<?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-3553372</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:08:10.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another tiny dot</title><subtitle type='html'>An optimistic view towards the future.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-1650963233618789320</id><published>2008-10-11T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:22:29.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apple ... For the past few weeks, my Powerbook has been acting up. All of sudden it became sluggish, crashed while using any random app, and that was driving me mad as I couldn't place what the whole problem was about. Then finally the machine itself was kind enough to tell me that the hard disk was dying. Sigh ... I just had it replaced 2 years back, and now it's acting up all over again. Lucky </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/1650963233618789320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=1650963233618789320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/1650963233618789320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/1650963233618789320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dR5EqORmDU/SPCY7tCE-CI/AAAAAAAAACs/65ZjWNojEhY/s72-c/IMAGE_038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-3980078568480906196</id><published>2008-10-06T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:28:50.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update ...Let's not even go down the path of how long I've not updated. I will always have an excuse for it.Anyway got some update on the car. It's slowly beginning to look like how I wanted it to be from beginning . The paint job is already done, now still playing around with the interior of the car. I think it will take at least another month or so to get everything sorted. That's given I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/3980078568480906196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=3980078568480906196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/3980078568480906196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/3980078568480906196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dR5EqORmDU/SOouCZo2wyI/AAAAAAAAACk/aKPbl0MfQAY/s72-c/IMAGE_029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-417374181814052913</id><published>2008-06-15T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:46:06.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alife ... Am still life. Pretty much up and kicking. Lots of development in my life. Mostly for the better I think.Will update soon more on the happenings.Cheerios.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/417374181814052913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=417374181814052913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/417374181814052913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/417374181814052913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2008/06/alife.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-2848668898311034558</id><published>2007-09-09T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:17:01.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random thoughts ...I was watching this interesting documentary in Discovery Channel the other nite.  It was "Disaster Detective". I guess the name says all about the show. Well, they were covering this particular incident in Korea in that show, the collapse of the Samppoong Department Store. Throughout the show, they highlighted series of events and also decisions made by morons that spelled the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/2848668898311034558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=2848668898311034558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/2848668898311034558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/2848668898311034558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-8037846592577073230</id><published>2007-09-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:32:18.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bravery ....It's been a quiet Saturday, but nevertheless a productive one. Spent the whole day by myself. Got few pending chores sorted out. The biggest and the bravest has to be my second hepatitis shot.That's right, I went and got my hepatitis shot without being told, begged or scolded :D . That's a good sign I guess. I think, maybe.... just maybe, I might have overcome my fear of needles. This</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/8037846592577073230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=8037846592577073230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/8037846592577073230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/8037846592577073230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2007/09/bravery.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-7889745343164709263</id><published>2007-09-07T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:23:20.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought ...Earlier in the day I had an interesting thought, hmmm, more like doubt actually. If any government in the world found out that an asteroid is on direct path with earth and there's no way out of it,  would they tell the general public? Or would it be kept away?If the government keeps it secret, then it's routine life till disaster strikes. It's unimaginable to go around doing everyday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/7889745343164709263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=7889745343164709263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/7889745343164709263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/7889745343164709263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2007/09/thought.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dR5EqORmDU/RuGTiUpLkHI/AAAAAAAAACc/hx06dHb8xoc/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-4796226429099690628</id><published>2007-08-26T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:29:29.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grill ...Yesterday was a bummer. Office was boring as usual, with no challenges provided to my mental ability. Lacking of things to do, in the afternoon I caught up with another office mate, we went roaming to look for some stuffs. After roaming about, we ended up in one car workshop looking for some parts for the Mini. I finally found a used front grill for the Mini. It was much cheaper then I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/4796226429099690628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=4796226429099690628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/4796226429099690628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/4796226429099690628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2007/08/grill.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dR5EqORmDU/RtDynUpLkEI/AAAAAAAAABE/zoVk63IPDzw/s72-c/grils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-5608620403238408533</id><published>2007-08-24T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:08:10.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lacking ... 'Hidup segan, mati tak mahu', that's exactly the condition of this blog now. I seldom write anything here anymore. The reason for this, not because I don't have the time, it's more like I don't know what to write anymore. To kill of this blog, is definitely an option, but I don't really feel like it. Maybe someday I might get into that usual writing spree. But at this moment, that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/5608620403238408533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=5608620403238408533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/5608620403238408533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/5608620403238408533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2007/08/lacking.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dR5EqORmDU/Rs29VEpLkCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OMTvKs758m0/s72-c/IMGP2375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-5219459563498005012</id><published>2007-04-30T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T01:18:03.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mini ...I know I know, I've been doing this disappearance act every now and then. The reason for this, not that my life is bz that I don't have time to write here, it's more like, I don't know what to write. My life pretty much revolving around work and nothing else. Pathetic u say? I can't argue much on that. No, I'm not goin to sit here and mope about that now.Btw, I got something exciting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/5219459563498005012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=5219459563498005012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/5219459563498005012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/5219459563498005012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2007/04/mini.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dR5EqORmDU/RjTSeVrXVDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vekhXntR_3o/s72-c/IMGP2283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-1101738852839965490</id><published>2007-03-12T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:12:26.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suicidal ...Y is the human mind is so strong and so weak at the same time? The mind is so strong that it pushes us to do many things that at times seems impossible. Yet, the same mind stutters and stumbles when it comes to things that are related to emotions and matters involving the heart. Well at least that's my case. A puzzle I'm stuck at this point of time. Being a person who always thinks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/1101738852839965490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=1101738852839965490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/1101738852839965490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/1101738852839965490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2007/03/suicidal.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-3043138912120937643</id><published>2007-03-11T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:51:19.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adorable ...Today I met the nicest baby ever. Totally unbelievable, I'm still trying to digest the whole event. While attending a colleague's house warming gathering, I met up with another colleague and his baby. Well the baby is only 8 months old and he was soooo adorable. I naturally wanted to hold him and admire him. I always liked babies. The same can't be said about their feelings towards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/3043138912120937643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=3043138912120937643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/3043138912120937643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/3043138912120937643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2007/03/adorable.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-117299959252598062</id><published>2007-03-04T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:13:12.