<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:59:04.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicle of (P)ersonas.(T)ime.(M)emoria</title><subtitle type='html'>These are the truth, the whole truth and nothing but truth....recorded by ME!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-2359805242736906831</id><published>2011-03-22T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:38:05.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Cursed the Bride and Groom To Be.</title><content type='html'>Writng this entry in my office again. Too mad. Too disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to entertain this stupid wedding couple that keep insisting want to have 29th October 2011 to hold their wedding reception lunch. Whereby, the date has been taken by the Chinese Restaurant for their wedding reception dinner. Isn't it stupid if they already that the date taken, still insist to hold the lunch. That stupid couple keep asking me to negotiate with Chinese Restaurant to pull out the date. What a selfish bitch-bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more, claim that she already asked me to block the date tentatively for them. What a shame. You know that you gonna have a wedding, you should have at least 10 dates tentative dates to choose. The best part, they didn't get the message that WE do not want them to hold their wedding reception lunch in our club house. Work in IBM, but brain functioning like a COW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I officially cursed them that their marriage won't last. Who knows, might last for 1 year only. Then, file for a divorce. I'll be glad to give them complimentary usage of our Ballroom for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-2359805242736906831?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/2359805242736906831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-i-cursed-bride-and-groom-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/2359805242736906831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/2359805242736906831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-i-cursed-bride-and-groom-to-be.html' title='The Day I Cursed the Bride and Groom To Be.'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-7154900196086625941</id><published>2011-02-23T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:05:16.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I'm Having a Deep Thought</title><content type='html'>I've been getting pressure and pressure again from my boss. Well, being a sales person for a golf club is tough especially involving Events Management as well. I'm gonna have 3 events coming up starting 24th Feb 2011. Now, I'm in the office writing this entry while listening to Madonna-You must love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many unexpected events has happened to me and made me having a long, deep thought inside my head. In fact, it's still playing.  As you know, my mum passed away last year and until now there's no sign of her tomb stone up yet.&lt;br /&gt;When i asked my dad, he said 'No Money'..well, that is what I got from him every time i asked him the question. And the next thing I knew, he bought a new Nikon D90 camera that worth RM3K. Where does the money came from? Government? or my Mum's EPF? I minus off the money that they spend when they went for a holiday in Pangkor. I didn't get the invitation from him. The reason; he brought along his new GF with him. That the biggest reason I can tell you here. I wonder how much they spent in Pangkor with the whole family. I'm so sick of my own dad now. Thank god he doesn't interrupt my life. Amen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing my Fridae account this evening and I found that 'V' also has a Fridae account with some half naked pics. I was kindda shock to see his profile there. Those pictures will clearly captured most PLU that seeking sex there. I admit that me too posted my half naked pic in some of my account. But not until that extend. Honestly, I don't know where am I standing in his heart or his eyes. Sometimes, I feel he treated me like a boyfriend instead of 'entertainment' buddy. Yeap..there's no string attached  between the two of us, maybe the way he treated me or act has sent me wrong messages. I have misinterpret him. Looking at his half naked pic has clearly open up my mind. Who snapped that pic? Where? When? Why I'm not around? and the photos was taken recently in Feb 2011. I noticed it was in a hotel, and someone that closed must have snapped his pic.A lot of thing keep playing on top of my head. Does he has another sex buddy? or Someone paid him to have sex in a nice hotel room? or just a One Night Stand hook up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that I can't think too much of these possibilities as I am not attached with him. I guess he too does not wish to be attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-7154900196086625941?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/7154900196086625941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-im-having-deep-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/7154900196086625941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/7154900196086625941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-im-having-deep-thought.html' title='The Day I&apos;m Having a Deep Thought'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-1074758093468111106</id><published>2011-02-16T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:56:19.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night I'm Not In Your Arm.</title><content type='html'>I am writing this entry in the morning. Clock shows 0023hrs. It mean just passed mid night&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I don't think I can get sweet dream. I'm in my room alone tonight. He's not beside me. Thus, I have all those emotion that made feel awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, spending the night at his place made me miss him. I wanted to ask him 'THE' question. But, now words slipped out from my mouth once I have rested in his arm. He's warmness has made me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in the future, 'you' ever read this...I want you to know how I felt every time I wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Deep in my heart I have been concealing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Things that I'm longing to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Scared to confess what I'm feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Frightened you'll slip away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Why are you at my side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; How can I be any use to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Give me a chance and I'll let you see how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, keeping the question unanswered is such a pain in the ass for me..mentally! But, remain unanswered is what keeping him with me. I am happy in that way. I don't know until when. or Why? Now, I don't have he answer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-1074758093468111106?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/1074758093468111106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/02/night-im-not-in-your-arm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/1074758093468111106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/1074758093468111106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/02/night-im-not-in-your-arm.html' title='The Night I&apos;m Not In Your Arm.'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-5325417224661395119</id><published>2011-02-14T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T16:39:47.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Day...after V day</title><content type='html'>I had a body pump at Fitness First on Valentine's Night. Well, a lot of people turn up for the class. I guess everybody is single nowadays. Azura was on date last night. Lucky her. She found herself a young lad. How I wish I can be like her.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people at the curve especially in front of the fountain near McDonald. I saw many kind of couples. Straight, Gay, Lesbian, Malay with Chinese and a lot more. It's happy to see them happy. In fact, 2 couples asked me to take picture for them. Yes, I have to admit I'm a bit jealous to see other people so happy received present from their love one. Well, even Hartini received a bouquet of flower from his boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;After Pump and 'gai-gai' at The Curve, I went home. I text 'him' asking whether I can sleep over his place or not cuz' I don't feel like spending V day alone last night. Thank god he replied 'OK'. Just a simple answer has made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;So, I spend the night with 'him' in his room. Nothing happened. We're both tired. I think he fall asleep 1st before me. I wanted to ask 'him' a very simple question, but until now my mouth feels very heavy to deliver the question to 'him'. Anyway, if you guys wanna know, I just wanted to ask him - "What is our status now". A very simple question but yet, very hard to say it out loud. Maybe I don't want to know his answer or maybe I am afraid to know his answer. Darn....