<?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-18734121</id><updated>2011-06-21T10:16:15.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt on the hands</title><subtitle type='html'>Every single thing that we do are like dirt on our hands. It may not show, but it's there. At the end of the day, when the hands are washed and dried up, was getting our hands dirty worth the while? or were they just stains that needed to be washed out as soon as possible and be forgotten?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-503995521412535824</id><published>2009-01-06T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:09:07.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper shield of stupidity</title><summary type='text'>I wonder...am I just self sabotaging with all these bouts of honest to a fault, untactfullness, and all the rest just to have a paper shield in which to hide? I mean, it's easy, blame everything on a trait that I have due to my emotional problems. After that everything I do will be rationalized. I am not to blame, my stupid trait is the one at fault! It's not an excuse. If I know about it, then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/503995521412535824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=503995521412535824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/503995521412535824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/503995521412535824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2009/01/paper-shield-of-stupidity.html' title='Paper shield of stupidity'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-4988167144239555342</id><published>2009-01-05T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:00:46.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new platonic girlfriend!</title><summary type='text'>And this time it' a duder...sorta weird for me. All the people that I've had my heart to heart talks to were girls before. When I think about it, I didn't even tried to talk to Slam back when we were close. We just sat and just talked cock. Oh wait, I remember now, back then I had a lot of platonic girlfrens who actually listens to me blab. I guess guy or girl doesn't make a difference. It's just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/4988167144239555342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=4988167144239555342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/4988167144239555342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/4988167144239555342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-someone-to-talk-to-againi-think.html' title='My new platonic girlfriend!'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-2534396717891171341</id><published>2009-01-05T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:47:00.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I keep a secret?</title><summary type='text'>I used to be able to. I used to do it all the time.  Now I even have friends telling me to my face that I will never be a reservoir for their secrets coz I can't even keep my own secrets in check. Let alone theirs. Is this just another side effect of my suppression? Am I trying to pin every problem that I have on a stupid bloody sickness? I mean, I can rationalize that due to my suppression, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/2534396717891171341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=2534396717891171341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/2534396717891171341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/2534396717891171341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-keep-secret.html' title='Can I keep a secret?'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-2886044947382366115</id><published>2009-01-05T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:37:35.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding</title><summary type='text'>I'm always misunderstood. Primarily because I don't know myself.  I always try to tell the truth about my emotions the way I see it at the time. Truth does has an expiry date for me I suppose. What is considered truth to me at some point in time might change in another. Doesn't necessarily mean that I am lying. I don't understand my emotions at all sometimes. Emotionally retarded remember? If I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/2886044947382366115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=2886044947382366115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/2886044947382366115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/2886044947382366115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2009/01/misunderstanding.html' title='Misunderstanding'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-3528579774304608199</id><published>2009-01-05T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:26:43.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moderation in all things</title><summary type='text'>It's never good to have too much or too less of anything. Even things that are originally considered good.  For example, let's take a good trait and what if there is just too much of it. We'll go with a trait is is always considered as good; Honesty. Being honest is as always good. However if you're honest to a fault, you will most probably shoot yourself in the foot. Anything that is even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/3528579774304608199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=3528579774304608199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3528579774304608199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3528579774304608199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2009/01/moderation-in-all-things.html' title='moderation in all things'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-3798048234850230676</id><published>2009-01-04T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:44:21.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lost in between the taugeh trees</title><summary type='text'>4 posts in a day huh? I'm not done yet though. I really appreciate the comments and IM's asking if I'm fine and all. I'm fine. The concern shown really made me happy. &lt;3 One thing going through my mind that makes me somewhat lost is that I've not always been the person I am now. If I show confidence, charm, cool, wit, cocky and most of the other personality traits that I usually show at work or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/3798048234850230676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=3798048234850230676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3798048234850230676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3798048234850230676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-lost-in-between-taugeh-trees.html' title='I&amp;#39;m lost in between the taugeh trees'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-6933910563581201637</id><published>2009-01-04T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:21:36.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I be lonesome</title><summary type='text'>I suppose I can say that I'm lonely. Another reason for me to start blogging again.  I live alone in the apartment. It's also not really a place that makes me feel all comfy and homely. I just don't feel that it is my place. Which is why I really look forward to the place in Ampang. I've even drafted a document on the renovations and furnishing that I want to put in the place (ask me for it if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/6933910563581201637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=6933910563581201637&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/6933910563581201637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/6933910563581201637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-be-lonesome.html' title='I be lonesome'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-4579176921459304400</id><published>2009-01-04T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:10:20.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lame duck</title><summary type='text'>I don't really ever tell my family about my love life. Mostly because there isn't one to tell. It's always been hard for me to like a girl. I've also been a one woman type of guy, meaning if I like a person, I don't really look at any other girls in an attractive way. I still look at girls la, I'm a guy, I look at pretty girls. DURR. I'm just not attracted to them. I've always had these platonic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/4579176921459304400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=4579176921459304400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/4579176921459304400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/4579176921459304400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-lame-duck.html' title='I&amp;#39;m a lame duck'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-6319002133431228837</id><published>2009-01-04T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:36:25.