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claustrophobic ... That word is becoming more and more visible in my life. I feel as if my whole life is chocking me. I need change. CHANGE with capital more like it. I'm freaking 27 this year and I'm still staying with my parents. That fact alone is irritating me to the max. I just can't accept this staying with parent thing. In any house, there can only be one leader and one way of doing things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/117299959252598062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=117299959252598062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/117299959252598062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/117299959252598062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2007/03/claustrophobic.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116947321326861332</id><published>2007-01-22T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:40:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family ...Blood is thicker then water. Well, that's an obvious statement rite?  When u put that into context of family and friends it becomes more obvious. So much so we say, friends for life and u r my best buddy n all,  but all that definitely has some sort of due date. Unlike friendship, family is till end. They are there for u till the end. Either ur death or theirs. Friends come n go only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116947321326861332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116947321326861332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116947321326861332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116947321326861332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2007/01/family.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116716046509396345</id><published>2006-12-27T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:14:25.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fatherhood ...I was talking to a fren of mine couple days back. And after a while the conversation came to topic of family, parenthood n etc. Supposedly, it's not the brain which decides the right time for one to move to the next stage in life, as in marriage, parenthood and so on. According to her, it's the hormones, whether she came out with this all by herself or if this was from some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116716046509396345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116716046509396345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116716046509396345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116716046509396345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/12/fatherhood.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116652825277247616</id><published>2006-12-19T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:37:32.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mac ...Found this interesting piece of article at http://www.freewareosx.com. Well, some might not find it interesting, but I definitely do, coz my a MAC user. Bleahhhhh to those who don't.The Five Pilars of Macintosh1. Faith and public proclamation in the Superiority of a Mac in all facets of personal computing.2. Establishment of daily Mac usage and enlightenment.3. Concern for and giving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116652825277247616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116652825277247616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116652825277247616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116652825277247616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/12/mac.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116633792568249573</id><published>2006-12-17T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:45:25.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exotic ...  I'm baaaaack. Did I ever go somewhere? Of-course I did. I was in China for the past 3 days. It was a short trip but nevertheless I had a good time there. I'm impressed with the country. They are definitely the next economy powerhouse of the world. The country has 2 most important ingredient, infrastructure and more importantly labor, to be more precise, cheap labor. Overall, I'm happy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116633792568249573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116633792568249573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116633792568249573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116633792568249573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/12/exotic.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116602106843710928</id><published>2006-12-13T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:44:28.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wall ...I'll b leaving to the land of great wall and should be back in 3 days. If all goes well, I might extend my stay there. But with it being the winter season there, I'm not too sure if the idea of extending my stay there is such a wise thing to do. Let's see how things goes when I'm there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116602106843710928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116602106843710928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116602106843710928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116602106843710928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/12/wall.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116568287905758850</id><published>2006-12-10T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:47:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changes ...A subtle change, but nevertheless an important one. An inevitable event in ones life, changes. It's only wise to accommodate and get on top of it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116568287905758850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116568287905758850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116568287905758850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116568287905758850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/12/changes.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116560201851343769</id><published>2006-12-09T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:59:34.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hitched ... Just came back from company's annual dinner. Overall, it was an ok2 event only. Nothing great. The only consolation has to be the chance of looking at some of the company's chicks minus their headscarfs. The nite was not wasted when it came to the chicks dept, but everything else was so2. The food was bad, I really didn't like the food, but that didn't stop me from stuffing myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116560201851343769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116560201851343769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116560201851343769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116560201851343769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/12/hitched.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116550034092431595</id><published>2006-12-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:05:40.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dress up ...I came to a conclusion of, I suck big time at being criticized. That's one thing till today I find totally unacceptable. Though I do try to take things in the most positive possible way, I just fail miserably at the attempt. I get very defensive and try to justify things to suit my predicament. Hmmmm, that really sucks doesn't it? Maybe I need to loosen up a bit. Laugh more at my own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116550034092431595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116550034092431595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116550034092431595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116550034092431595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/12/dress-up.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116523294603919917</id><published>2006-12-04T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:49:57.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleahhh ...I'm here, yet again. Attempting to continue with my off, on n off again affair the blog. This time it's pure laziness. Lots of things are running in my head but it's just the lazy part of me preventing to put my thoughts into writing. So many things have happened till now, can't even remember what they are. Btw, a cousin of mine just got married couple of days back. With that, it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116523294603919917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116523294603919917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116523294603919917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116523294603919917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/12/bleahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116049628153973083</id><published>2006-10-11T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:04:41.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jealousy... Sometimes, jealousy is a big fat dangerous thing (possibly just like me, only the fat part). As much as I promise myself not to fall into that trap, sometimes I fail miserably at it. The thing is, when u care for someone and understand them very much, u easily fall for such predicament. But that doesn't give one, any right to act in such way. When I sit back and think about it, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116049628153973083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116049628153973083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116049628153973083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116049628153973083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/10/jealousy.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-116031263374468118</id><published>2006-10-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:03:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boring… That’s the headline now. Though it might exactly describe my current daily routine and to certain extend my very predictable life, I despise the word. Despise would be an understatement, it’s more of hatred. I guess it’s normal, “Siapa makan cili dia yg rasa pedas”. Aku rasa, aku yg makan kot... That would explain the hatred I guess. Btw, I’ve been on long break, 5 days of total </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/116031263374468118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=116031263374468118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116031263374468118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/116031263374468118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/10/boring-thats-headline-now.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115962859681888182</id><published>2006-09-29T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:03:50.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changes …Changes in life is something one can never run away. Everyone has to go through this whether they like it or not. No one really have choice when it comes to changes. Can u say no to growing old? Or, u’ll die one day? Absolutely not rite?So if you can’t undo the changes, the best this to do is, learn to accommodate the changes. Then again, life is about changes and how well one adapts to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115962859681888182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115962859681888182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115962859681888182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115962859681888182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/09/changes-changes-in-life-is-something.