&lt;br /&gt;I just cant accept if he gonna give me he answer that I don't want to hear. That's the biggest reason why I can't ask him yet.&lt;br /&gt;Watching 'him' sleeping made me want him more. But, does he feels the same as well....&lt;br /&gt;I will let the question flow on top of my head. I will just let the question remain open at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-5325417224661395119?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/5325417224661395119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/02/next-dayafter-v-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/5325417224661395119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/5325417224661395119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/02/next-dayafter-v-day.html' title='The Next Day...after V day'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-6752705336181761878</id><published>2011-02-12T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T08:30:57.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saturday Night Fever</title><content type='html'>Don't get too excited by looking at the tittle. I am not going to any club actually. and I'm not a clubbing kaki. So, today i work half day up until 1.30pm. The whole day filled with appointment with client for weddings.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will have another wedding. OMG..I have to work until night again and Monday will be Valentine's Day. How I wish someone will ask me to be his Valentine's on that day. I guess I will end up dating and dinner with my reports and paper works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-6752705336181761878?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/6752705336181761878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday-night-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/6752705336181761878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/6752705336181761878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday-night-fever.html' title='The Saturday Night Fever'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-861198641844045265</id><published>2011-02-05T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T08:14:29.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month of Money and Stupid Cupid</title><content type='html'>I am here again, bragging about my life by blogging. Well, it rhymes. Lol. Yes, now is February. It's Chinese New Year. I just love CNY. In fact, lots of function in this month, wedding, meeting, annual dinner, etc. Wow..now my boss will realize how good I am as a sales person and event planner.* show off..Daanngggggg! In fact, just finish 1 Indian wedding while writing and there's another 1 Indian Wedding that I need to handle tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Yee Sang in One World Hotel during my annual dinner. Met my fellow colleagues in One World Hotel. My god...they all grew up. Owh..it's memory lane session again in OWH.&lt;br /&gt;Next, after CNY- we have Valentine's Day. It is the Day that I hated the most. I don't hate fasting month though I can't eat. I don't hate Hungry Ghost Month as I am Malay. But, I hate Valentine's Day. I hate Valentine's Day since I reached my puberty. YES! As simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have been celebrating V Day alone all this while. In fact, I guess I'll be alone again this year after my ex dumped me. Oh my god..I hate to see those restaurants that has Valentine's day menus. Even shops that sell pink teddy bear holding roses (the teddy so gay....) I will cursed non-stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of my head now, if there is Cupid, I will make sure to steal his Bow and Arrow. and of course I will beat him till death. I don't mind to abuse a child with wings. They randomly shoot arrow to us. So, why not I beat them till they die! They shoot, I beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish there's someone will organize an 'Anti Valentine's Day Dinner' for single/Divorcee/Break up men/ladies on hate V Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am officially sign up my self in Anti Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Jim&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-861198641844045265?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/861198641844045265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/02/month-of-money-and-stupid-cupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/861198641844045265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/861198641844045265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/02/month-of-money-and-stupid-cupid.html' title='The Month of Money and Stupid Cupid'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-4242513553621207219</id><published>2011-01-22T00:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:52:09.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of  2011 with The New ME..</title><content type='html'>It has been a very long time that I have not blog anything at all..I noticed that in 2010, I only posted 4 write up here. Maybe I was too busy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to sum all in 2010, please refer to below points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - I am currently working at a Golf Club doing Sales, Event and Marketing.&lt;br /&gt;2- My partner dumped me after my 24th birthday. So, Im a Divorcee (Hot Status)&lt;br /&gt;3- Tired of become a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;4- Mom passed away.&lt;br /&gt;5- Gain lean muscle. Thanks to Body Pump and Azura who force me!&lt;br /&gt;6- etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are lots of thing to tell here, but I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life getting busier in 2011 since Im in Sales and Events. Thank god I have 2 helpful colleagues. I have been working so hard at the gym. Try to get 6 packs but somehow, I think should go for Liposuction. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea..I think this is the best part that I can sum up all together. I am SINGLE and AVAILABLE and surrounded by a bunch of good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm at Fitness First blogging while waiting my Season Of The Witch at 5.30pm. And yes, I'm watching alone and it doesn't kill me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - I'm trying my best not to be a bitch in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-4242513553621207219?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/4242513553621207219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/4242513553621207219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/4242513553621207219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='The Year of  2011 with The New ME..'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-1119793401314894830</id><published>2010-09-09T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:19:45.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raya Dilemma 2010</title><content type='html'>Finally, today will be the last day of fasting month in Muslim Calendar. I am happy cuz I can have Mc'D for lunch again..hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at this point of writing I am still at the office doing some work. I need to finish this work before I go for my 1 week leaves. Honestly, I hate to take 1 week leaves. I will feel so bored if just staying at home doing nothing. I'm gonna gain weight if this happen..haizzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, this year of Aidilfitri I'll be celebrating without my Mum. But I always hope she will be watching over us from the other side. Usually at time like this, she will clean the house, and keep yelling at us so that we all will move our butt off and start cleaning the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year of Aidilfitri, I don't have the opportunity to tease her with my aunties like most celebrated days. Usually, me and my aunties will tease her like calling her 'Kevin Keagan' since she was so into him when she was in high school. I miss her laugh and her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I non of my money spend for her like every year. I don't know what should I do this time without her. I can't call her and I can't SMS her either. But, I know that I can always pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I wonder if this Aidilfitri can bring me lot of joys and happiness like last time. Though we argue a lot during every Raya, but at the end of the days we will always be family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, if you read this, before you cross over to the other side, can you please visit me again? In my dream perhaps? I am longing to meet you. 1st day of Aidilfitri, we will definitely visit your grave. I am sorry we unable to build you the gravestone yet. But, I will make sure to shower you with prayer. Mama, don't forget to visit us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-1119793401314894830?