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My suppressed emotions.</title><summary type='text'>Being emotionally suppressed isn't good. I know from experience. I've had it for a long time. I even sorta knows when it started. I'm not placing the blame on anyone, I'm not trying to make anyone look bad. I don't ever want anyone to feel guilty about it. But I think I need to tell it all the same since if I don't explore the start of a symptom, how can I diagnose the problem? I won't go through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/6319002133431228837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=6319002133431228837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/6319002133431228837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/6319002133431228837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-suppressed-emotions.html' title='My suppressed emotions.'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-4479097479985833179</id><published>2009-01-04T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:14:52.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to start writing again</title><summary type='text'>I haven't blogged for a long time. I've read back my blog from the start, and I can't even remember that guy who wrote all those stuff 3 years ago. Was that really me who had all those insights and things that are actually worth thinking? Am I actually getting stupider over the years? Or has my apathy gone to the point of where I don't care anymore? Currently I'm at a place where I don't even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/4479097479985833179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=4479097479985833179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/4479097479985833179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/4479097479985833179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-to-start-writing-again.html' title='I need to start writing again'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-3766997788804347782</id><published>2008-10-19T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:11:46.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I be discharged!</title><summary type='text'>Ok so my mum (the torturer) pointed out that in my earlier post I just mentioned the 2 minutes of intense pain that I went through but didn't say a peep about the hours on end she tried to help me. Aww you know I appreciate and love you ma. Thanks for the heals and such &lt;3 eheheheOk so for my first entry into the warded community of sick people, it was pretty uneventful. Other than the fact that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/3766997788804347782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=3766997788804347782&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3766997788804347782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3766997788804347782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-be-discharged.html' title='I be discharged!'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-6766552412833028771</id><published>2008-10-16T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:15:38.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still feel like an old old man</title><summary type='text'>Now where was I...oh yea, after the x-ray. So the doc game me some painkillers and said pain should subside after an hour...nope. no diff after an hour. So he gave me a painkiller shot on my ass...nope no diff as well. Didn't even feel the needle jab coz the pain on my leg was distracting me. Oh well, screw painkillers. I'll just hop and limp my way around, not like I'm going to go to a marathon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/6766552412833028771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=6766552412833028771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/6766552412833028771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/6766552412833028771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-still-feel-like-old-old-man.html' title='I still feel like an old old man'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-5107917312346420131</id><published>2008-10-15T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:38:13.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like an old old man...</title><summary type='text'>I hurt my back. Nothing major...just a bloody prolapsed disc! ok, it is something that might require surgery if it is really bad (which I hope I won't need). so I guess it is a bit major. Just a bit.I've no idea how I got it specifically, I actually stopped going to the gym for a break since 2 weeks before puasa until now. I've had a slight discomfort on my left leg causing me to have no power </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/5107917312346420131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=5107917312346420131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/5107917312346420131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/5107917312346420131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-like-old-old-man.html' title='I feel like an old old man...'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-3823134252259277247</id><published>2008-04-28T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:16:31.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><summary type='text'>I'll be back soon.......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/3823134252259277247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=3823134252259277247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3823134252259277247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3823134252259277247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2008/04/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-7989812519931830900</id><published>2007-08-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:55:29.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><summary type='text'>First of all, I have to express my deepest apologies for being so long absent from this blogging activity. I have been somewhat occupied. Seeing that previously I have always been blogging when I am absolutely dead bored. I currently have no time to be dead bored, especially at work.Work has been somewhat.... different than what I'm used to. I have been taking calls for sometime now. About one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/7989812519931830900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=7989812519931830900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/7989812519931830900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/7989812519931830900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/08/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-5787738873068858065</id><published>2007-05-28T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:25:00.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>previously on Dirt on the Hands...</title><summary type='text'>I admit, I haven't been updating lately. I only update when I'm bored and have internet connction. It has been a month and 2 days since my last day at my old work place and I haven't updated about a month before that. So here goes 2 months of updates jajaja. Guess I'll divide em into different posts to make my work easier.Pre Moto ResignationNothing much to say really. My work at moto was always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/5787738873068858065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=5787738873068858065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/5787738873068858065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/5787738873068858065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/05/previously-on-dirt-on-hands.html' title='previously on Dirt on the Hands...'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-5308513205916843195</id><published>2007-04-11T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:37:32.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdie</title><summary type='text'>I was tagged sometime ago but I was just too lazy to do it lah. Anyways, it goes.Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things/fetish about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.I don't like to eat fish. I do however love to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/5308513205916843195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=5308513205916843195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/5308513205916843195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/5308513205916843195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/04/weirdie.html' title='Weirdie'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-3700939504533448922</id><published>2007-04-06T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:15:01.