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115953208280257660</id><published>2006-09-28T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:02:47.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overrated...I don’t know why actually I bother writing anything here anymore. I can’t quite remember the reason why I started this blog in the first place. Mayb it’s time to call it a day, and close this chapter of public expose of my daily happenings. Or maybe I should consider writing under total anonymity. Maaaaaybe … that’s something to consider about. It’s just different, when u know that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115953208280257660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115953208280257660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115953208280257660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115953208280257660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/09/overrated.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115711825227363493</id><published>2006-09-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:44:12.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life ...I'm feeling a bit unwell for the past few days. All my believe that I could possibly be superman and never fall sick, came crashing :D So I finally gave in to pressure and went to the clinic. Doctor gave some medicine, which I now have to take. Sigh, not that I hate eating medicine or anything, I just feel it as an additional chore. Ok2, I'm not goin to complain on that.I got more to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115711825227363493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115711825227363493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115711825227363493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115711825227363493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/09/life.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115686477227366756</id><published>2006-08-29T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:19:32.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back ... No2, I'm not dead, well not yet. I just went on a short disappearing session. The reason for my disappearance? Well, first of all, I think no one really reads what I have to write here, so missing from here wouldn't b too big of a deal and secondly, my life have taken a bit of drift. So now I'm back, back to my routine life I guess. During my disappearance from here, a lot of things have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115686477227366756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115686477227366756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115686477227366756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115686477227366756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/08/back.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115241855143520490</id><published>2006-07-10T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:29:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Labeled ...I'm a strong believer of 'Wat goes around, comes around'. So it's only natural watever I've dished out all this while will somehow come back to kick me in the ass. I've always have had this tendency of labeling people without knowing them. For wat reason u ask? For no reason actually, just because a person does things differently than I do, I'll have something to say or I would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115241855143520490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115241855143520490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115241855143520490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115241855143520490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/07/labeled.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115263166616620171</id><published>2006-07-09T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:52:38.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Left ...Hmmm, having one left foot without much control over it is bad enough. Having 2 left foot, is horrible. It's just plain torture. No worries, my feet are ok, no deformation with them, just trying to relate it to my dancing ability. Mannnn, I suck at dancing. Hmmm, i always subconsciously knew that I suck at dancing, just that I wasn't sober enough to realize it. Most of the time, if I'm on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115263166616620171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115263166616620171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115263166616620171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115263166616620171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/07/left.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115234476942969909</id><published>2006-07-08T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:46:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smooth...Life is smooth sailing at this moment. N no, I'm not complaining about it. Just scared how long this goin to last. That's always the case isn't it? Calm before the storm ?? Not going to dwell too much on that. Enjoy the moment and worry about the future when it comes... now that's better.Nothing exciting is happening in life. Probably the person to blame for that is me myself. Risks are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115234476942969909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115234476942969909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115234476942969909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115234476942969909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/07/smooth.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115218496936996738</id><published>2006-07-06T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:22:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pink ...Today I wore pink shirt to office. That's rite, 'pink'. Thats the same color normally associated with female and sissy. Y in the first place I have that shirt? Well, it was recommendation from a friend of mine who seems to have pretty good taste in guys dressing in general, minus the shoe part though. Been buying office clothes based on her recommendation and so far it has been smooth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115218496936996738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115218496936996738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115218496936996738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115218496936996738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/07/pink.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115210709325740151</id><published>2006-07-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:44:53.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wedding...Attended yet another wedding over the weekend. Slowly one by one is getting married. N as always the dreaded question u are asked during this session is, "So when is ur turn ?". To which I just grin blankly. Should I be worried? Of-course not, well, not for the time being at least.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115210709325740151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115210709325740151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115210709325740151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115210709325740151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/07/wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115122168675837418</id><published>2006-06-25T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:48:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bachelor...A friend of mine is getting married next weekend. So as the custom has it, we had a small bachelor party for him. Well, don't let ur imagination just yet. It was pretty normal affair. Not goin to dwell into the details as it might come back to hunt me later. However by end of the day, I started to feel that it was more of my bachelor party then his. Hmmm....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115122168675837418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115122168675837418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115122168675837418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115122168675837418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/06/bachelor.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-115001059350698975</id><published>2006-06-11T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T15:23:13.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Out...It has been a long break from here for me. As usual, I'm going to blame it on my work plus  didn't feel like writing much, as the only thing I felt was emptiness. Been pretty occupied past couple of week and also the laziness set in. I've been having this small conflict within me. I feel this whole Asian way of raising children and caring for them really bites. I just hate it so much. Sooo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/115001059350698975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=115001059350698975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115001059350698975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/115001059350698975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/06/out.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114813318404960748</id><published>2006-05-20T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:53:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mixed...This week has been a bit of a small roller-coaster ride for me. Nothing too big, just on the emotional part. Apart from that, it has been pretty alrite week. On an unrelated matter, 2 of my cousins might be getting married soon. Possibly be end of the year. I'm all excited for them. They are the very few in my family who I can really hook up and spend time. As excited as I am for them, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114813318404960748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114813318404960748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114813318404960748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114813318404960748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/05/mixed.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114779270912991331</id><published>2006-05-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:26:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Few...Past few days, I've had more free time to myself then I've had in many years. The problem with having lots of time to urself is, unless u've got some activity to do, ur mind tend to roam about on totally unrelated stuffs. Since I didn't have much to do after office hours, I was pretty much dead. One thing I realized during my self discovery session during these dead hours is, I've got such </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114779270912991331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114779270912991331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114779270912991331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114779270912991331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/05/few.