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/1119793401314894830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-dilemma-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/1119793401314894830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/1119793401314894830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-dilemma-2010.html' title='The Raya Dilemma 2010'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-2079585793279213052</id><published>2010-08-28T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:06:58.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glutatione Story</title><content type='html'>Actually, at this point of writing, I am still at the office just taking care of some stuffs since I have a meeting on going from Rotary Club Bandar Utama. My housemate, Fizan keep saying don't be a SLAVE to your own work since he saw me going to work even on Sunday. Well, I have to endure my working schedule...furthermore after this, I have appointment with my doctor in TTDI for Glutatione injection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I received 1 box of glutatione that contain 10 ampules. The nurse told me that I have to take once a week. Glutatione is actually use to boost up immune system since it is actually an anti-oxidant. However, if you are taking it in a big dosage, it will make your skin become younger and smoother..hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its like kill two birds with one stone. I will have good immune system, better liver and nice skin condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm..I hope it will really works this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea..tomorrow is Monday and the next day will be Tuesday, 31st August 2010..Malaysia's 53rd Birthday and Keith will be coming back...Yeayyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-2079585793279213052?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/2079585793279213052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2010/08/glutatione-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/2079585793279213052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/2079585793279213052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2010/08/glutatione-story.html' title='The Glutatione Story'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-4732778849584470485</id><published>2010-08-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:02:42.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ramadhan Diary 2010</title><content type='html'>Again, I have to express my self that I've been busy lately..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I thought working over at The Club@Bukit Utama will more easier and relax. Well, its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here, I have to survive the events or function all by my self, since they don't have engineering nor technician to handle any trouble shooting pre or while the function take place. However, I still like doing my proposal. It's my favorite after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working here since April this year, and its fasting month already.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The RAMADHAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I am celebrating this Ramadhan and Hari Raya without a mother..But, thank god my brother in Japan came back to celebrate together this year. It's preety sad that I cannot have 'Break Fast' with the whole family as usual like last year. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But heiii...I will survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, since my brother(Haziq) came back from Japan, he brought back a few thing for us such as:&lt;br /&gt;- PSP&lt;br /&gt;- Ipod Touch&lt;br /&gt;- T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;- Wallet&lt;br /&gt;- and Japanese bahulu..hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got PSP and 2 t-shirt from him. Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Actually, its preety fun to fast in the office this year.. Thanks to my office mates, Eelin and Amirah who always accompany me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-4732778849584470485?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/4732778849584470485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-diary-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/4732778849584470485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/4732778849584470485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-diary-2010.html' title='The Ramadhan Diary 2010'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-5933969257590411384</id><published>2010-04-27T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T03:48:34.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night I Dream About Her Again</title><content type='html'>It has been very long time I haven't post anything in my blog. Well, I have to admit that working in Hilton a bit busy...but now I'm no longer attached with Hilton anymore.. I'm with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Club @ Bukit Utama&lt;/span&gt;. Just 5 min walking distance from my apartment. How easy Im going to work....hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened to me since March this year. I don't know where to start or how to explain. But, I must highlight here that I'm an orphan already..it's just that I still have my dad whose in Genting 24/7. Yea.....I lost my mum already. She passed away on 14 March 2010. She has been battling with cancer since last year. But, I know god loves her more. Mama, you're one tough lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I dream about her again. This time she came to me in a very modern dress, instead of 'White Telekung'...such conservative. We chat as like we haven't seen each other for a very long period. She told me that she met a lot of 'people' and seen a lot of 'things' she never seen before. Seems like she's telling me that she IS happy on the other side. Well, of course I cried throught the whole conversation with her. And than, I wake up suddenly, with tears running in both eyes. I speak to my self..."Mama, please visit me every night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I really miss her presence. And also averything about her..In fact every time I look into the mirror, I will see her image in me since I have her features. How lucky I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mama, you're the best things I never know I needed. Now, I know that you've  sacrefied a lot for all of us. So, now it's my turn to hold  that burden though I know, I'm not as strong as you. Wish me luck to take care of the family. I love you everyday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Son,&lt;br /&gt;Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/S91XR7roj9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ueb40WPbi14/s1600/DSC01335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/S91XR7roj9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ueb40WPbi14/s320/DSC01335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466621488287748050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish i can smell your breath again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/S91X_P7u6lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UodH1KnsK7Y/s1600/Picture+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/S91X_P7u6lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UodH1KnsK7Y/s320/Picture+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466622266818095698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;U will always LIVE in me..You're the best things I never knew I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-5933969257590411384?