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to sleep!</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been able to get much sleep a couple days past. Kept waking up in the middle of the night for no reason. So I went to work yesterday feeling very sleepy. I don't know why but it seems like ever since I said that I wanted to leave this job I keep getting swamped by so much stuff to do. I barely had enough time to sit down yesterday so even though I was pretty tired I didn't get to dwell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3700939504533448922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3700939504533448922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-to-sleep.html' title='I want to sleep!'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-1664912774725445705</id><published>2007-03-21T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:29:35.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yaryar</title><summary type='text'>    I went for an interview yesterday for an IT Helpdesk Specialist at IBM regional contact center. I think I pretty much aced it. Well, I do good in interviews, it's just getting the interviews is such a pain sometimes. During the interview, the interviewer told me that they're gonna call in a few other candidates and once that is done it would be about a couple more weeks before I would get a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/1664912774725445705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=1664912774725445705&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/1664912774725445705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/1664912774725445705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/03/yaryar.html' title='yaryar'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-274714830927788301</id><published>2007-03-13T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:46:41.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness?! This is Sparta!</title><summary type='text'>I like to think myself as a patient man. However, sometimes when I want something, I just can't make to make myself wait. I thought I'm sorta pass this since I haven't done it in awhiles, but the other day, I looked at this add int he papers and was interested in the advertised product. Yesterday morning, I opened up a video of the thing and it was so cuuute! I straight away went to OU on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/274714830927788301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=274714830927788301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/274714830927788301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/274714830927788301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/03/madness-this-is-sparta.html' title='Madness?! This is Sparta!'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-4974574398365792651</id><published>2007-02-22T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T17:49:59.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fraying ropes</title><summary type='text'>I'm sorta on short temper atm. A coupld of weeks ago one of my friends asked me to join him with this online investment thingy. As soon as I heard it, I told him that I don't think this is halal, it gives out fixed rates. He said all the ustaz etc are doing it and they said it was ok. I told him that i really don't think that it's right so don't talk to me about it. Earlier today he sent out an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/4974574398365792651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=4974574398365792651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/4974574398365792651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/4974574398365792651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/02/fraying-ropes.html' title='fraying ropes'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-3037076828242701426</id><published>2007-02-13T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T14:47:28.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q.Q</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I think all those meds my mom gave to me is having an effect on me a bit. Last week, while I was playing WoW, I did this long intricate quest to help this very old orc who was dying, called the greatmother. She was the oldest orc in the village and since a lot of the orcs were orphaned when they were young she was practically the mother of them all.Anyways, the current chief of the orc had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/3037076828242701426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=3037076828242701426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3037076828242701426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3037076828242701426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/02/qq.html' title='Q.Q'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-5840709911118586097</id><published>2007-02-12T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:42:11.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&gt;</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been updating my blog lately. Just don't have anything to say. Well, that's not true really since everyday when I commute to work I think of all the useless crap that I could just put up in my blog but I just haven't been that rajin lar.A few weeks ago, Slam's car broke down when he wanted to go to work. Coincidentally, that day was one of the few days that I got to my workplace before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/5840709911118586097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=5840709911118586097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/5840709911118586097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/5840709911118586097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&gt;'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-2402969470258426787</id><published>2007-01-17T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T11:26:49.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release!</title><summary type='text'>It's a week that good stuff came out! 24 premieres this week with a whopping 4 episode release and world of warcraft's expansion came out also. Both on the same day. Too bad the internet still sucks too much for me to play any WoW tho.24 is pretty daym good as always, skip this paragraph if yah don't want any spoilers. Although I'm usually a critical when it comes to unbelievable stuff in shows, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/2402969470258426787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=2402969470258426787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/2402969470258426787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/2402969470258426787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/01/release.html' title='Release!'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-6543719794686262337</id><published>2007-01-11T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:42:35.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rear view</title><summary type='text'>You know what I'd like to see? Video displays on the dashboard that shows a 120 degree view from the rear side of the car. Would eliminate blind spots as well as the need for a rear view mirror and side mirrors. With the technology we have now tho, to implement something showing real time display with a wide viewing angle like that would take a bit of moolah. It would be a nice thing to have tho.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/6543719794686262337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=6543719794686262337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/6543719794686262337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/6543719794686262337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2007/01/rear-view.html' title='Rear view'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-4211227887783782238</id><published>2006-12-29T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:04:10.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six of '06</title><summary type='text'>Well, 2006 is coming to end now, guess i'll just put up a list of my sixes for 06Six Best MomentsGraduatingAimi continuing her studies (sedih jugak tho huhu)Nayya sampai! :DBaby cats sampai!My dad being able to drive by himself. Was a big milestone for his improvement.-undisclosed til further notice-Six Worst MomentsA week after rayaAimi's room got burgledMy depression periodAimi got into an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/4211227887783782238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=4211227887783782238&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/4211227887783782238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/4211227887783782238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/12/six-of-06.html' title='Six of &apos;06'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-3935150221550700225</id><published>2006-12-21T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:38:56.