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114770187306397131</id><published>2006-05-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:04:33.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Falling... Said there'd be no going back Promised myself I'd never be that sad Maybe that's why you've come along To show me, it's not always bad Coz I can feel it, baby I feel like I'm falling for you But I'm scared to, let go I'm scared coz my heart has been hurt so It's true I've become a skeptic How many couples really love Just wish I had a crystal ball To show me, if it's worth it all Coz I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114770187306397131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114770187306397131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114770187306397131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114770187306397131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/05/falling.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114697655216188187</id><published>2006-05-07T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T12:35:52.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worried...When u get too comfortable with someone and some routine involving them, a sudden change might b worrying. Probably it's part of changes in live. But sometimes, when u r a like me, the smallest change might make u feel tad bid uncomfortable.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114697655216188187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114697655216188187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114697655216188187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114697655216188187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/05/worried.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114684717688371884</id><published>2006-05-05T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:39:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Digest... Came across an article in May's edition of Reader's Digest, under the 'Life's Toughest Questions Answered' section:Q: Can a man and a woman ever just be friends?A: For a short time perhaps. Making the friendship last requires that you find each other at least vaguely repulsive. Good luck!Hmmm, what that supposed to mean?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114684717688371884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114684717688371884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114684717688371884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114684717688371884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/05/digest.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114667275867313779</id><published>2006-05-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T00:12:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pissed... Today I met up with couple of my friends over dinner. Haven't met them for a long time. Must have been few months or so I think. So it was a simple and nice gathering, well that's how it was initially. After the dinner, we just sat there talking about stuffs, technology, computers, Mac and general topics. As the conversation kept goin on then came the pissing session. They were asking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114667275867313779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114667275867313779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114667275867313779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114667275867313779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/05/pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114666272289400380</id><published>2006-05-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:26:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hollidays...I just came back from a spur of the moment holiday trip to Johor. It all started with a phone call from my friend, asking if we should do a short trip to Johor. Considering the pathetic weekend which was starring rite at my face, I quickly agreed. I was still sick and have just visited the clinic 1 hour before leaving to Johor. So with no plans or watsoever, 3 of us drove down to JB </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114666272289400380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114666272289400380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114666272289400380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114666272289400380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/05/hollidays.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114624457256341409</id><published>2006-04-29T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:55:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sick...I've been sick past one week. It has been on, off thing. My body couldn't make up whether to fall sick or not. So that was the reason of, sick today, tomorrow ok, then sick again the following day. However yesterday nite, I got totally knocked off. Had to call in sick today morning. I was supposed to go to the Clinic today, but by lunch time I was all ok, so I decided to skip that n </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114624457256341409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114624457256341409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114624457256341409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114624457256341409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114598475531151793</id><published>2006-04-26T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:05:55.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ifs... Sometimes what u think is best for u, doesn't mean it will happen for u. It's frustrating to know that the possibility is there for something wonderful to happen but at the end of the day, it doesn't happen. Mannn, I'm bored... time for me to sleep.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114598475531151793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114598475531151793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114598475531151793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114598475531151793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/04/ifs.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114580677939653677</id><published>2006-04-23T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:41:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday...As expected, Sunday lived up to my expectation. It totally sucked as how I expected it goin to be yesterday nite. Totally lacked any quality activity. I'm goin to sleep now. Expecting a better week.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114580677939653677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114580677939653677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114580677939653677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114580677939653677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114571679576971573</id><published>2006-04-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:39:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shopelone...It had been a totally boring Saturday. Had very little to do. I was expecting a bz weekend, but unfortunately it has turned out to be a pretty slow. Lacking of things to do, I went shopping today. Tried dragging some of my frens along, but that didn't go too well. Everyone had pretty much something on. So I ended up goin all alone. Me, myself and I... Sigh. Walked around the mall, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114571679576971573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114571679576971573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114571679576971573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114571679576971573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/04/shopelone.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114520123463337692</id><published>2006-04-16T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:27:14.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kids... I had a super fast weekend. The days went so fast that I didn't have any time to rest. It was 2 days full of activity. Now, I'm all exhausted n feeling like I'm goin to fall sick. When I fall sick, that means trouble for all the people around me. I can be such a difficult person to be with during this time. Hope that doesn't happen this time around. Yest nite, I attended the company's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114520123463337692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114520123463337692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114520123463337692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114520123463337692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/04/kids.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114485514642386220</id><published>2006-04-12T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:19:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slevin...Just came back from a good show. Went to watch "Lucky Number Slevin" with a colleague of mine after office. It's been quite some time since I last went for movies, so it was a good outing which made it even better with this movie. Highly recommended for everyone who likes suspense hit-man movies. A slow day with good ending of a good show n a nice dinner.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114485514642386220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114485514642386220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114485514642386220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114485514642386220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/04/slevin.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114456115595938244</id><published>2006-04-09T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:39:15.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend...Had a super duper bz weekend. Have been lepaking with my cousins throughout the weekend.  And due to that I hit the bed about 5 in the morning for the past few days. Thanks to all the outings, I am now suffering quite badly in the sleep dept. But it was good, after sooo long, I get to spend some time with them.Yest was also my parent's wedding anniversary and as usual I didn't do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114456115595938244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114456115595938244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114456115595938244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114456115595938244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114425115805093606</id><published>2006-04-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:32:38.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flying... Time is just flying away. I can barely remember what happened yesterday. Too many things r happening around me, everything is moving on too fast. Everyone is in a rush. Everything must done ASAP. I just can't keep up with this mad dash. Subconsciously I'm scared I'm loosing this battle to keep up with the rest. Sigh... There's something really bothering me. I'm not sure wat it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114425115805093606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114425115805093606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114425115805093606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114425115805093606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/04/flying.