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/5933969257590411384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2010/04/night-i-dream-about-her-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/5933969257590411384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/5933969257590411384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2010/04/night-i-dream-about-her-again.html' title='The Night I Dream About Her Again'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/S91XR7roj9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ueb40WPbi14/s72-c/DSC01335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-1007131341357192067</id><published>2009-09-19T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:45:00.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night before Raya a.k.a Raya's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, tomorrow(20-09-09) will be the Hari Raya for all Muslims after a month of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Mentally'&lt;/span&gt;and '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Physically'&lt;/span&gt; fasting..hehehe..and that's include me as well. So, i manage to fast for 30 days, mentally, physically and 'sexually'..Oh yeaaasss..!!. And now, while i was writing this thread, I'm actually in my late granpa's room in Selayang Baru...siting on his chair and typing this thread in his old table....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SrT3hlDq9II/AAAAAAAAAEA/lGCXgQg0mNE/s1600-h/P19-09-09_23.09%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SrT3hlDq9II/AAAAAAAAAEA/lGCXgQg0mNE/s320/P19-09-09_23.09%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199610869838978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was he's working table when he needs to calculate all his utilities bills and rentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SrT3hPevllI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rJvz7NLzuiQ/s1600-h/P19-09-09_23.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SrT3hPevllI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rJvz7NLzuiQ/s320/P19-09-09_23.08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199605077808722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up of the working table.(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the pictures; Acer Laptop, a mug of Milo, Ipod Nano, Sarah Jessica Parker Perfume, and Fossil watch&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SrT3iCP3XsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-lijy_W0f_k/s1600-h/P19-09-09_23.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SrT3iCP3XsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-lijy_W0f_k/s320/P19-09-09_23.12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199618705612482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kuih Raya or Bites for the kids and adults to chew and choke while watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SrT3iglHOjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yrM9DGK7IBw/s1600-h/P19-09-09_23.12%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SrT3iglHOjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yrM9DGK7IBw/s320/P19-09-09_23.12%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383199626847795762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Aunty(Teh Rozita) baking her so-claimed-famous-cookies turn out to be Brownies.hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is the ambiance that I'm  longing to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'breath'&lt;/span&gt;....Oh yea..Azree and Families also here. So, guess what will happen next..kuikuikui..!! I wonder what will happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough talking about my family, now let's talk about me and my recent life...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am glad to announce that I'll be working with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hilton KL Sentral&lt;/span&gt; next week. My commencement date to report duty on the 1st of October 2009. Oh my god, this year of Ramadan really brings me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEST IN ME&lt;/span&gt;. Like i said, i will always wait for what next to happen because i really want to know that next episode of my life. So, Hilton KL..this is your next &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sales Coordinator&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-1007131341357192067?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/1007131341357192067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/09/night-before-raya-aka-rayas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/1007131341357192067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/1007131341357192067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/09/night-before-raya-aka-rayas-eve.html' title='The Night before Raya a.k.a Raya&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SrT3hlDq9II/AAAAAAAAAEA/lGCXgQg0mNE/s72-c/P19-09-09_23.09%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-6334162215333596485</id><published>2009-08-30T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:48:03.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day My Season Start To Change So Suddenly. But, I keep Thinking Are You Just Another Season Came Into My Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just finish listening to Joanna Wang's song, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's Start From Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. It is a really nice song for people who likes to start a new relationship or maybe on the way to start a relationship. It's really boost up the aura of love emotion in you..hehehe. Anyway, after listening to that song, i felt a bit emotional because, that was a song sang by a guy to me. I admit that i miss him. ALOT!! The thing is, seems like he doesn't have any intention to start a relationship with me. Honestly, i don't even know what exactly on top of his head either he just meet up with me for '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pleasure&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Getting to know me + Pleasure&lt;/span&gt;'. He act like a guy who doesn't really care about anything...even assignment he did last minutes..haiyaa.. So, to make the story short..I slept with a guy that i don't even know the purpose is? Up until now, i haven't received any SMS or any Offline Message from MSN.. Maybe what my friend said is true..guys don't really call after had sex..how lame they are! Don't they ever heard a term calls 'Courtesy Call'..Up until now, am still waiting for his call. I don't know how to describe my frustration. Well, then again this is just another lesson I learn, which is not to get carried away with my own feelings when I don't know his! This is another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Memoria&lt;/span&gt; that i will never forget from another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Personas&lt;/span&gt;.  Let the flow of my tears teach me...so that i know that you just another '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SEASON&lt;/span&gt;' came into my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sp5oVaRugiI/AAAAAAAAADw/YqESsCMrt6k/s1600-h/broken-heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sp5oVaRugiI/AAAAAAAAADw/YqESsCMrt6k/s320/broken-heart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376849722167165474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't love him..but, maybe just attracted to him..Honestly, i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-6334162215333596485?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/6334162215333596485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-my-season-start-to-change-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/6334162215333596485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/6334162215333596485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-my-season-start-to-change-so.html' title='The Day My Season Start To Change So Suddenly. But, I keep Thinking Are You Just Another Season Came Into My Life..'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sp5oVaRugiI/AAAAAAAAADw/YqESsCMrt6k/s72-c/broken-heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-4481525136251842276</id><published>2009-08-23T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:14:40.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month of Fasting and 'Diet-ing' and Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Finally, the fasting month arrived again. This is the month where all the muslims(..some are not fasting ok!!) will fast from dusk till dawn, and since I'm working in a hotel, i can see lots of Muslim Non-fasting around. Well, im fine if they are pregnant or mayb H1N1 flu(..choi..choi..), but they are purposely did not fast, especially those who works in the 'kitxxen'. However, there also staffs in my Front Office department are not fasting. Some of them tapau 'Nasi Lemak' and eat in their own 'safe port', some told the Executive lounge staffs to save the left over food during Breakfast and Cocktail for them to eat in pantry and some just pretending to announce &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Red Flag'&lt;/span&gt;(...