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wave and don't look back</title><summary type='text'>It's such a bother sometimes having a monitor that's heavier than most 10 year olds. I now have a funny looking table because of that. When I assembled my table it was a pretty slick looking thing with a black top and silver legs. I only put a 17 inch monitor on top of it at first tho, since I didnt have the cables for my 22inch monitor yet. After a week plus, even though I was only using a 17 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/3935150221550700225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=3935150221550700225&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3935150221550700225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/3935150221550700225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/12/wave-and-dont-look-back.html' title='wave and don&apos;t look back'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116649379276041192</id><published>2006-12-19T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:03:12.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clarity</title><summary type='text'>To those who think that I got into depression because of girl problems, think again. I've only been heartbroken once and it lasted for like 2 days. Only thing that would make me depressed for up to 3 weeks is the depravation of life essentials, for me it was social contact and the internet plus my boring work didn't help much.I'm not a funny guy, but I do funny stuff or funny things happen to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116649379276041192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116649379276041192&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116649379276041192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116649379276041192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/12/clarity.html' title='clarity'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116618362625242838</id><published>2006-12-15T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:53:46.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool beans</title><summary type='text'>I thought I've lost my cool. Even my best bud asked me last week "dude, why r u so emo lately". He thought it's coz I was angau or something I suppose. I have been so upset and frustrated lately. I talk too much and can't even hold good conversations. All I wanted to do was talk, I didn't wanna listen. Who the hell likes talking to a guy who talks non-stop? I even message my best bud every hour </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116618362625242838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116618362625242838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116618362625242838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116618362625242838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/12/cool-beans.html' title='Cool beans'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116607824129448743</id><published>2006-12-14T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:38:03.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end bit</title><summary type='text'>I've seen all sorts of couple coming from my generation. My best bud is the type who can not live without messaging his gf every hour, it's been like that coming on 2 years now. I know this guy who waited for 4 years for a girl to accept him only to see her get posted in Sabah 3 months afterwards. She got married less than 2 months ago. The bloke is still heartbroken. There's a friend of mine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116607824129448743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116607824129448743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116607824129448743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116607824129448743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/12/end-bit.html' title='end bit'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116589358666700793</id><published>2006-12-12T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:32:05.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm aching all over my body</title><summary type='text'>On sunday I went to Ikea to buy a desk to put my bulky monitor and also a rack to set up the speakers so I can put 2 of em behind me. Best part was while lugging a desk and rack I was also getting drenched by the pouring rain. Fun fun. Spent the night assembling the stuff till I got blisters on my palms. Had to stop installing the stuff partway tho since someone from downstairs was yelling at me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116589358666700793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116589358666700793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116589358666700793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116589358666700793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-aching-all-over-my-body.html' title='I&apos;m aching all over my body'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116537389222432268</id><published>2006-12-06T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:33:02.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want internet!</title><summary type='text'>I havent turned on my home PC in 3 weeks. I think this is the longest time I haven't bothered to turn on my PC since 2000. As one of buds said, my PC is like my out of body organ. When I'm up, it's up. Actually, even I'm asleep it's usually up. Last weekend I used up another tank of gas, again. Went to Bandar Sri Damansara on Sat morning, was planning on heading out to Selayang after that, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116537389222432268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116537389222432268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116537389222432268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116537389222432268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-internet.html' title='I want internet!'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116487896476332196</id><published>2006-11-30T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:29:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clocking in</title><summary type='text'>I was given a warning from my boss yesterday. He's not in the same place where I am so I've sorta followed the Motorola peeps whereby they don't have a clock-in time. So recently I've gone from coming in at 8.45am to about 9.30am. I even had time to watch Cheers before going to work. Coo huh? well, not so cool lah, he said even though he's not there, the time that I login to the system is what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116487896476332196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116487896476332196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116487896476332196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116487896476332196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/11/clocking-in.html' title='Clocking in'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116468205170002562</id><published>2006-11-28T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:19:12.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the longing....</title><summary type='text'>Last week I went to OU and I fell in love. It was love at first sight. I couldn't resist myself, I just had to touch. My God, skin so soft and supple. I am in dilemma. Should I make a move before someone else does? Or should I bid my time and wait for a better chance? It's impractical. Am I wanting just for the sake of showing off? Would the time and care it takes to maintain be worth it? Do I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116468205170002562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116468205170002562&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116468205170002562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116468205170002562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-longing.html' title='Oh the longing....'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116461183852468881</id><published>2006-11-27T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:26:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i watched a malaysian movie...seriously</title><summary type='text'>I admit I love watching movies. My mom says I'm a movie addict, which is very much true. Since I've started working, I watch on average 2 movies per week. Sometimes I even watch lousy movies when there's nothing good on. I even watch movies by myself when I can't find anyone who wants to tag along huhu.Last Friday I watched Ciplak. Yes, I know, a Malaysian made film. The total cost to make the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116461183852468881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116461183852468881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116461183852468881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116461183852468881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-watched-malaysian-movieseriously.html' title='i watched a malaysian movie...seriously'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116433439586614464</id><published>2006-11-24T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:27:27.