a&gt; or love, towards a subject. It is particularly used in the context of romance or sexual desire though it generally implies a deeper or more encompassing emotion than that implied by the term &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lust&quot; title=&quot;Lust&quot;&gt;lust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Therefore, I shall express about my enthusiasm on doing the things I love. I&#39;ve always had passion about self improvement, challenging myself to do something more, something better and more. Because of this passion I was too anxious to start work, I attended interview as early as 19 years old like any other Brits in the UK. I was juggling between studies and finding work. Pushed myself to go beyond my current level and wanting to become the best in what I do.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the side, I&#39;ve always wanted to give back, I formed 1Thinking group for this purpose and explored all areas to pull more people in to join. Tried all possible business ventures to test my limit. I love cooking and experiment all type of dishes even since I was very young. Related to cooking and also eating, once un-realised dream to have my own travelling documentary showing how a normal Malaysian/asian, muslim would travel and eat in Europe. I grew up in the west quite a long time thus wanting to explore and share with the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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For family and personal life, I&#39;ve always wanted more for me and family. I managed to purchase a house at the value of almost MYR1mil at the age of 28. Bought my first house at 26 years old. I also want more for my children giving them good education. Now looking forward to send them to international school, to be amongst those who will complete O level at the age of 16 years old.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bottom line, for me passion is doing something you love with the intention to reach to a better level mentally, physically and spiritually.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/8225664257995157682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/8225664257995157682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2012/09/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-5320463910622297836</id><published>2012-09-21T20:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-21T20:27:44.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard to be persistent in writing a blog entry? One thing for sure, I&#39;m not one of those writers which can flow through the ideas in their head directly to words. Last night, my wife told me about a new blog she&#39;s reading which coincedently&amp;nbsp;is a fellow MCOBA as well thus causing a sheer rush for me to write. Maybe due to jealousy or due to being inspired.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve been working&amp;nbsp;late nights and through the past weekends. Not to complaint much as my sleep time is short and I&#39;m most of the time on my laptop doing work but imminently it does take me away&amp;nbsp;my time&amp;nbsp;from my family. Sometime I comfort my self thinking with the big pay cheque I&#39;m getting means that the responsibility is more for me to utilize my spare time as well but I&#39;m believer in work and life balance.&amp;nbsp;A believer that family comes first. For us as bread-winners, we know for a fact that we work ultimately to fulfill our responsibility as human serving God, for family and for ourselves. Commitment and passion is the key to success and believing what we do is right will lead us to the right path.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having a lot of things on my mind means I&#39;m juggling 50GB of data per second going through my brain, unfortunately some times I fade away from my direct focus such as when I&#39;m talking to my wife. That causes my wife thinking that talking to a wall is better than talking to me. I don&#39;t blame her for thinking so and I guess I have to do better in sequencing things that needs to be processed in my brain. In my day to day work, I lead a big team and chairs a lot meetings, easier said than done, I always tell people prioritzing is they to getting things done so maybe now I have to do so between personal and professional. Guide me...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/5320463910622297836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/5320463910622297836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2012/09/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-7293370819380583475</id><published>2011-10-26T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T05:43:00.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali at KLCC</title><content type='html'>After being in a tough negotiation with Zaffar, we finally set off to KLCC to look for his toys. Wifey and me finally realised that it&#39;s been almost a year that we have been in KLCC, everything seems different and all the shops have been relocated here and there. Toys r Us is not at the LG floor anymore but the 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can see wifey have a Toys r US plastic bag on her and obviously our favourite almond pretzel from Aunty Ann&#39;s. We got there in time before the big holiday crowd came. Zaffar also enjoyed riding his Bob the builder bulldozer. When asked where is he driving off to...he said &quot;Pasar&quot; which means market. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just before leaving, Zaffar asked for french fries and we were too tired to go up to McDonalds and was trying to see if A&amp;amp;W is still there and eventually it&#39;s not. It&#39;s been replaced by a well know kuih muih shop selling overpriced kuih but good kuih though.&lt;br /&gt;