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt; lor) and go straight to cafeteria to eat breakfast and lunch. I wonder if they are actually having 1 month period...? Many kind of tricks they are using these days...Oh yea, my chinese friend, Carlorina Yuen Cheu Ngor also fasting this month since her bf is a malay. Good luck to you Yuen, may your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Fat Thigh'&lt;/span&gt; shrink end of this month( i love u oh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373095237647185298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 144px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SpERpphNtZI/AAAAAAAAADg/yNt1CPMah-0/s200/Carlorina_after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is how my best friend( Carxx Rxxa) will look like end of this fasting month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SpLGFBJ7ePI/AAAAAAAAADo/YmQMF6fCWyE/s1600-h/reductil-meridia-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SpLGFBJ7ePI/AAAAAAAAADo/YmQMF6fCWyE/s200/reductil-meridia-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373575094918150386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sorry...i have to say Bye-bye to you now, my friend!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Please do not take this Diet pills WITHOUT consultation from doctor or your pharmacies)&lt;/span&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;For me, there are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 goals&lt;/span&gt; during fasting month, 1st - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;DIET&lt;/span&gt; , 2nd- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;. Now, is the only month that i can go on diet without taking any expensive slimming pills. I don't eat from dusk and by the time i eat, i will only eat just a little bit only. I hope end of this month, me and Carlorina will achive our ideal weight. Gambatee.. Then, this month is also a '&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mega&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Carnival'&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday, I bought a pair of shoes from ZARA. Thank god they are having 'Clearance Sale', so all items are quite cheap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since this is a fasting month, i need to make sure that all my words that came out from my mouth are all 'CLEAN' not the 'DIRTY' words..Oh yea, i also need to make sure that am all clean from any 'Physical' relations (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SEX&lt;/span&gt; la..what else!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fasting Uolsss..!! (^_^)V&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-4481525136251842276?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/4481525136251842276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/month-of-fasting-and-diet-ing-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/4481525136251842276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/4481525136251842276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/month-of-fasting-and-diet-ing-and.html' title='The Month of Fasting and &apos;Diet-ing&apos; and Shopping'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SpERpphNtZI/AAAAAAAAADg/yNt1CPMah-0/s72-c/Carlorina_after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-5092622351614800491</id><published>2009-08-18T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:52:52.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a SEASON or a REASON or maybe a LIFETIME...so which one...??</title><content type='html'>Finally, i have fully recovered from so called High Fever...fuhh..but one thing that I hate is people keep calling me '&lt;strong&gt;H1N1&lt;/strong&gt;' because &lt;strong&gt;THEY&lt;/strong&gt; claimed that i was suspected to have that decease. WTF......hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Actually, while I'm recovering on bed...suddenly I remember about my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ex BF&lt;/span&gt;..i don't know why out of the sudden i can think of him..why not my mum or my dad..haiyaa!! ( v_v)!   Oh well, after all we're still friends..i guess! So, to make the story short, this so-called 'Motivation Statement' (given by Princess Urduja) has made me forget about him just in a zappp!! Though my mind no longer t hink of him, but my heart still...anyway, 'ACKF', this is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;PEOPLE COME INTO YOUR LIFE FOR A REASON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- when you know which one is it, you will know what to do with that person. When sumone is in your life for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt;, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seen like godsend and they are. They are there for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt; you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;RELATIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt; to an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;END&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes they die. Sometime they walk away silently. What we must realize that our&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 'need'&lt;/span&gt; has been met, our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'desire'&lt;/span&gt; fulfilled, their work is done.The prayer you send up has been answered and now, it is time to move on...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;SOME PEOPLE COME INTO YOUR LIFE FOR A SEASON&lt;/span&gt;, because your turn has come to share, grow and learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may have teach you something you may never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But, only for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;SEASON&lt;/span&gt;...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;LIFETIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;relationships teach you lifetime lesson,things u must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationship and areas of your life..it is sais that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;LOVE IS BLIND&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CLAIRVOYANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now, i can say thank you to you for being part of my life whether you were a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SEASON&lt;/span&gt;, a REASON, or a LIFETIME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now in the future, i will determine what kind of guy will walk into my life, either he is the 'Reason' type of guy, or a 'Season' type of guy or might be my 'Lifetime' type of guy..Cross fingers uolszzz..!! Why is it so hard being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Uniquely Different&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-5092622351614800491?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/5092622351614800491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-season-or-reason-or-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/5092622351614800491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/5092622351614800491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-season-or-reason-or-maybe.html' title='Are you a SEASON or a REASON or maybe a LIFETIME...so which one...??'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-6460895344961435846</id><published>2009-08-14T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:17:26.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I went to KLCC for 'Food and Hotel Exhibition' a.k.a Food Tasting, Then I Had Fever.</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, i went to KLCC for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;'Food and Hotel Exhibition'&lt;/span&gt;. By invitation &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only OK!!!