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust no one</title><summary type='text'>Funny isn't it how the old virtues also become outdated in our so callled modern world. Take for instance, trust. Trust is now synonymous with gullibility. If you trust people easily, then yeah, you're gullible. I'm gullible. Even when I know someone is lying to me I usually trust them. I trust that they'd have a reason to lie. Not everyone who lies does so with ill intent.  Humility is another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116433439586614464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116433439586614464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116433439586614464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116433439586614464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/11/trust-no-one.html' title='trust no one'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116417226914159822</id><published>2006-11-22T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:48:20.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>medley</title><summary type='text'>Didn't get much sleep last nite. Got to bed at 1am and couldn't sleep a wink past 6. Got something on my mind huhuh. For anyone who knows me that's saying a lot, coz nothing much fazes me and for something to stick in my head up to the point of making me unable to sleep it must be something.I think I'm setting some kinda record today. It's past lunch hour atm and so far I've spoken a total of 3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116417226914159822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116417226914159822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116417226914159822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116417226914159822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/11/medley.html' title='medley'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116401482610127226</id><published>2006-11-20T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:29:50.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaaaait</title><summary type='text'>Time goes by so fast when I'm working compared to college life. Of course that's mainly due to me having only 2 days to myself compared to the whole of the week before. Now Monday to Friday goes by in a boring repititious cycle. I mean I don't even realize that it's been a month a half already since I started working.One of the HP guys that I do work with keeps calling me Su... It's so weird. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116401482610127226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116401482610127226&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116401482610127226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116401482610127226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/11/waaaaait.html' title='waaaaait'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116288396953510096</id><published>2006-11-07T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:19:29.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slapstick joe</title><summary type='text'>Why is my blog so rarely updated even when I have so much time at work? It's coz I never have the mood to write when I'm bored. Look at all those months I was at home, not a single blog entry. So why is it there is a new update when I just posted one yesterdat? Simple, I got busy at work. :DSo anyways, the topic for today is emotionally suppressed. Yes I am one of those kinda people who do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116288396953510096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116288396953510096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116288396953510096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116288396953510096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/11/slapstick-joe.html' title='slapstick joe'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116277796637447776</id><published>2006-11-06T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:52:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving in</title><summary type='text'>Even though I've started working for more than  month already, I've been practically living out of my bag. First I stayed at my friend's house in Subang, then afterwards I stayed with my best bud in Tropicana since he has no car til this week so he needed someone to drive him to work in the morning, considering that my office is less than 1km from his apartment, I was a perfect candidate.Last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116277796637447776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116277796637447776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116277796637447776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116277796637447776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/11/moving-in.html' title='moving in'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-116131320221476974</id><published>2006-10-20T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:00:02.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First pay!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I got my first pay already... well, half of a first pay actually since they wanted to give some before Raya. Now I can go buy some baju Raya :D well... truth of the matter is I have to buy working clothes and shoes... guess they can double up as Raya clothing as well kekek.Work has been ok so far I suppose. I went from having to wake up at 7am to 7.45am now since I shortcut to work that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/116131320221476974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=116131320221476974&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116131320221476974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/116131320221476974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-pay.html' title='First pay!'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-115984036861999833</id><published>2006-10-03T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:52:48.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of work</title><summary type='text'>So, yesterday was my first day of work as a field service eng. Not the kind of work I was looking for but it's a start at least. It's like what my friend said, when you start working, prepare to at change jobs at least 3 times before you settle :PI'm setingganing with a few of my buds at SS1 atm, which is a bloody long trip to commute to Tropicana everyday. Anyways, I went out at 7.30am, thinking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/115984036861999833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=115984036861999833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/115984036861999833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/115984036861999833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-day-of-work.html' title='First day of work'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-115588713918189422</id><published>2006-08-18T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:45:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadkill</title><summary type='text'>I did a horible thing today....Anyways I was on the way to LCC Terminal to send my dad off to KK using the old kampung road through pedas. The traffic was light except for a few cars now and then. While I was overtaking one of these slow cars, this chick coming out of nowhere suddenly ran right across the road. In that split second, I had 3 options; swerve left and hit the car I was overtaking, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/115588713918189422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=115588713918189422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/115588713918189422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/115588713918189422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/08/roadkill.html' title='Roadkill'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-115488286867204795</id><published>2006-08-07T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:47:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad movie day</title><summary type='text'>I was lied to by my best bud, and it made me do something that I've never done before in my entire life....  