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114414355425935109</id><published>2006-04-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:39:14.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B'day...A year older now, hopefully a year wiser as well. It has been a great start for this age. Hopefully it'll continue in the same pattern.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114414355425935109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114414355425935109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114414355425935109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114414355425935109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/04/bday.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114404987264429333</id><published>2006-04-03T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:37:52.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Penang…So here I am, sitting in a mall in Penang connected via an open wireless gateway n writing this post. What am I doing in Penang n why the heck I’m writing this post from a mall?? Well, I’m in Penang for work purpose. Since I’ve traveled all the way here, I thought, might as well meet up with my great friend of mine. Have known her for more then a year now, but till today we’ve never met. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114404987264429333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114404987264429333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114404987264429333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114404987264429333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/04/penang-so-here-i-am-sitting-in-mall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114372471854582334</id><published>2006-03-30T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:18:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Horrible...The day started exceptionally horrible for me today. It all started with few idiotic drivers who got on my nerves. So after all the cursing and many of the not so friendly finger gestures, I finally reached office in one piece after the mini war. Dammn, I was already wound up even before reaching office. Since,  I've been away from office for the past few days, I knew my emails </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114372471854582334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114372471854582334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114372471854582334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114372471854582334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/03/horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114355320093699598</id><published>2006-03-28T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:40:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question...Every now n then, we tend to stop n review our current situation before we take any sort of decision. In many case, these decisions might change things forever. It goes to the point of no return. Many times, when I'm faced with such situation, I tend to ignore the obvious n go with the feel n wat the heart says. N most of the time I tend successfully screw things up. The important </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114355320093699598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114355320093699598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114355320093699598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114355320093699598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/03/question.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114313100905240322</id><published>2006-03-24T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:23:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep...Been having problem getting decent sleep this whole week. No matter how early i hit the bed (the floor in my case) I don't seem to be able to fall asleep. I keep tossing and turning, not a wink of sleep. I never had this problem before. Due to this lack of sleep, I'm all cranky in the morning and go berserk for the smallest of issue in the office. Sigh... My system is going haywire. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114313100905240322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114313100905240322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114313100905240322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114313100905240322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114302885482618170</id><published>2006-03-22T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:00:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired...Today has been a long and super duper boring day. Day full of meetings and meaningless blabbering about stuffs that I don't bother. Sigh... To make it worse, I've been lacking in the sleep dept for the past few days.. Due to lack of seep and rest, my body is aching like mad. Perhaps, it's the age factor. Age is finally catching up on me?? Every movement at the moment involves some sort of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114302885482618170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114302885482618170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114302885482618170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114302885482618170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-114278280550574181</id><published>2006-03-19T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:40:05.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Missing... Ohh god, it's been more then a month since I last wrote here :O. For a while, I thought I'll never update this blog for good. Most of it thanks to my work n also I really didn't feel like writing anything. Normally, I write when I get nothing to do or have something to mope about. Having not wrote anything for so long doesn't mean that I didn't have my fair share of moping to do. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/114278280550574181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=114278280550574181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114278280550574181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/114278280550574181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/03/missing.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-113990499862275472</id><published>2006-02-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:16:38.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angel ... U were like an angel to me. U are my first and the one I trusted the most. I was ready to throw away anything and everything for u. Just to b around u was a god’s gift to me back then. U were the best thing that happened to me, well that's what I thought till recently. It really2 hurts when the truth comes out. U really took me for a ride didn't u. A ride beyond my wildest dream. Least </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/113990499862275472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=113990499862275472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113990499862275472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113990499862275472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/02/angel.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-113811411392961831</id><published>2006-01-24T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:01:36.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found ...Few days back while when I was surfing about with nothing much to do, I stumbled to this particular site http://www.postpoems.com/members/arasu3. Further inspection of this particular page revealed the poet in me :D. Posted there are 2 of poems which I wrote sometime back. I remember there were more then 2 poems, but I can't quite recall where did all the rest went.I don't quite remember</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/113811411392961831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=113811411392961831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113811411392961831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113811411392961831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/01/found.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-113767234440042169</id><published>2006-01-19T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:05:44.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What ...What to write... what to write... I got many things I want to say, but just too lazy to sit n type them out. Been thinking of this whole concept of blogging and it's implications. The worse case scenario is very scary. But for the time being, I'm going to let this slide by.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/113767234440042169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=113767234440042169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113767234440042169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113767234440042169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/01/what.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-113682773106248388</id><published>2006-01-10T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:28:51.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alive ...No worries, I'm still alive and kicking. I'm sure some might have thought that I'm done for good with this blog. I'm here to prove otherwise. I've been pretty occupied with work n my social life. Last month was a crazy month as far as work is concerned. It was the usual end of the year rush. With targets to meet and numbers becomes the measure. Boy oh boy, am I glad or what. Extremely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/113682773106248388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=113682773106248388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113682773106248388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113682773106248388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2006/01/alive.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-113344367871473278</id><published>2005-12-01T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:27:58.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Upset ...I'm extremely upset on how I successfully screw up a lot of good things which I've had in my life. I've done it yet again. It just surprises on how I manage to do it time and time again, without fail. This really bites... I'm not good with emotions, n words... n I'm horrible when it comes to being sensitive, so here I am paying the price for it. Crapppp...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/113344367871473278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=113344367871473278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113344367871473278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113344367871473278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/12/upset.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-113335283546743686</id><published>2005-11-30T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:13:55.