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So basically wifey, Zaffar and myself sets out right in the morning to our favourite breakfast and food district which is Keramat and Melawati. I guess the district&amp;nbsp;have exactly that suits our craving and interest. With the connected high between Bukit Jelutong and MRR2 through PLUS highway and DUKE highway our journey took us less than 30&amp;nbsp;minutes. Our pick for this morning is Nasi Lemak and Roti Jala down in Melawati. Obviously the place was already packed by the time we arrived and after ordering all that we craved Zaffar started with his usual merengek asking for Roti canai which obviously the only food that was not available at the food stall we were at...as always. After much patience tested&amp;nbsp;with endless crying&amp;nbsp;and negotiation, he finally wanted to buy his favourity toy which is Thomas and friends. Even after completing the negotation, he still could not wait and urged us to leave straight away and even prohibited us to finish our drinks. Just a recommendation to everyone, the food in Melawati is fabolous, they serve roti jala, nasi lemak, soto, mee kari, mee rebus, mee soup, nasi ayam and many more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/8312543668598956604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/8312543668598956604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/10/deepavali-breakfast.html' title='Deepavali breakfast'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-1662897222104661706</id><published>2011-10-21T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:33:50.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time... in a village, a man appeared and announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for $10 each.&lt;br /&gt;
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The villagers, seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man bought thousands at $10 and, as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that he would now buy at $20 for a monkey. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer increased to $25 each, and the supply of monkeys became so small that it was an effort to even find a monkey, let alone catch it!&lt;br /&gt;
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The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at $50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. &quot;Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at $35, and when the man returns from the city, you can sell them to him for $50 each.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The villagers rounded up all their savings and bought all the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
They never saw the man nor his assistant again, only monkeys everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;
Now you have a better understanding of how the stock market works</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/1662897222104661706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/1662897222104661706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/10/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-4262775866535176768</id><published>2011-10-20T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:34:09.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peak times</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it&#39;s funny how I can never anticipate my daily schedule. At times when I think i&#39;ll be free on that day, it just ends up work, calls, emails starts to pour in. The project I&#39;m in right now, is expected to close of one of the main activities by end of today and I&#39;m quite excited to push for the team to finish on time. The sense of achievement means so much more than just meeting a goal. Meeting a goal is merely a direction but the journey defines the satisfaction and the completeness of ones overall objective.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the past weeks, I&#39;ve been pondering on the words by Steve Jobs and&amp;nbsp;a lot&amp;nbsp;more words of wisdom that I&#39;ve read in many articles. For me those words doesn&#39;t really reflect the true aspiration that is applicable for everyone. Malaysian are not free-spirited and we can&#39;t start a company and sell to the population of Malaysia and become rich. We have limited market for expansion, narrow mind on exploration new and innovative ideas. Bottom line is that we can&#39;t really do what we love but rather do something that we have to do to survive. It&#39;s been expected 2012 will be tough year for the economy and I&#39;m hoping that I can be well prepared for this. Not doing the things I love is fine as long as that I have enough food to eat...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/4262775866535176768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/4262775866535176768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/10/peak-times.html' title='Peak times'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-7521163880661546680</id><published>2011-10-19T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T01:05:41.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should You Stay Late or Go Home?</title><content type='html'>An article I found written by Ron Ashkenas&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me start this post with a confession: I&#39;m usually the last person to leave my office. I get in around 8:00am or earlier and often don&#39;t get home until after 7:00pm. But I&#39;m not complaining. I love my work (and have an understanding family). But since there&#39;s always &lt;a href=&quot;http://blogs.hbr.org/ashkenas/2010/11/add-an-hour-to-your-day.html&quot;&gt;more to do than there is time&lt;/a&gt; to do it, I&#39;ve gotten into the pattern of expanding my workday.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not the only one. In fact, a recent study suggests that &lt;a href=&quot;http://blogs.hbr.org/ashkenas/2011/10/www.towerswatson.com/united-states/press/5600&quot;&gt;nearly two-thirds of U.S. companies report that their employees have worked more hours&lt;/a&gt; over the past three years. It&#39;s likely that there are &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.staffingindustry.com/eng/Research-Publications/Daily-News/UK-One-in-three-work-longer-hours&quot;&gt;similar percentages&lt;/a&gt; in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;