A couple of weeks ago, I kidnapped my sisted who just came back from medan and took her to OU, reason being there was a couple of movies that aren't showing in Malacca so when else would I be able to find time to catch em. So, first movie was ok i suppose. "the lake house" starring sandra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/115488286867204795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=115488286867204795&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/115488286867204795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/115488286867204795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-movie-day.html' title='bad movie day'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-114732869486641270</id><published>2006-05-11T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:24:54.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one step behind</title><summary type='text'>Ever felt as if you're just always one step behind? that's what I've been feeling for the past month or so. It all started when I didn't show the project I've done to my project supervisor(let's call him Mr K) prior to  going for presentation and demonstration. I met him just before I was due to present and he already said that since I havent demo'ed it to him yet, the result of the demonstration</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/114732869486641270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=114732869486641270&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/114732869486641270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/114732869486641270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-step-behind.html' title='one step behind'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-114175635402567291</id><published>2006-03-08T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T02:32:34.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post TV series marathon scribble...</title><summary type='text'>Being the child of docs, I've been raised to not be squemish. When I was a kid, my dad used to talk about his autopsies during dinner(anyone else listens to how dead bodies getting their throats sliced to check on the tongue during dinner?), there was also the time when my dad left me and my brother outside the morgue at nite when he had to check on something, I also used to help my dad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/114175635402567291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=114175635402567291&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/114175635402567291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/114175635402567291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/03/post-tv-series-marathon-scribble.html' title='Post TV series marathon scribble...'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-114158607576985036</id><published>2006-03-06T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T03:14:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you watch between 24 and Puteri?</title><summary type='text'>I've always been a big fan of TV series. CSI, 24, Lost and Prison Break are my faves atm with a few others I watch on and off. I guess it's pretty much agreed upon that TV series be it from the US, Korea or Japan pretty much reflects the country of origin's cultures, social interactions and so and so forth. This however makes me ponder... what do people see when they watch Malaysian TV series or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/114158607576985036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=114158607576985036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/114158607576985036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/114158607576985036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-would-you-watch-between-24-and.html' title='what would you watch between 24 and Puteri?'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-114049030680714830</id><published>2006-02-21T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:51:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is just full of pain</title><summary type='text'>Havent' had much to post lately. An issue has been in my mind for the past month or so and it's not something that's blog material for me atm or in the near future. Now that it's coming to a closure of sorts, I've more time to think about the usual stuff that haunts my brain eheh.I watched Munich the other day. Now that is a film that I doubt would get into the cinemas over here. Even Crash </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/114049030680714830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=114049030680714830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/114049030680714830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/114049030680714830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/02/world-is-just-full-of-pain.html' title='the world is just full of pain'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113798525700722202</id><published>2006-01-23T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:00:57.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey time ~</title><summary type='text'>curik from kucing n kambing ~01. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.02. Am I lovable?03. How long have you known me?04. When and how did we first meet?05. What was your first impression?06. Do you still think that way about me now?07. What do you think my weakness is?08. Do you think I'll ever get married?09. What makes me happy?10. What makes me sad?11. What reminds you of me?12. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113798525700722202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113798525700722202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113798525700722202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113798525700722202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/01/survey-time.html' title='survey time ~'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113734810690939008</id><published>2006-01-16T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T02:01:53.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutty wheelers</title><summary type='text'>I didn't think that I could get much darker just by standing under the sun for a few hours, but today I was proven wrong :P All in all, it was a pretty tiring day for me. I was finally able to fall asleep around 3am last nite, even though I knew that I had to wake up early coz I put my name to join G2C's trip to some car event. If I didn't put my name on I'd prolly just cancel going but it was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113734810690939008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113734810690939008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113734810690939008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113734810690939008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/01/nutty-wheelers.html' title='Nutty wheelers'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113722765090687995</id><published>2006-01-14T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:34:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what age?</title><summary type='text'>close nuff, I'm gonna be 24 this year.You Are 24 Years OldUnder 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113722765090687995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113722765090687995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113722765090687995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113722765090687995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-age.html' title='what age?'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113690175596061841</id><published>2006-01-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:02:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eidul Mubarak ~</title><summary type='text'>Happy Eid to all Muslims =) I had a pretty ok day to be sure. We had prayers at the local mosque before going to my gran's for some raya breakfast. Mmmm.... nothing like rendang itik with lemang on a nice Eid morning heheh. So anyways, just right as we started on the road towards KL I almost ran over a cat. I heard a popping sound just as I emergency braked, I thought it was the cat's head </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113690175596061841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113690175596061841&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113690175596061841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113690175596061841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/01/eidul-mubarak.html' title='Eidul Mubarak ~'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113680421434337995</id><published>2006-01-09T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:56:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clay-like minds</title><summary type='text'>Everyone wants to be considered as wise. Wisdom hoever is not easily earned. I think that most people would agree that usually wisdom comes from experience and age. Am I wise? I certainly am not. Any wisdom I have is gained from the same source as most people from my generation got it, television, music and books.I admit, I've been exposed to the myriads of influence that the so called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113680421434337995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113680421434337995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113680421434337995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113680421434337995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2006/01/clay-like-minds.html' title='clay-like minds'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113508949721984642</id><published>2005-12-20T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:38:51.