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Away ...Wow, it has been quite a while since the last time I was here. Most of it due to the continuos routine of things that I had to do n plus, I didn't feel like writing. No particular reason, just didn't feel like it. On the recent happening:Brother is back home after a year being away. N parents r damnn happy about the whole thing. As for me, I'm cool with him being around, at least I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/113335283546743686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=113335283546743686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113335283546743686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113335283546743686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/11/away.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-113093618280679267</id><published>2005-11-02T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:56:22.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Red...Few days back, I was rushing back home to get myself readied to attend a party. N for reason unknown to me now, I was driving as if, if I'm late for the party, it would be end of the world. I've got to say, my driving on that day was not something I would be proud of, or something which I would have been happy to see if somebody else would have done it. During that rush of madness I happen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/113093618280679267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=113093618280679267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113093618280679267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113093618280679267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/11/red.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-113077798922923252</id><published>2005-11-01T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:59:49.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Party ...After a long absence from any party scenes or anything close to that, I finally got to go for one few days back. It was named, PDD (Pre Deepavali Debauchery). Well I feel, the word Debauchery would be too strong of a word to describe it. It was a simple gathering of people who shared the same interest. Though I don't exactly share the same thing, I nevertheless had loads of fun. It was a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/113077798922923252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=113077798922923252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113077798922923252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113077798922923252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/11/party.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-113007018996279965</id><published>2005-10-23T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:23:46.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Type D...Whenever I come across any quiz in a magazine/online/paper, I will make sure that I go through it. Personality quiz, love quiz, IQ test, u name it n I probably would have taken it. So I did the thing which come almost naturally to me when I came across this personality test in the Newsweek magazine that I subscribe to. The quiz was adapted from "Harvard Heart Letter" Without realizing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/113007018996279965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=113007018996279965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113007018996279965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/113007018996279965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/10/type-d.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112990668862335738</id><published>2005-10-21T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:58:08.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cancelled...:( my weekend holidays was cancelled. I'm upset with that decision, not because I badly needed that vacation, but it would have been good to have something nice to do over the weekend instead of getting stuck in town. Now, I got nothing much to do over the weekend. Bleahhhh....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112990668862335738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112990668862335738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112990668862335738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112990668862335738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/10/cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112947836411519213</id><published>2005-10-17T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:01:09.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memories...Memories, tend to be a sweet thing. It stays with us for a long2 time. But sometimes, it could be a painful reminder of ur failures in life. For you to forget ur old memories you need to gather some new one. The problems starts when u don't gather any new ones. U tend to stick to the very last memory in ur head. If the last one is a failure, then it's goin to be one tough journey. Coz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112947836411519213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112947836411519213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112947836411519213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112947836411519213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/10/memories.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112939346085153376</id><published>2005-10-16T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:00:21.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holidays...In the past week alone, I've already received 2 invitation for a short holiday trips. I've turned down one, and decision on the second invitation is still pending. Hmmm, to go or not to go? I've been feeling rather left out lately. Left out in the sense of... errr, lonely? Now that sounds really sad! I need to go out more often. So most prob it'll be a yes I think.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112939346085153376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112939346085153376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112939346085153376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112939346085153376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/10/holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112836087529562828</id><published>2005-10-04T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:34:35.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ghajini ...Over the weekend I went for a Tamil with few of my buddies. The movie was "Ghajini" with Suria acting in the lead. It's an Indian version of the famous English show, "Memento". The director took a very interesting story line an Indianized it to cater for the Indian market. How to Indianize? Pretty simple actually, add unnecessary song sequence throughout the movie, include some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112836087529562828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112836087529562828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112836087529562828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112836087529562828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/10/ghajini.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112782640531826856</id><published>2005-09-27T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:35:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caught out ...Since the first day I started working at my current place, I always thought, frens I meet here will last forever. Not sure what made me think that way, but that's what I've been thinking all this while. This was true until reality hit on me really hard few months back. I've always had the impression that I'll always be around with this group of people who've I've grown so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112782640531826856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112782640531826856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112782640531826856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112782640531826856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/09/caught-out.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112712767403085735</id><published>2005-09-19T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:01:14.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gentings ... Was in Genting Highlands during the weekend. It was a spur of the moment decision. No prior plans or whatsoever was involved for this trip. Just get dressed, grab a bad n leave. It all started when a fren of mine called me on Friday nite suggesting that we should do a day trip to Genting Highlands. Hesitant at first, I agreed with the plan, anyway I didn't have much planned for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112712767403085735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112712767403085735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112712767403085735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112712767403085735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/09/gentings.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112645625518003295</id><published>2005-09-12T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T00:30:55.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope ...Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. – Andy Dufresne  (Shawshank Redemption)I've come to a realization that many of a time, hope has been a false representation of the actual thing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112645625518003295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112645625518003295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112645625518003295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112645625518003295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/09/hope.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112627474724937558</id><published>2005-09-09T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:23:58.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spot on ...Came across a very interesting article in Malaysiakini earlier. Read it, it's quite funny actually. Sarcasm to the power of 2.http://malaysiakini.com/letters/40207On another note, I happened to come across a statement by an MP in one of our Parliment sitting. That really made me think deep. If this morons can actually say things are so hurtful and religiously bias, just imagine to what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112627474724937558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112627474724937558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112627474724937558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112627474724937558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/09/spot-on.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112540549688113872</id><published>2005-08-30T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:38:16.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watched ... The other day when I was talking to a fren of mine, online, I realized that I have this fear of walking/being alone in a public places. Places like shopping malls, open space, roads, simply put, anyplace there happens to b crowded with people. What fear u ask? Well, it's a constant feeling/worry that someone is watching my every move and just observing me, where I go, what I do n etc.