This growing trend is predicted to continue. An unintended consequence of our global, connected world is that customers, clients, partners, and colleagues &lt;a href=&quot;http://blogs.hbr.org/ashkenas/2011/04/the-right-response-is-not-alwa.html&quot;&gt;expect immediate responses&lt;/a&gt; to their demands. At the same time, &lt;a href=&quot;http://blogs.hbr.org/hbr/hbreditors/2011/09/hbr_economic_survey_shows_litt.html&quot;&gt;jobs are in short supply&lt;/a&gt; in many fields, so nobody wants to disappoint. As a result, more employees are &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/11/employees-longer-hours_n_1005111.html&quot;&gt;putting in longer hours&lt;/a&gt;, and many regularly face the dilemma of whether to stay late and finish a critical task or put it aside until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
But once you begin expanding your work hours on a regular basis, working &quot;normal&quot; hours starts to look like slacking off. In other words, if you establish a pattern of staying late, your extended hours become the new normal.&lt;br /&gt;
Given my own inclination to work late, I&#39;m probably the last person who should give advice on this subject. However, if you don&#39;t enjoy working late (like me), doing so can have serious consequences. A large study last year of 6000 British civil servants showed that &lt;a href=&quot;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/8674372.stm&quot;&gt;those who regularly worked over ten hours per day were 60% more likely to suffer from heart disease&lt;/a&gt;. And if you don&#39;t have an understanding partner, being away can put a strain on the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
So what can you do to avoid the stay-late work pattern or at least avoid its negative consequences? Here are a few thoughts to help you prioritize:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Reflect on your goals — both professional and personal.&lt;/strong&gt; Think through the aspirations you have for your career and your life. What do you want to achieve? What are the priorities? What gives you fulfillment? It&#39;s remarkable how many people wander through their careers without a sense of &quot;true north&quot; to guide their decisions. As a result they lack criteria for determining whether to invest more time in work, and at some point may wake up and realize that the &lt;a href=&quot;http://blogs.hbr.org/ashkenas/2010/12/how-trivial-decisions-will-imp.html&quot;&gt;accumulation of small choices&lt;/a&gt; has taken them to a destination that they did not intend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Talk about it at home.&lt;/strong&gt; Discuss your goals and priorities with the people closest to you — your spouse, partner, friends, or children (if appropriate). Find out the extent to which their expectations match yours.Without this dialogue you run the risk of constantly disappointing each other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Open up a dialogue at work.&lt;/strong&gt; Make it clear to your boss and your colleagues that you are indeed willing to stay late and pitch in if there are legitimate reasons (a client deadline, a customer crisis, a seasonal overload, etc.). But also emphasize that this should be the exception, and not the rule. In fact, if there are &lt;a href=&quot;http://blogs.hbr.org/ashkenas/2010/09/dont-let-your-next-crisis-go-t.html&quot;&gt;constant crises&lt;/a&gt; and deadline dramas, you might want to talk with your team about how to redesign the work process so that you&#39;re not held captive to it.&lt;br /&gt;
And don&#39;t stay late just because you want to be perceived as a hard worker. Mostly everyone sees through that ploy. Only stay late if you enjoy what you&#39;re doing (as I do) or if there is a really legitimate work requirement. Remember that if you don&#39;t take conscious control of your own work hours, the work hours can easily take control of you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you manage the dilemmas of staying late?&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/7521163880661546680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/7521163880661546680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/10/should-you-stay-late-or-go-home.html' title='Should You Stay Late or Go Home?'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-1051330528014064267</id><published>2011-10-16T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:49:05.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;I had the meanest mother in the 
whole world. While other kids ate&lt;br /&gt;candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, 
eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a 
sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids&#39; 
also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But at least, I wasn&#39;t alone in my sufferings. My sister and 
two&lt;br /&gt;brothers had the same mean mother as I did.&lt;/div&gt;
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My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. 