&lt;/span&gt; Well, i don't really call it exhibition, i would consider it as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'Place for Hotelier to Gather' and 'Food Tasting Heaven'&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yea..and the day before i went to KLCC, i had a fever. My body temperature reached 38.2. But, after double dosage injection from the doctor, my body teperature cool down a bit. Dun worry..Im not infected with H1N1 virus, cuz that's wat my colleagues at the hotel thought. Enough of that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to KLCC around 1100am from Damansara. I wore nice shirt and jean, and also a black jacket ( Executive look-a-like style). Uhhh..i was so leng zhai (v_v). I was surprised that there are lots of people at the exhibition halls. I think more than 300 pax. Registration counter at Level 3, and it took me 20 minutes just to register. Oh yea..most tof the exhibition crews are from Taylor's College. I think this exhibition is one of their MICE project. So many 'Taylor's-rian'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went inside and visit some of the booths that related to my work field. I manage to visit 'Inn Keeper' booth. 'Inn Keeper' is actually a PMS also, like Opera. But, not many hotels are using Inn Keeper System. I was surprised that there are system that is more 'latest' then 'Opera PMS'. Then of course, after tired of walking and talking, i purposely visited 'Food Booth'..hahahaha. They keep calling the visitor to taste their product, and of course, once they 'summone' me to taste, i can't never resist. I had ate imported &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ice Cream, Pasta, Sponge cake and Korean Udon&lt;/span&gt;. I never taste Korean Udon before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, i saw a Japanese Food booth. So, i walk in and purposely looking at the food in a curious way. Then, the cute Japanese Promoter walk to me to assist. So, I took that chance to try my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nihon-Go&lt;/span&gt;, but seems like both of us cannot understand each other. Sooooo pity myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to 'Culinaire' competition at Hall 1. Most of my hotel staffs are taking part. So, i just give moral support to them..Gambate Kudaisai.. Oh yea, and of course i met lots of my old friends from othe hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, below are some of the pictures that i took to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU66KsozdI/AAAAAAAAACg/7Jcdjbv2g2U/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369762901687586258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU66KsozdI/AAAAAAAAACg/7Jcdjbv2g2U/s320/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WELCOME......the signboard greet me in green colour..why no other color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU7nYdYZmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CM8k88OugBw/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369763678475806306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU7nYdYZmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CM8k88OugBw/s320/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of them are actually students just to menyibuk and make noise..thats include me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU7mcZn7WI/AAAAAAAAACo/jpyvCLxwpVQ/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369763662353919330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU7mcZn7WI/AAAAAAAAACo/jpyvCLxwpVQ/s320/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tasted all of them OK!!!.. I repeat again..ALL..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU7nq6k3LI/AAAAAAAAADA/qq8OP3AIj_I/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369763683430096050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU7nq6k3LI/AAAAAAAAADA/qq8OP3AIj_I/s320/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like the presentation..i don't know how much of this in a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU7oFGGFZI/AAAAAAAAADI/ioUPGd0vpNI/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369763690457732498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU7oFGGFZI/AAAAAAAAADI/ioUPGd0vpNI/s320/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of them concentrate to carv the fruit, i wonder will their eyes pop out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU7m-rdoTI/AAAAAAAAACw/gPJvNBbTFpA/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369763671555547442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU7m-rdoTI/AAAAAAAAACw/gPJvNBbTFpA/s320/DSC01001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are not being quarantine cuz of H1N1..they are cooking actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU-q5vpboI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sbHdMVWFdJY/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369767037485280898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU-q5vpboI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sbHdMVWFdJY/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food court in KLCC, level 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU-rC9PuHI/AAAAAAAAADY/ID1xE2iiQho/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369767039958235250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU-rC9PuHI/AAAAAAAAADY/ID1xE2iiQho/s320/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end, I only ate Porridge and Mineral Water..haizzz..im so poor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Around 6pm i headed home together with Mandy a.k.a Tg Aiman, my housemate. We went home by Fizan's new Honda Jazz..waaaa...I want one also!! So, after everything settled, i wnet to bed and i realized that my body temperature rise again....and i was shivering until the next morning..Dun worry..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not DEAD&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-6460895344961435846?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/6460895344961435846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-i-went-to-klcc-for-food-and-hotel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/6460895344961435846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/6460895344961435846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-i-went-to-klcc-for-food-and-hotel.html' title='The Day I went to KLCC for &apos;Food and Hotel Exhibition&apos; a.k.a Food Tasting, Then I Had Fever.'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SoU66KsozdI/AAAAAAAAACg/7Jcdjbv2g2U/s72-c/DSC01002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-5464004056555703591</id><published>2009-08-09T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:35:09.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment Before I Sleep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's almost 5am now....and i haven't sleep yet at this hour..i dunno why i cannot sleep..not that i suffer from any Insomnia  or whatever new syndromes nowdays..actually, i just finished watching '17 Again' DVD. So, i unable to go to bed..then, after watching it, i read 1 of my favorite blog ( sorry, i cannot reveal it..) and suddenly i think, i should write something before go to bed. Oh well, i know that i haven't write anything yet after i finish my night shift.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately, about my self, my future, my career, my properties(..some la) and those thoughts make me more worry about me..Well, maybe because there are somethings in life that i haven't achive yet..So, i have made a list regarding what are the things i must have in life before i reach 30:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My own house(regardless its cheap or not)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good career ( Manager position would be nice)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bundle of Massimo Dutti's wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bank account with RM 20K in it...hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and...a partner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still fine about thinking those thought, but what am afraid the most is, the 'wat am going to think' before i go to sleep.. i hate that session..I belive some of you out there will think alot about anything or things that u done on that day before u go to bed rite? Well, thats what am scared the most..i always think of how 'Apocalypse' or End of The World will be..i always ask my self, " Will i go to heaven?", "Do i have enough deeds to let me go to heaven?", "Am i a good son?", and the list go on and on and on....till i realised that its 7am already and i have to wake up at 9am. I dont know what kind of questions will pop out tonite before i go to bed....i hope i have all the answer to the questions that am gonna ask to my self....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sn8yGjjTWMI/AAAAAAAAACY/WtYgqllXn-E/s1600-h/end-nigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sn8yGjjTWMI/AAAAAAAAACY/WtYgqllXn-E/s320/end-nigh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368064369052833986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope i'm gonna look nice before the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, now am getting tired and wanna go to bed..and i also have some questions now already..Haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-5464004056555703591?