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112540549688113872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112540549688113872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112540549688113872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112540549688113872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/08/watched.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112514581891212922</id><published>2005-08-27T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T20:30:18.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happenings …As most of you would’ve realized, there’s been lack of update on this blog. The obvious reason would be, there’s nothing much been happening that’s worth writing about. It has been pretty routine thing.Work – Has been pretty boring. The work itself is not all that bad, though it definitely can improve. The things that are really pissing me off is the company itself, my manager n my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112514581891212922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112514581891212922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112514581891212922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112514581891212922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/08/happenings-as-most-of-you-wouldve.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112480239977156052</id><published>2005-08-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:06:39.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112480239977156052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112480239977156052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112480239977156052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112480239977156052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/08/update.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112393253296656571</id><published>2005-08-13T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T19:28:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peaceful ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112393253296656571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112393253296656571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112393253296656571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112393253296656571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/08/peaceful.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112334520586838704</id><published>2005-08-07T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:20:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Underachieving …That’s how I feel of myself rite now. I feel that I’m capable of much more then what I’m delivering, but all that is just being limited due to my current environment. After much thinking and getting smashed in the process, I think I might have figured out what I need at this moment. Change of environment, change of people, change of activity … basically I feel I need changes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112334520586838704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112334520586838704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112334520586838704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112334520586838704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/08/underachieving-thats-how-i-feel-of.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112316158409380435</id><published>2005-08-04T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:19:44.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aloof ...Sense of lost. Not sure where u r heading, what is your goal, what you want to achieve. Uncertain of your next step or destination. Have u ever felt that? It's such a horrible, horrible feeling. Once that happens, you slowly start to have doubt on your capability and your self confidence takes a big dive. Not only that, you more often will be in this aloof mode trying to figure out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112316158409380435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112316158409380435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112316158409380435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112316158409380435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/08/aloof.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112291400233886852</id><published>2005-08-02T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:34:59.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cherating ...Over the weekend I was in Cherating with the guys. It was a holidays which I badly needed and glad that it happened. 3 days and 2 nites of fun and nothing but fun. It was a good break. Break from boring routines of work n etc. Though recently my boring routine has been spiced up, this was nevertheless a very important break for me. Did so many things while we there, table tennis, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112291400233886852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112291400233886852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112291400233886852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112291400233886852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/08/cherating.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112221671001091855</id><published>2005-07-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:51:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uncomfortable ...Uncomfortable, that's how exactly how I felt earlier in the day when I went to fetch my granny. All went as usual, with her talking away, n me, just nodding and also occasionally agreeing to whatever she has to say. N all of sudden the whole conversation took a very wicked turn. It started with, with my age. Rite the moment she asked my age, I was suspicious on where this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112221671001091855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112221671001091855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112221671001091855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112221671001091855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/07/uncomfortable.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112204012587690072</id><published>2005-07-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:48:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Opportunity … Opportunity doesn’t come announcing. But when it does, then there shouldn’t b a reason for one to miss it rite? So even with all the announcement and indications, if a person were to still miss it, what to do u call him?Well, I think moron would b a good word for starters. In that case, I’m such a moron. Aaaaaarrrggghhhhhh. How could I miss it? Ohhh, how can I b so blind? It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112204012587690072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112204012587690072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112204012587690072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112204012587690072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/07/opportunity-opportunity-doesnt-come.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112150931010610823</id><published>2005-07-16T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T18:21:50.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fling …To fling or not to fling? Well the answer is pretty obvious! To fling of course. Fun without commitment, now that’s a real bargain. That’s not the best part, emotions takes the back seat in this short joy ride. No broken hearts, no expectations, no crap, it’s all about fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112150931010610823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112150931010610823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112150931010610823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112150931010610823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/07/fling-to-fling-or-not-to-fling-well.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112058003122635793</id><published>2005-07-06T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:13:51.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Insensitive ...Insensitive bastards. That's how the building management of the office is behaving. Every freaking day, idiots have to just let the whole freaking world know that they r praying, n that it's ok, to just scream on top of their voice over the PA system. Don't they even consider the fact that there are people from other religion in the company n they might be offended by such action? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112058003122635793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112058003122635793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112058003122635793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112058003122635793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/07/insensitive.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112036888420338886</id><published>2005-07-03T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T13:34:44.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fling ...Fling - A brief sexual or romantic relationship.Hmmm, izzit ok to have a fling? When opportunity comes knocking on one's door, what is the right thing to do?  If it's a mutual understanding from both the party, would it make it any better/justifiable?To fling or not to fling?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112036888420338886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112036888420338886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112036888420338886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112036888420338886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/07/fling.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-112005680973773031</id><published>2005-06-29T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:53:29.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smashed ...Got totally smashed the day before yesterday. All in the name of farewell party. This has to be my worst ever. Still feeling the after effect of it, bad sore throat till today. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/112005680973773031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=112005680973773031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112005680973773031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/112005680973773031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/06/smashed.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111953805392474955</id><published>2005-06-23T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:01:12.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Feeling ...Empty.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111953805392474955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111953805392474955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111953805392474955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111953805392474955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111936441838421532</id><published>2005-06-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:33:38.