You&#39;d think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and 
where we were going. She insisted if we said we&#39;d be gone an hour, that we be 
gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit 
it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own 
and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to 
hold up Daddy&#39;s pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just 
because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.&lt;/div&gt;
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We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids 
always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she 
made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a 
mother who made us feel different from our friends?&lt;/div&gt;
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The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each 
night&lt;br /&gt;and up at eight the next morning. We couldn&#39;t sleep till noon like our 
friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the 
child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to 
cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking 
up mean things to do to us.&lt;/div&gt;
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She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth 
and&lt;br /&gt;nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.&lt;/div&gt;
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By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life 
became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to 
come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come 
to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine 
she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope 
to Mexico. That is if I&#39;d had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, 
while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned 
mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if 
you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.&lt;/div&gt;
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Through the years, things didn&#39;t improve a bit. We could not 
lie&lt;br /&gt;in bed, &quot;sick&quot; like our friends did, and miss school. If our 
friends&lt;br /&gt;had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home 
from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends&#39; report cards 
had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother 
being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black 
marks.&lt;/div&gt;
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As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was 
put&lt;br /&gt;to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, 
talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of 
being a drop-out.&lt;/div&gt;
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My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of 
four&lt;br /&gt;children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have 
ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his 
time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the 
terrible way we turned out? You&#39;re right, our mean mother. Look at the things we 
missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, 
burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did.&lt;/div&gt;
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She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest 
adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three&lt;br /&gt;children. I 
stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my&lt;br /&gt;children call me 
mean.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because, you see, I thank God, &lt;br /&gt;He gave me the meanest mother 
in the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;mailto:lpin@cableone.net&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bobbie Pingaro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 
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I decided to run some errands on Monday morning after sending baby and Zaffar to Tumbletots and bought some cuppies at the new mall in Ara Damansara, CITTA Mall. Baby loves the chocolove orange and royal vanilla for me. Ending the day, I&#39;ve decided to rest for another day and took another day off on Tuesday and spent the morning at Tumbletots to only realize Zaffar hardly listens to his teacher...hehe. I guess born a leader not a follower.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally I&#39;m back in the office today, walked my rounds and just realized a lot was surprised they didn&#39;t see me for some time because I use to bug them about work all the time. Now I&#39;m waiting to have something presented to me and I&#39;ll be rushing back back straight after...can&#39;t wait to be home. I&#39;m still aiming to be a lecturer so I can do things that I love....</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/4755406411853576877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/4755406411853576877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-sick-and-working-again.html' title='Getting sick and working again'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-7609932621501820104</id><published>2011-10-06T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T01:19:15.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple: Steve Jobs Dies</title><content type='html'>Just recently my wife told me that a friend of ours lost their car at&amp;nbsp;her office compound. That brought to a discussion surrounding how we as humans chase for money and wealth and to lose something is so easy. This also leads to the story of this generation&#39;s legend and icon, a true revolutionary man that changed many lifes, inspired many minds and hearts - Steve Jobs.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to admit that before Steve Jobs stepped down as CEO, I hardly knew anything about this man. When I saw an article about him stepping down, I started to intensively google about this man. Just like Bill Gates, he is a drop out that later succeeded to do something that he loves. He built his first computer in his parents garage and later went through ups and downs striving to make such a big impact to all of us to his inventions. Sharing some article that inspired me:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.npr.org/2011/10/05/123826622/apple-visionary-steve-jobs-dies-at-56&quot;&gt;http://www.npr.org/2011/10/05/123826622/apple-visionary-steve-jobs-dies-at-56&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://news.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html&quot;&gt;http://news.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/7609932621501820104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/7609932621501820104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/10/apple-steve-jobs-dies.html' title='Apple: Steve Jobs Dies'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-8124517932623722180</id><published>2011-10-06T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T01:07:39.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 reasons why Darth Vader was an amazing project manager</title><content type='html'>I would like to share with all of you an article that I find most creative on how perspectively to look at one character from a movie&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.geekwire.com/2011/top-10-reasons-darth-vader-amazing-project-manager&quot;&gt;Top 10 reasons why Darth Vader was an amazing project manager&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/8124517932623722180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/8124517932623722180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/10/top-10-reasons-why-darth-vader-was.html' title='Top 10 reasons why Darth Vader was an amazing project manager'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-1697938039913551990</id><published>2011-10-02T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:50:38.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;&quot;&gt;For the past few months, I&#39;ve been very occupied to steer the mega
transformation that I&#39;m currently heading. I&#39;m fortunate to get the right
support by the right people in the office and also support from home by my
dearest baby. Time really flies and a lot has been happening and remained
unrecorded here. Zaffar is at Tumble Tots or now called IOP Canopy Learning
with baby and I&#39;m in the office since early in the morning kicking off the UAT.