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/5464004056555703591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/moment-before-i-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/5464004056555703591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/5464004056555703591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/moment-before-i-sleep.html' title='The Moment Before I Sleep....'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sn8yGjjTWMI/AAAAAAAAACY/WtYgqllXn-E/s72-c/end-nigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-8650789926050389523</id><published>2009-08-02T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:38:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and Work...</title><content type='html'>My oh my....tonight is my 3rd night working night shift. Anyway, am working night shift with Urduja, a Philippino staff. Thank god i  have a senior staff working with me because am still consider a newbie in OSC(im under cross training mah!). Sometime, some people think working night shift is the most &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'burden'&lt;/span&gt; shift ever since they need to adapt their body to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;'night body working'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'day body sleeping'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mode (..like Jet Lag laa...). Long time i didn't work night shift since i became the 'Shift/Team' leader at the Front Desk. But, after they send me for the cross training need to reset my body back to the 'old days'. Anyway, i prefer working night shift after all, not just because of the 'Night Allowance $$$$', but also the working environment...for instance, rite now, am updating my blog during working hour in the OSC (One Service Centre). So free, rite? hahaha..but, we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;still doing our work&lt;/span&gt; OK!! Need to highlight that since my Assistant Manager or the Director might read my blog in the future Oh yea..i ate like pig today...Damn a lot..Roti Canai, then Sushi after that Domino's Pizza( Ms Shantini's B'day Food), I will become like Cxxloxxa later..heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While 'curi tulang' in OSC room, i surf the internet and i watch the trailer of 'The Proposal', i cannot wait to watch that movie since it has Sandra Bullock in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - This post published after i finished my night shift. OMG, I'm so slow...Pathetic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-8650789926050389523?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/8650789926050389523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/8650789926050389523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/8650789926050389523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-oh-my.html' title='Me, Myself and Work...'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-7161676735312029928</id><published>2009-07-31T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:45:08.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Holy Mother Called my Mobile and the Next Day, i had Stomach Ache....</title><content type='html'>Yeyyy........today, am working night shift. The best shift ever..cuz that is the only shift where you can have peaceful working environment. Anyway, am still under cross training in 'OSC' (...much better in there!). I woke up around 1130hrs today. The reason i woke up early&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(1130hrs is still consider early for human that work night shift)&lt;/span&gt; bcoz i have stomach ache. Arghh...i ate 3 slices of Dominos last night since Mandy treated us all. Then, after i realized i've eaten 3 slices, i immediately took my 'Laxative' pill to flush them out the next day. I took 3 pills last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when i woke up, i had stomach pain since the 'Domionos' inside my stomach 'kicking' wanted to go out...so, i lost!! I went to toilet and flush them out...Ahhhhh...the pain went away after that and my tummy shrink again today!!! What a nice feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SnPxqWYSU-I/AAAAAAAAACI/ShbO6DKOrfk/s1600-h/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SnPxqWYSU-I/AAAAAAAAACI/ShbO6DKOrfk/s200/pain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364897290992636898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My face look much better ok!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SnPz9n-1NdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0MUMUETM-R0/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SnPz9n-1NdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0MUMUETM-R0/s200/DSC00430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364899821158479314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;See..my face much better rite..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after Sam went to work, i switch on the TV and suddenly, i was shocked to see my favourite drama on the air...it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;'When Harry Met Sally'&lt;/span&gt;...i wacth again the drama today..i dunno how many times i have watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'When Harry Met Sally'&lt;/span&gt;. I lost count since i've been watching it for sooo many times. The story revolves around 2 people destined  to be with each other after for soooo many years together as friends. i always imagie my self like them...waiting for the 'One' to grab me. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, last night my mum called again. She told me that my cousin is staying with them at the moment. Well, i duwan to talk about my cousin. What i want to highlight about is actually, my mum wants me to get 'Married'....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh My God, my worst nightmare!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SnPuhJpF3jI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z8Z0RjQlcWQ/s1600-h/ban-marriage-big.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SnPuhJpF3jI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z8Z0RjQlcWQ/s200/ban-marriage-big.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364893834419756594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Marriage..not now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether she's juzt joking or what..but, i hope she was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;As far as i remember, I used to tell my mum while i was drunk that i my Boyfreind dumped me..mayb she wasn't paid any attention..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;B.O.Y.F.R.I.E.N.D&lt;/span&gt; !!! and i remember, she was just fine after i told her..so i assume she knew. Until last nite...she said "I want you to get married"...haizz..~sigh~  I duwan to think about it anymore for now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as of this moment, i want to chill in front of TV while chatting with E-Frens, Lennon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'....you know i have sumthing you want'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-7161676735312029928?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/7161676735312029928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/7161676735312029928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/7161676735312029928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeyyy.html' title='The Night Holy Mother Called my Mobile and the Next Day, i had Stomach Ache....'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SnPxqWYSU-I/AAAAAAAAACI/ShbO6DKOrfk/s72-c/pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-1131334595608067846</id><published>2009-07-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:19:31.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Got Addicted to 'Online Drug' called MiRc....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn...today woke up late again..haizzz...Thanks to Chuby Faridah 'Bam-Bam' who called me from the hotel general line(..thank God I picked up the call). Then, I lied and said that I'm not feeling well today..hahaha. A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, I slept late last nite..I became a '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whore&lt;/span&gt;' in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mirc Chat WebPage&lt;/span&gt;..only God knows how I reacted last nite. Hei, I was there looking for a new relationship ok!! not becoming some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'E-Hustler'&lt;/span&gt; OK!!! And then, after I woke up and start rubbing my eyes, I realised that Im still wearing my 'Dolly Black' contact lense....DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SnGbqV6FY2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/6iJNPF3bPk4/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SnGbqV6FY2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/6iJNPF3bPk4/s200/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364239782912549730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look into my eyes, and listen to my Voice...."Now, Strip..!