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mourning ...What to say? what to do? That's pretty much what runs through my head every time I pick the phone n call her. She sounds horribly sad, n all I could do is listen. N at times I just can't bear to hear her voice being so low n lifeless. Wish she would come down to KL soon, get away from things which reminds her of the lost one. As for me, I can only hope/pray for things to get better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111936441838421532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111936441838421532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111936441838421532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111936441838421532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/06/mourning.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111892292114223997</id><published>2005-06-16T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:55:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right thing ?... What is the right thing to say to a person who have just lost their loved one? I just can't find the right words to say or the right thing to do to console someone in such situation. It's so frustrating that I can't do anything to reduce her sorrow n the pain that she must be goin through at the moment. Loosing someone close to you it's so painful. Death is such a terrible thing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111892292114223997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111892292114223997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111892292114223997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111892292114223997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/06/right-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111857492935212420</id><published>2005-06-12T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:15:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update... Quick update on the happenings in my life:I have completely migrated my home comp to Linux (Ubuntu) and it totally rocks now. For those of u thinking of migrating to Linux this would be a good starters Distro. But it goes without saying that, when u r on Linux u have to RTFM (Read the Fucking Manual) if you want to get things done. Mum is recovering really well. But doctor have said, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111857492935212420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111857492935212420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111857492935212420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111857492935212420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/06/update.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111729066869524403</id><published>2005-05-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:31:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Accident ... I know i know, I've been away for some time now. The lack of update is due to the current development in my life. Past 2 weeks have been nothing more then heartache and pain. It's been one the longest 2 weeks of my life! A lot of things have happened. My parents got involved in an accident 2 weeks back and was admitted in the hospital. I was totally shaken to the core. When my dad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111729066869524403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111729066869524403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111729066869524403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111729066869524403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/05/accident.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111553314620530662</id><published>2005-05-08T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:19:06.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crawled …The weekend literally crawled away. I had nothing useful to do and thus achieved nothing. It has been “stay at home” weekend for me. I didn’t even go to my uncles’ workshop to help out, the reason? I just didn’t want to do anything or go out anywhere, n this is the result of it. Stuck at home with nothing to do and glued to the comp screen all day long. The highlight for today probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111553314620530662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111553314620530662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111553314620530662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111553314620530662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/05/crawled-weekend-literally-crawled-away.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111522525590592442</id><published>2005-05-05T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:47:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swimming … After a gap of almost 3 weeks, I went swimming again. It was good in the sense that I could relax and just swim about without having any thought to bother me. It was as if, I stepped into a different world that all the routine worries about work n etc was no effect on me in this new world of mine. Hmmm, I should go swimming more often. On work related front, a colleague of mine has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111522525590592442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111522525590592442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111522525590592442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111522525590592442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/05/swimming-after-gap-of-almost-3-weeks-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111435630862909717</id><published>2005-04-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:20:42.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Broom … "Any man can sweep any woman off her feet, you just need the right broom."   - from the movie Hitch.That’s a boost for the confidence level I’ve been having. A boost I badly need. The question now is, do I have the right broom to sweep her off her feet. N izzit a risk worth taking?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111435630862909717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111435630862909717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111435630862909717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111435630862909717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/04/broom-any-man-can-sweep-any-woman-off.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111406618944116356</id><published>2005-04-21T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T14:49:49.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bored …Absolutely long, lonely and boring day…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111406618944116356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111406618944116356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111406618944116356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111406618944116356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/04/bored-absolutely-long-lonely-and-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111392002813228468</id><published>2005-04-19T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:13:48.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In or out …Something worth thinking… “Since there’s always a possibility of a person falling IN love with another, then, there would definitely be another possibility of the same person falling OUT of love. “Agreed?Anyway, for those of you sitting in one corner and thinking, “how on earth can she/he leave me, coz we were madly in love” think about the above statement, there’s some truth in it. So</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111392002813228468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111392002813228468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111392002813228468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111392002813228468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-or-out-something-worth-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111373997150758100</id><published>2005-04-17T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:50:51.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy fans …Check this out… [Picture from:Thatstamil]For those of you who can’t read Tamil, it reads Chandramukhi (title of Rajini’s new movie). N now, checkout this video clip,  http://rajinifans.com/cm_theater/Images/Intro1.wmv. You can barely here the audio of the movie, all you can hear is the fans screaming at the first sight of their hero in the movie. Goshhh… crazy fans !!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111373997150758100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111373997150758100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111373997150758100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111373997150758100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/04/crazy-fans-check-this-out-picture-from.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111373416892791641</id><published>2005-04-17T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:36:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ohh Monday … It’s goin to b Monday all over again. Despite the fact that I was on leave on Thursday and Friday, which gave me about 4 days of break I still felt as if the weekend was a bit too short for my likings. Nothing much I can do on my part to stop Sunday from changing to Monday. That’s how it’s always been all this while n I’m afraid that’s how it’s goin to b this time around. LMonday = </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111373416892791641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111373416892791641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111373416892791641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111373416892791641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/04/ohh-monday-its-goin-to-b-monday-all.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111331051509245799</id><published>2005-04-12T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:47:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sarah ...Here u go... Sarah in person.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111331051509245799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111331051509245799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111331051509245799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111331051509245799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/04/sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553372.post-111322231248760665</id><published>2005-04-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:25:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sarah …Plant named Sarah. Ok let me tell u a story of Sarah. I have a small pot on my table in the office in which I have a small plant growing. Y I have it there? For no particular reason actually. I just wanted to have something pleasant to look at on my table instead of papers n other stuffs which reminds me of work, work n work. It actually been there for a month now, and all this days that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/feeds/111322231248760665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3553372&amp;postID=111322231248760665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111322231248760665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3553372/posts/default/111322231248760665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aries3.blogspot.com/2005/04/sarah-plant-named-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>wankeroo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