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me jaws are cracking...</title><summary type='text'>I'm so tired. Just got back from KL. I've walked more in the past 3 days than the whole month combined, easily. My feet are aching, and I was so tired that I couldn't even sleep last night huhuh.So why was I so tired? Well, first of all, I knew I had to drive my mom off to her talk thingy on Saturday mornin, but due to the fact that my sister took the air-cond remote, my room was swelteringly hot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113508949721984642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113508949721984642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113508949721984642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113508949721984642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-jaws-are-cracking.html' title='Me jaws are cracking...'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113377957093915334</id><published>2005-12-05T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T18:46:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poisoned!</title><summary type='text'>I just had my worse case of food poisoning ever! I went to KL last Sunday to go to my friend's post Raya or something open house in Subang and do some errands for my mom while I was there. So anyways, I felt it weird that I had no appetite after only my 2nd dish while the friend who accompanied me was on to his 5th plate. Come to think of it, who ever heard of Laksa Penang with belacan in it? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113377957093915334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113377957093915334&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113377957093915334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113377957093915334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/12/poisoned.html' title='Poisoned!'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113363216352062230</id><published>2005-12-04T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:49:23.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these weird tests~</title><summary type='text'>there's something about these weird tests ya know. the one that I posted after the birthdate and month was the first one that I picked out, however I tried going back and clicked another answer and see what it says. I guess that by being quite vague about the answers there would almost certainly be some answers that would feel quite right with any person. The sites have to have some degree of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113363216352062230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113363216352062230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113363216352062230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113363216352062230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/12/these-weird-tests.html' title='these weird tests~'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113363039715939969</id><published>2005-12-04T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:24:44.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birth date and month~</title><summary type='text'>amik from hana ~Your Birthdate: October 26You lucked out the the skills to succeed in almost any arena.Put you in almost any business or classroom, and you'll rise to the top.You're driven and intense, but you also know when to kick back and cooperate.Your ability to adapt to almost any situation is part of what's going to make you a success.Your strength: Your attention to detailYour weakness: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113363039715939969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113363039715939969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113363039715939969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113363039715939969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/12/birth-date-and-month.html' title='birth date and month~'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113318556142407706</id><published>2005-11-28T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T05:16:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7?</title><summary type='text'>Got bored so I guess why not eh?7 things I plan to do before I die         become      a good Muslim and a good personGo      around the world and meet my online friends.Be      successful with a job I loveFinish      learning Japanese.Build a house beside the sea (or anywhere with water for that matter, a swimming pool if nowhere else is available!) for my parents when they're in their golden </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113318556142407706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113318556142407706&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113318556142407706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113318556142407706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/7_28.html' title='7?'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113317838984174491</id><published>2005-11-28T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:38:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom! (for a short while anyways)</title><summary type='text'>Finals are done and surprisingly, I didn't do as badly as I thought considering that this is the most strenous stretch of finals that I've ploughed through in all my years at UTM. Between papers a couple of friends and me had to finish up an assignment that was supposed to be passed on before it's test. So our gang Gemilang(was our theme song during the intense period of doing the assignment) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113317838984174491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113317838984174491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113317838984174491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113317838984174491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/freedom-for-short-while-anyways.html' title='Freedom! (for a short while anyways)'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113240680885256567</id><published>2005-11-19T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:26:48.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kokoro no kagi</title><summary type='text'>The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to good manners and elegance.In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113240680885256567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113240680885256567&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113240680885256567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113240680885256567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/kokoro-no-kagi.html' title='kokoro no kagi'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113240165313864448</id><published>2005-11-19T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T20:00:53.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online goodies</title><summary type='text'>I have a been in the online scene for a long time and the better part of it was playing online games, much to the dismay of my parents. I've had an interest in it even back when Meridian59, the first Online RPG, was just coming out. The first online RPG I played was the Realm by Sierra. It was a dull game to be honest, filled with bugs and crashes that frequently happens every week but the idea </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113240165313864448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113240165313864448&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113240165313864448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113240165313864448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/online-goodies.html' title='Online goodies'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113211773427607404</id><published>2005-11-16T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:19:44.