I was in the office during the weekend to ensure the team is all ready by
today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve received a few calls and emails for the past week with some very
interesting job offers but I guess I&#39;m not the same person before and I wish to
complete first what I&#39;m doing now but when the time comes, money comes first.
Wanting to put my children in private school is not an option any more but my
target in life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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nowadays. Baby have been very interested to attend all the functions. We had
another ante natal checkup last Saturday and the scan was great, we decided to
bring Zaffar along so that he can take a glimpse of his baby sister. Yes, it&#39;s
now confirmed, the baby is gonna be a baby girl. Thanks God because we have
bought bunch of baby girl clothes. Haha. We managed to also get a copy of the
3D ultrasound pic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/1697938039913551990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/1697938039913551990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-past-few-months-ive-been-very.html' title='Time is Gold'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-2867047139510486655</id><published>2011-07-24T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T03:22:02.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary My Dearest Marlena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;When a man has the spirit to live, it doesn’t make life easier but it sure makes life worth living. More over when a man has a companion worth appreciating such as you my baby, my dearest Marlena binti Mansor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the road was dark, you shined it with your brightness, when I was sick, you were the cure, when I was down, you were the ladder, when I was climbing to success, and you were the pillar that made it strong, when I had a bad day at work, you made me look forward to the better part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve gone through many ups and downs; we have moved houses which became bigger, drove cars which are bigger, having more babies soon but most important is the love that has grown more and more over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are and always will be my better half, love of my life and the essence of my existence. Thank you so much for being with me through all the pain and hurt, through the sweetness and serenity, through all the short and long haul journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know we will have more wonderful years ahead and although we know that there’ll be more tough and easy times in the future, please engrave in your thoughts that my hand, mind, body and soul is yours and only yours to hold on to forever and ever, eternity and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Love you so much baby! Happy Anniversary! 25th July forever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/2867047139510486655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/2867047139510486655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-anniversary-my-dearest-marlena.html' title='Happy Anniversary My Dearest Marlena'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-3382252265142161817</id><published>2011-07-04T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T12:01:33.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploration</title><content type='html'>One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.  ~André Gide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote inspired me in so many ways especially how I relate this to my life. I&#39;ve always been that person which wants to explore beyond what I can see and especially beyond what is expected out of me. I may not be an inventor or a founder of Facebook but I feel life has succeeded in bringing me what I need to be grateful of. At the time, everyone wanted to be an accountant, I pursued accounting qualification, at time people was racing towards being a consultant and technology, I was there and when people was racing to the peak of being a successful young executive, I was there. In my most recent interview - yes i am constantly going for interview to each new heights, I have publicly admitted that at my age, it&#39;s always about the race, it&#39;s either being first or the last. No second place as people either look up to one person and the rest is just at the back seat and the longer you are in the back seat, your value will just continue to go down with age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/3382252265142161817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/3382252265142161817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/07/exploration.html' title='Exploration'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-3579660677377479770</id><published>2011-06-14T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T06:18:15.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/14/912.jpg&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/14/s_912.jpg&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; width=&#39;281&#39; height=&#39;210&#39; style=&#39;margin:5px&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 overseas trip that I had was to Indonesia and also Gold Coast as the picture above. When I was little my parents use to take me everywhere and I became a holiday addict. When I was growing up as a teenager and whenever I was stressed, I would imagine myself going somewhere far and peaceful and now a I&#39;ve grown older, I&#39;m taking my family to places which I&#39;ve been but never really manage to explore. I wish I could take a few weeks off just to enjoy some time away but I need to work to prove my worthiness and also keep myself needed in my current role now. Usually the outcome of holiday is either you come back fresh or feel much more stressed after coming back. I hope to find time to getaway soon and I&#39;ll write about my previous trip soon.