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was afraid that it might not come out (...actually so takut going to be buta/blind)  as I've been sleeping with them for more then 6 hours..after awhile, I manage to take it off..Fuuhh!!! So, guyz, make sure there's a 'checklist to-do' before u go to bed..I've just created one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Go-To-Bed' Checklist for Dummies.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have u wash your face?                                                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have u applied your night regimen skin care stuffs?                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lock ur window and door (if sleep naked..duhh) already?               &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take off your lense  and wash                                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog Updated (only applicable if you are not tired)                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set Alarm                                                                                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedsheet and Blanket are clean                                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Notes for the first things to do after wake up : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;      ________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;      ________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~ Have a good sleep~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough talking bout' the checklist!! FYI, i was using the PC at the my work place while updating this blog. My heart beat so fast while up dating this..u know why..cuz im afraid that my manager will catch me while using this PC..But, as always...I am much more faster than him..wakakaka..Once he open the door, I manage to switch to another window that display I'm doing my work....Walawei...very act like professional spy in the middle of hacking the computer..kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;TIME: 19:47 hrs, Location: Infront of TV, My House, 1st floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, I'm getting addicted to MirC chat room..OMG!! Now, i've started asking my self.." Am i gonna be like the rest of the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHORES&lt;/span&gt;'(..am not directly saying to all users ok! )in that chating site?"..hurm...I met many kind of people there..good one, bad one, naughty one, crazy one and lier as well!! Well, but 1 thing i learn, never &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt; people in the chating side. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;But, i don't why some people can get attracted to a guy or girl in chat room without meeting them or seeing them and also knowing them deeply..haizzz..long sighhhh~  But 1 thing that i like bout chat room is it fills my time. They did..really!! at least i dun have to go out if am boring cuz once i go out im sure i'll bring back 10 plactic bags with me..hahaha u know wat i mean rite? and FYI, while i was updating this blog, i switch on Fizan's laptop and start to login in MiRc..ceh. I've gotta be kidding my self....and yes, my fingers and hands are so tired cuz i need to shift laptops every 5 minutes.haiya...oh yea, there are these few guys that really makes me wanna chat. Sorry that i cannot publish their Nick Names..they are 'P&amp;amp;C' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh wait..now, i need to stop writing, cuz too many guys tagged me. There's this 1 guy, i cannot resist from replying his message..Eeeeeeee..But, hei.....im intelligent OK. I know which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fake&lt;/span&gt; and which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sincere&lt;/span&gt;. But i always pray that i will meet the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SINCERE &lt;/span&gt;one no matter where, when or who..!! Dear God..help me tonite..I will up date later next time bout' this stuffs ok!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;For Info ~ I realized that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;chating made me lost weight&lt;/span&gt; as i don't eat cuz it really distracted my appetite and hunger for food. But chating made u hunger for sumthing 'else'...please think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"...you know i have something you want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-1131334595608067846?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/1131334595608067846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-i-got-addicted-to-online-drug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/1131334595608067846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/1131334595608067846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-i-got-addicted-to-online-drug.html' title='The Day I Got Addicted to &apos;Online Drug&apos; called MiRc....'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/SnGbqV6FY2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/6iJNPF3bPk4/s72-c/DSC00820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637974552757900066.post-1781162540865846043</id><published>2009-07-28T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:49:31.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~The Debut and Entrée~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;h My God (...and thanks to him o^_^o )..finally, i manage to produce my own blog after.. i dunno how many yearsssss ( v_v) dreaming of creating a blog for me to share with everyone..&lt;br /&gt;Fuuhh..i dunno how long im trying to choose the perfect name for my blog. Im trying to pick the best of the 'purrrfect' names(like choosing name for new born baby mah!!)&lt;br /&gt;Teng..teng..teng..teng..finally this name emerged on top of my head........&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The Chronicle of Persona, Time and Memoria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~as my blogs name. Well, i would define it as the record of persons, time and memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what blog all about rite...it focus on the existance of the&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; PERSONS&lt;/span&gt; we love, the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt; we cherish and the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MEMORIES&lt;/span&gt; we will keep and guide us forever. I hope my 'baby' will grow up with lot of stories, fairy tales and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; gossips that gonna be shared with lots of people out there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, should there are suggestions, mistakes or anything spectators out there like to share with me, please do not hesiate to post anything to me ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So...Let The Chronicles Begin...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548699273119122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8nH-uuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EOS_gP8MMV4/s200/Wonderful+world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1637974552757900066-1781162540865846043?l=chronicleofptm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/feeds/1781162540865846043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/07/debut-and-entree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/1781162540865846043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1637974552757900066/posts/default/1781162540865846043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicleofptm.blogspot.com/2009/07/debut-and-entree.html' title='~The Debut and Entrée~'/><author><name>IL DOLCE SUONO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12237310122653306889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8r_HYr11I/AAAAAAAAABA/c5KvrDLi0pU/S220/DSC00942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu7LwlMHFAs/Sm8nH-uuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EOS_gP8MMV4/s72-c/Wonderful+world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