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in a bakery</title><summary type='text'>Isn't it somewhat odd that even  though the general idea that is imprinted on everyone's mind is that every  single person is unique, everyone is special but somehow or rather, the general  community also tends to categorize people into stereo-typical groups? Using  college life for example, there's the nerd types, cool types, geek types,  geek/nerd hybrid types and also geek/cool hybrid types (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113211773427607404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113211773427607404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113211773427607404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113211773427607404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-live-in-bakery.html' title='I live in a bakery'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113208829148901137</id><published>2005-11-16T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:28:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borderline...?</title><summary type='text'>When I start to think about it, I realize that a whole lot of my life has been a series of almosts and not quites. It's like I want to do something perfectly but when I know it's not possible I just stop doing it so in the end it becomes "almost finished" or "not quite good enough". I suppose if you look at the end results of most of em you won't think that there's something wrong, but when it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113208829148901137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113208829148901137&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113208829148901137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113208829148901137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/borderline.html' title='Borderline...?'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113197302730966269</id><published>2005-11-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:14:35.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating in</title><summary type='text'>Most of my friends are too busy to hang around  lately since they all either have their own projects to see to or going off on  dates with their girlfriends. Being one of the few remaining guys from my batch  who are still single, that sorta poses a problem for me since it's boring to  eat meals alone -_-. The only reason this post came to be is because I had to  eat by myself for the 4th </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113197302730966269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113197302730966269&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113197302730966269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113197302730966269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/eating-in.html' title='Eating in'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113166403679564135</id><published>2005-11-11T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T07:07:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping  bites</title><summary type='text'>I always try to find things about myself to correct. In the past 2 years I've changed a lot, mostly emotional and psychologically though. Spiritually I've still too much ground to cover that it scares me.My latest project was my sleeping pattern. A couple of weeks ago my sleeping habit was to sleep at 9am and wake up around 3pm or so and it had been going on for almost a month. Went through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113166403679564135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113166403679564135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113166403679564135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113166403679564135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/sleeping-bites.html' title='sleeping  bites'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113159796826697433</id><published>2005-11-10T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:46:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P2P</title><summary type='text'>There are  reasons actually that I didn't really like blogging. For one thing, I don't feel like people could know me from my writing coz honestly, when I write I tend to be overly serious when in fact, I am anything but serious. Ask any of my family members, nak salam Raya pun I usually end up grinning at one time or another.  For another, it seemed that successful bloggers are either people who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113159796826697433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113159796826697433&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113159796826697433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113159796826697433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/p2p_10.html' title='P2P'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113159013764156970</id><published>2005-11-10T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T11:48:09.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New batteries, new post ;)</title><summary type='text'>It's now a week past Raya already. Yea, it's prolly a bit late for me to talk about it but then again, it's best to talk about stuff once all the hype and celebratory mood has all but gone away, yes? Self-preference I suppose.I had a lotta fun this Raya. There wasn't a lot of drama compared to our past year Rayas I'm glad enough to say =P Other than Hana not around and Nenek was sick, it wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113159013764156970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113159013764156970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113159013764156970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113159013764156970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-batteries-new-post.html' title='New batteries, new post ;)'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113153361488468917</id><published>2005-11-09T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:53:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!</title><summary type='text'>my keyboard batteries just died! and it happened 10 minutes after i got back from jusco too huhuh. ah well, i should be grateful tho considering that they lasted for more than 2 years before dying =p typing even this short a msg by mouse is a PITA tho.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113153361488468917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113153361488468917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113153361488468917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113153361488468917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/argh.html' title='argh!'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113139359533208159</id><published>2005-11-07T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T06:14:55.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misconceptions?</title><summary type='text'> When a person has a different view about you than what you yourself have, do you think that it's a misconception on their part? Do you think whatever the image of you that they have projected is wrong? I suppose this has long been one of the most important thoughts that plague the minds of people seeking acceptance(ie. teenagers). In fact, I think it's still goes on as you get on with life but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113139359533208159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113139359533208159&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113139359533208159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113139359533208159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/misconceptions.html' title='Misconceptions?'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18734121.post-113139175212151666</id><published>2005-11-03T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:40:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again...</title><summary type='text'>This would be the fourth time that I've started a blog. Each of the other blogs either end up deleted or abandoned. Turns out that whatever that I had planned for the blog at first, be it a movie review, a place where I put my anecdotes or just somewhere to vent, I just end up writing about the same subject, which was my observation of my colleagues or myself. Sometimes the views are a bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/feeds/113139175212151666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18734121&amp;postID=113139175212151666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113139175212151666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18734121/posts/default/113139175212151666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elman26.blogspot.com/2005/11/once-again.html' title='Once again...'/><author><name>Elman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543002930489386561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/49/6319451/18551507945244s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
