<?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-8079064885760030477</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:39:54.362+08:00</updated><category term='Good News'/><category term='Others'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Opening'/><category term='Beginning'/><title type='text'>My Therapy Session</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where I can just be me and feel free to express anything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-6391596560217402243</id><published>2010-08-01T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:24:55.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Tough Times Do Not Last, But Tough People Does</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;...background soundtrack by Kylie Minogue - Can't Get You Out Of My Head...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I know that this time around the background music is so 'house' but I kind of like it. It is one of those guilty pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to the topic. This statement or phrase came across while I was browsing through Facebook. One of my friends wrote this as his status. It describe perfectly the situation that I am in at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the burden of living up to certain expectations? Well I have in the past where as the principal's son, I am expected to behave and perform academically at the highest of standards. It was a stressful moment in my life but it do not come close to what I am feeling at the moment. Still in the flashback, it was so stressful that I had migraine when I was in Primary 6. On top of that, I need medication to cope with my stress. How awesome was my childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from bad to worse when in the university years, where I was even once hospitalized. But all in all, I still have that fighting spirit of never ever giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the exact moment where I am now. The pressure and stress are piling up. Great things are expected of me. I have not felt to the extend where I need medication like previously but I started to feel the tenseness in my neck and shoulders, as if the weight of the world is on it. The only different thing this time, I feel like giving up. I keep on asking myself why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not figured it out, but I believe is because I am afraid of failing. It sucks to fail. Quoting Thomas A. Edison, "I have not failed. I have found 10,000 ways that won't work". This is a matter of perception. If you as optimistic as he was, then you would believe it. But I am the total opposite of that. So how do you change a perception which is cultivated when you were small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way forward to this, I believe, I need to find that fire again. I need to be strong to face the storm and need to stop thinking of the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self: Do what you think is right and fuck the rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-6391596560217402243?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/6391596560217402243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/08/tough-times-do-not-last-but-tough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/6391596560217402243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/6391596560217402243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/08/tough-times-do-not-last-but-tough.html' title='Tough Times Do Not Last, But Tough People Does'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-1875801739969660014</id><published>2010-07-17T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:30:49.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>On The Verge of Breaking Down</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;...background soundtrack by Shontelle - Impossible...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost two months since my last entry. A lot had happened! Mixed feelings to put in a way. Happy that finally my management realized that we cannot afford to loose our people to the others. Happy beyond words as I had reached a BIG milestone, which many people in my organization had not even dreamed off all their working life. Sad that a good friend is leaving the company as he decided that he can no longer be apart from his family. Angry that everybody is so damn grossed up in trying to get good ratings by jeopardizing the integrity of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been through so many difficult situations, bitch about it and move on. However, this time around I cannot get over it. I am just so angry beyond words that I believe it has manifested into physical pain. At this moment of this entry, I am having the most aggravating migraine. Why am I so affected with all the craziness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people that I came across, seems to believe that it is business as usual but the truth to the matter is, we are in downward spiral and I am afraid we are not going to recover. Taking all this and it seems that I cannot hold in any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in the most daring career suicide ever, I just had to speak up and highlight it to my management. How will this affect my career? Wait and see my entry at the end of this financial year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels to almost break down. It is not an awesome feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just your servant on this Earth and is helpless unless I am under Your grace. Please grant me strength to get through this situation. Please God, grant me the wisdom to be able to contribute more to my organization as this is for the good of all. Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-1875801739969660014?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/1875801739969660014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-verge-of-breaking-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1875801739969660014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1875801739969660014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-verge-of-breaking-down.html' title='On The Verge of Breaking Down'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-3419848402218047397</id><published>2010-05-28T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:45:24.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Mundane</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...background music "Chasing Pavements" by Adele...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a long weekend here in Bintulu. When I say long, if you were to take 2 days off next week, you will be spending one and half weeks on leave. Isn't it awesome? Well yours truly, didn't take the much needed rest just because there is a lot need to be done and completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great power, comes great responsibility. A phrase that well describe the situation I am in at the moment. Last month, I have been promoted to a senior position in a way. So, I am expected to live to the expectations. On top of that, I need to rise to the occasion as I have been told of my appraisal rating. A bitter sweet situation. Let me put it this way, not many people has achieved this rating. Did I deserve it? If this was asked to me, my answer would be NO! But as my boss told me, the management saw something else. Hope it is the contribution and not the persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelm, would be an understatement to describe the feeling. I am to the point of emotionally and physically paralyzed with the current situation. So, how am I supposed to move forward? I am not sure, I have tried taken breaks, but it was not successful. I am still in the rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next? I believe I cannot take this psycho babble and it is time for tough love. The phrase that I like to use, "Suck it up and move on". At the end of the day, I shouldn't be disappointing people who have given me opportunities upon opportunities to grow as person. A lot of thinking need to be put into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I have made a conscious decision not go back during this long break and to catch up or even finish as much work as possible. After finishing what I have to do, I will start on certain projects that would make me more happy. What will it be? I am not sure. Just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-3419848402218047397?