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/3579660677377479770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/3579660677377479770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-holiday.html' title='I need a holiday'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-4687931763969902038</id><published>2011-06-14T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T06:01:52.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays!</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays is always pack rather than other days. Meetings pours in my calendar like water from dusk till dawn. As always work is work but I feel lazier to leave home since wifey is full time housewife now....or for now. I wish I had my own business so that I can control my own time. Anyway, today Zaffar didn&#39;t really felt like staying in school. He was too clingy with wifey that we just decided to take home hoping a better opportunity tomorrow. One of the lesson learnt is not send kids to school when they are sleepy. Zaffar woke up rather early this morning and was yawning all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having back to back meeting, I had to rush to the hospital as my medication ran out. Usually SDMC is a long line and I had to wait for hours but although I was number 13 but the nurse called me to meet the doctors even before I could finish replying my first email on my BB. One of my meeting was with SAP guys from Germany. Usually these people are bunch of sales people but this guy was a real automotive guy and he really knew what he was talking about. Respect! I spend the rest of the afternoon in other bunch of emails and finally my boss is back after 2 weeks of holiday. I don&#39;t really hold any power anymore..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to reach home to catch Nora Elena since the whole house is stuck on that drama. I think its almost time that the drama is reaching its peak and will be end soon because the drama is really there. Typical Malay drama. Now we&#39;re watching Glee season finale and I just got a phone call from the president of the security committee reminding of today&#39;s meeting to discuss o the recent break in here. Although my house is guarded but the area does not have parameter fencing which is rather silly. The synonym is like protecting a flog sheep from foxes with a shepherd there but without any fence. I already expressed this in the email group but let them discuss and decide. I need to rest rather than attend another meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/4687931763969902038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/4687931763969902038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/06/tuesdays.html' title='Tuesdays!'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788391256082249204.post-820367422277869032</id><published>2011-06-13T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T05:47:23.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success! Sukses!</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m finally sitting comfortably on the sofa at home and wrapping a productive day. Zaffar survived his first day in school but had a grand finale by crying after seeing another kid cry. Unfortunate I could not pick him up but wifey did. I was interviewing a candidate to replace someone who recently resigned from the division. The vacancy is rather a hot seat and no one internally dares to takeover that position therefore we had to take someone from outside. But one of my thoughts throughout the interview is whether this guy really know what kind of shit he&#39;s getting into and how does other interviewer perceive me when they are interviewing me. Yes it&#39;s true when they say it&#39;s all about first impression, no matter how good or bad that person is, but if he or she has that charm, that person will be getting an offer soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet has been hurting he whole day, I don&#39;t know why and I hope to ask the doctor if I have time to run to the hospital tomorrow, I have back to back meetings especially on Tuesday. I also spent my afternoon with back to back discussion today as if I haven&#39;t been in the office for ages. Here&#39;s always issues to debate and problem to scream about. Luckily I can ask everyone to jump into my room as oppose to run around to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey is having bad morning sickness or all day sickness and I ran to the pharmacy on the way back to buy some medication to ease the urge to vomit. Giant Shah alam have bunch of nice food and I bought popia basah and waffles. I realized the person selling the awesome tauhu bakar and sotong was no longer there. I guess he gave up after selling there as far I can remember. Life is difficult but if life gives you lemon, make lemonade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/820367422277869032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788391256082249204/posts/default/820367422277869032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsoislife.blogspot.com/2011/06/success-sukses.html' title='Success! Sukses!'/><author><name>The slave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996184562901927186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>