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/3419848402218047397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/05/mundane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3419848402218047397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3419848402218047397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/05/mundane.html' title='Mundane'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-8521550283249736921</id><published>2010-05-02T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:39:51.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Power of Words</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...background music Travie MacCoy - Billionaire...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it has been sometime I post an entry to my blog. It is not because I have nothing to bitch about, it is just that I am so effing lazy. Basically tonight I force myself to post this entry. The reason behind it, is just there is so much things going through my mind that I need to release a few so that I can feel much more calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this entry is about words. There is a saying that, "The pen is mightier than the sword". Too many belief it is true. This idea of talking about this subject is because I came across this episode of "Oprah" where she was interviewing Jay-Z. There was a point in the discussion that both disagree about something. The disagreement was on the usage of the N word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Oprah, it should never ever be used as it is so degrading and just plain obscene. On the contrary, Jay-Z said that the N word is only powerful, if we acknowledge its power. It got me thinking, who is right on this subject matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean that any degrading words, if we do not acknowledge its meaning, it is just like any other normal word e.g. Hello? Or regardless whether the acknowledgment is there or not, an obscene word is an obscene word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually still unable to answer this. Maybe someone can provide their two cents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-8521550283249736921?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/8521550283249736921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/05/power-of-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/8521550283249736921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/8521550283249736921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/05/power-of-words.html' title='The Power of Words'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-3532737108236152389</id><published>2010-03-12T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:52:57.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>I Am Turning Out to be The Person I Hate The Most</title><content type='html'>(...background music; Leona Lewis - Run...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that being in my place it is easy. They thought that everything is easy for me. What's up with this entry? Well this is because currently I am going through my appraisal. It is the time when people start to justify why they should get the best rating. It also the time when a group of people will start to paint a great picture on their accomplishment but instead they have done nothing. I FUCKING HATE THOSE PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, based on my unofficial survey, I have become one of those fuckers! This really saddens me. This all happened when I asked people to be honest with me by asking them, "What rating should I get?" I am OK with honesty saying that, "I believe based on my observation, you are just meeting expectations". I am fine with that statement because I know that I have done nothing much this year. But the most hurtful part is when it seems that majority of the people think that I have been rewarded all this while just because the highest management knows me. That made all the blood, sweat and tears that I have given to my work all this while to be worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I never asked for any of this to happen to me. I never wanted the highest of the management to know who I am. It is just happened. I had a feeling that this is what most people felt about my success all this while (because management know who I am), but to hear it is the most hurtful I have ever felt so far in my career. "Well if you are being put as a just meeting expectations, how about the rest? This is because we will be compared to you. So, in a way you have to be exceed expectations (subtext: even though you are not), for us to be exceeding expectations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply sadden by this. I seriously don't know what to do? God, please give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-3532737108236152389?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/3532737108236152389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-turning-out-to-be-person-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3532737108236152389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3532737108236152389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-turning-out-to-be-person-i-hate.html' title='I Am Turning Out to be The Person I Hate The Most'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-4988729084384031520</id><published>2010-02-16T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:26:54.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>I Am NO Expert, but HEY This Is Just My Two Cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(...background music "Fame" from the Fame Soundtrack...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics really puzzle me. I seriously cannot figure out what is it all about? This is because if you were to attend any of the talks given by the political body, they seem to be talking about the same thing. The other team SUCK!! I had postponed many times about writing anything related to politics but I just cannot take it anymore. This is basically on the front page of the news. Nothing much but just the other bad mouthing the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This so called political turmoil started well, if you are in this country you would know when. With the starting of a new political entity, the drama begun. Never ending ill stories about an individual or a political entity. You can call me on the fence, but I am not attracted to any sides. This is what I have decided as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder, how did I come to this conclusion even when I was a child. Well this is from where I come from the politician only paid attention to the constituents when election is near. After winning the seat, it will be effing difficult to see that politician in my area. It raised a question, "Aren't they suppose to be serving us? That is why they were elected". You know that election is near when the roads were brand new again. Unfortunately the mentality is all about the perks that come with the title. I was so and still am disappointed and angry at the same time. This is not what it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently what is happening in the country after the last election, is that some changes are being demanded. Therefore a shift was seen. Unfortunately, same thing is being seen. Drama...drama...drama. It is all about an individual or a political party. They have forgotten the most important thing. They have forgotten about the people that have put them there! They are so caught up with themselves that they have forgotten about the importance of the people in their constituents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the people issues be the priority rather than putting the opposition down. In my opinion, rather than 'killing' each other, start to see the big picture. You are given the responsibility to voice the issues that is of importance to the people. And please for God's sakes, stop talking about things that have been clearly stated in the Constitutions and move on. There is a reason why they are there in the first place, go check the history books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys this is a ENORMOUS responsibility, please do not let us, the people, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-4988729084384031520?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/4988729084384031520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-no-expert-but-hey-this-is-just-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/4988729084384031520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/4988729084384031520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-no-expert-but-hey-this-is-just-my.html' title='I Am NO Expert, but HEY This Is Just My Two Cents'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-1481725945477498059</id><published>2010-02-16T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:45:24.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Am I Mental?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(...background music "Jai Ho" from Slumdog Millionaire's Soundtrack...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed something about myself that I tend to ignore previously. I have this persona when I am in Bintulu and another persona when I am in KL. When come to to think of it, both really represents me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am in Bintulu, I am more chilled and more wanting to blend in with the crowd. I have learned the language spoken here just to get accepted by the locals. Which in the end I have managed by a tooth to blend in. Some locals even thought that I am actually local. A gargantuan complement for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I board the flight MH2742 heading to KL, in the middle of the South China Sea, I transformed. I transformed into this snooty, think-that-he-is-classy persona which can be pretty annoying. When people converse with me in Malay, I tend to respond in English. This is the truth! I am actually surprised when I realized it recently. I tend to mock this people and yet I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one word that could explain this. BIPOLAR!! But really??!! Am I bipolar or just plain crazy?? I have not actually know how to handle this as this just struck me recently. So wait for my next update when I board that flight. Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-1481725945477498059?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/1481725945477498059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-i-mental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1481725945477498059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1481725945477498059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-i-mental.html' title='Am I Mental?'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-8545640922071817599</id><published>2010-02-07T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:55:23.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>What The Hell Is Wrong With Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(...background music "Smells Like Teen Spirit by RHM feat. Shanade...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is entry is for me to figure what is wrong with me? Lately I am easily irritated and angry on things that did not happen as I expected. I am so worried about this as my limit was at its end. Thank God for the meeting in KL, which helped me to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I started to settle down in my new home. There were certain things that need to be settled at the old house and I felt that I was doing everything myself. Why are not the others helping me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then followed by people at work. This again is my fault. I set a very high standard on myself as an engineer. I expect that I should know the basic things and also the process of the plant that I am currently working with. On top of that, I also make sure that anything urgent and a priority, the asset owner will be aware of every single update. Unfortunately there are certain engineers who decided just to be present at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present at work is what I call someone who just come to work for the sake of coming to work and has no desire to contribute. I am pissed with this type of people. In my opinion, there is no excuse that you are still a new engineer. This is because I was once a new engineer but I need to grow up quickly because there were lots of people depended on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to have the same expectation on the rest of the new engineers? I am not being unreasonable. After looking at things that made me damn angry, I realized that I am bothering myself with things that are beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contributes to lots of sleepless nights and stressful days. I know what to do. Always give 200% of myself to my work. Do not bother about the others. If to a certain point it irritates me beyond my threshold, I am going to give a piece of my mind. I plan not to keep it bottled up inside like what I am doing now. It is so not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-8545640922071817599?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/8545640922071817599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-hell-is-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/8545640922071817599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/8545640922071817599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-hell-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What The Hell Is Wrong With Me?'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-1299068970743900037</id><published>2010-01-18T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:34:24.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's Marathon, Not A Sprint</title><content type='html'>It is sometimes very enlightening when you have a discussion or conversation on life with the old and the wise. I meant in a very respective manner when I say 'the old'. This is because, you tend to learn more about life and its surprises through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this heart-to-heart discussion with my mentor. He is my guide on life and also about work. So we had one conversation that I believe will always resonate with me through my life. As I mentioned earlier in my previous entry, I faced one of the difficult failures of my life. I am a very competitive person and what ever people can do, I am determined to do it better. Unfortunately on this particular moment others did better than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frustration and disappointment were sensed by my mentor. Rather to comfort me he said the most shocking statement. "Good that this happened to you", he said to me. I was flabbergasted. When I have regained myself from the shock, I asked him, "Why?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like those Hallmark moments that you saw on the telly between father and son, he shared his wisdom with me. He told me that in my infant years working with this universally-known multinational company, he noticed that I have obtained successes equal to those that worked a lifetime. He explained that this moment of failure is good as it builds character. This is because he said, "A true successful person, will be able to pick himself up and achieve better success from the failure that he faced".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to comprehend at that moment as I was in the moment of 'mourning' so to speak. I was in the moment 'where the world is not fair' and 'I deserve this'. However after settling down, it seriously struck me that it is actually true. This is because, if you only face the ups in life, you will never appreciate it. The downs will make us more appreciative of the ups. Furthermore when you come out from the downs and be successful, that is the most blissful feeling ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he continue to pour his take on life, he said to me, "This is a marathon, not a sprint". It does not mean that if you continue to achieve success after success, you will be a definite winner in the end. You may end up running out of breathe and do not reach the finish line. The winners are those who has the 'stamina' to endure every challenges thrown and reached the finish line. So the question is, do you want to tackle life or work as a marathon or a sprint? The answer is in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-1299068970743900037?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/1299068970743900037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-marathon-not-sprint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1299068970743900037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1299068970743900037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-marathon-not-sprint.html' title='It&apos;s Marathon, Not A Sprint'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-655842384976348890</id><published>2010-01-17T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:40:18.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Why Have I Lost It?</title><content type='html'>The year 2010 means a lot in the sense that this represent the 5th year I worked with this multinational company. However, this is also the most mind-boggling year ever. This is because I believe I have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminiscing the 1st year I stepped foot in the world of working for a living. The 1st world was the most awesome year ever. This is because this was the year where I was eager to learn, eager to do anything even photostatting documents in other words, I would do anything. The key word is EAGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I felt something different. I felt as if I have achieved everything out there. This was something that my superior worry. We are pretty close and we tend to discuss about life. He warned me of achieving everything in a short time. It will tend to diminish what is important in someone's life which is the DRIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to grade my drive during the 1st year, I would say it was a freaking perfect score of 10. However this year, the 5th year, I felt it is mere a 4. I am not trying to be cocky, but this is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I am determined to find it again. I need to find it. I need to find the feeling that I felt during that 1st year. GOD, give me the strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!   &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-655842384976348890?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/655842384976348890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-have-i-lost-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/655842384976348890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/655842384976348890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-have-i-lost-it.html' title='Why Have I Lost It?'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-3920887581969525843</id><published>2010-01-08T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:32:00.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>History Is There For A Reason</title><content type='html'>There is currently tension in the country. Some 'educated' people has made the worst decision in his or her life. Why would not people think of the repercussion of the decision that they made on a bigger scale? Why must people still touch on sensitive issues, when it was clearly stated earlier in the building this nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of speech? What a bunch of bull crap! People need to be aware of their surrounding and not be selfish. Now look what happened! Argh! I am so fucking pissed off of people who thinks that they have all the right in the world to do what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, reflect back on 13th May 1969. The darkest day in our country's history. Do we want that to happen again? Are we going to celebrate the 40th year of the incident by a bigger incident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am begging people, stop doing things that could jeopardize the peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please let the peace to continue. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-3920887581969525843?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/3920887581969525843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/history-is-there-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3920887581969525843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3920887581969525843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/history-is-there-for-reason.html' title='History Is There For A Reason'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-5876606865408691147</id><published>2010-01-05T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:46:09.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Importance of Setting Goals</title><content type='html'>Still talking on my short year vacation at home. I was as usual looking for things to do around the house i.e. watching VCDs or DVDs. As I was browsing on interesting things to watch, I came across Siti Nurhaliza's concert at Royal Albert Hall, London. As a big fan of hers, I decided to watch it and something she said in the opening remark struck a nerve in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said (may not be the exact words), "Ever since I started singing, it has always been my dream to perform here at the Royal Albert Hall. So, I have set a target that one day I will be here and to commemorate my 10th year in this business, my wish has come true".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawn on me, not just she is very talented, she is also a visionary.  She does not just depend on few big successes, she worked hard to create more and bigger successes. It does make sense that in order to be successful or to achieve your dreams/objectives, you cannot rely on others. You must create your own destiny. Just as what she did to be able to perform at Royal Albert Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thinking is required on my behalf I believe on what targets to set for me this year. So back to my thinking I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-5876606865408691147?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/5876606865408691147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/importance-of-setting-goals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/5876606865408691147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/5876606865408691147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/importance-of-setting-goals.html' title='Importance of Setting Goals'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-7992599149610875468</id><published>2010-01-04T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:05:06.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I Am In Mourning</title><content type='html'>There is no way understanding life. As you thought that you are much wiser and understand life better as you grow older, there will still be surprises lurking behind the corner to throw you off. Well today's event is no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conversation through the telephone early this morning (with some details omitted):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend: Hey, have you heard the news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend: X's wife passed away this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (...paused...) OH MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Muslim you are always taught that life and death has been determined for each and everyone of us. In other words, it doesn't mean that you will not die at a young age. But as typical human beings, we tend to believe that we will only die when we are old. The news that I received today was really a wake up call. If my time comes tomorrow, will I be ready to face my Maker? The truthful answer is NO! Unfortunately although I know all this, but I am still not doing much to ensure that I have done enough. This is going to be on top of my list this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, it made me realize that life is damn short. We tend to procrastinate things, especially saying "I LOVE YOU" to the ones we love. Another thing on my list this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my heart goes out to my friend, his daughter and family. Be strong my dear friend as God loves her more. You and your sweet daughter will always be in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-7992599149610875468?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/7992599149610875468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-in-mourning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/7992599149610875468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/7992599149610875468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-in-mourning.html' title='I Am In Mourning'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-3779101542182042742</id><published>2010-01-03T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:37:09.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginning'/><title type='text'>OMG! It's New Year Already?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, the year passed by very quickly. True what they say, "Time passes by when you are having fun". Well for me, from the last entry to this one, a lot had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I spent 2 months in Houston,TX on job attachment. Who would have ever thought of that? Especially me. I was given the opportunity to represent my organization for some project review in Houston, TX. It was a mind blowing experience and surely on top of my "Experience That I Will Never Forget List". This is number two after shaking hands with my idol, Dr. M. This was basically two weeks after my last entry. Between getting the news and going, there were lots needed to be settled hence no time for new entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, before going to Houston, TX, celebrated Eid Fitr with my beautiful family. It was rather an emotional one ever. For your information, I can be a little selfish bitch. So, during that time with tantrum flying high and a lot of things been said and also crying, few feelings had been hurt. Since it is indeed the time for forgiveness, forgiveness was given and received. The most therapeutic moment ever. Who needs shrinks? Hahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from TX, prepare myself for an assessment. Not just any assessment, but the assessment that could determine whether I will be promoted or not. Went to Labuan, an awesome experience as I have never been there, for the assessment. Thought that my turn will be from 2pm-4pm. I was SOOOOOOOOOOOO wrong! It was instead to be 9pm-11.30pm. Hahahaha.... The waiting is one thing, but to stay awake is another. Hahahaha...another those experience that I will never forget. Hopefully, my prayers will be answered and I will get through this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, after the assessment, I felt the need to see my family. So with all the persuasive techniques that I could think of, managed to convince my superior to approve my leave. Went back on the 23rd December 2009 to my parents surprise. As a matter of fact, I did tell my parents that I was going back. The reaction on my parents' faces, PRICELESS!! With the leave given, I took the opportunity to attend my house-mate's wedding in Penang on 28th December 2009. Touched down in KL on the 29th December 2009, went to Istana Budaya to catch a show. It was freaking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from there and my parents' house was fulled with all my siblings and nephews and nieces. That was the icing on the cake, spending quality time with family. Although it was quite tiring, but it was fun! Cannot wait for another family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that and today back in Bintulu, I just cannot wait to what this year holds for me. Hope that I can climb every mountain laid in front me this year. I have a feeling that it is going to be a wonderful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-3779101542182042742?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/3779101542182042742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-its-new-year-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3779101542182042742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3779101542182042742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-its-new-year-already.html' title='OMG! It&apos;s New Year Already?'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-6653084883613186821</id><published>2009-09-08T20:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:57:47.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Working With Idots Can Kill You......Really True...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;(...background music by John Legend's, "Ordinary People"....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conversation through the radio (some exaggeration):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Mr. X please call back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I have a problem and I need your expertise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X: Why should I? I didn't change anything on my side. You should check on your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: But I have already did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X: Not my problem. Sought it yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was more or less the same conversation that I had for the past four days to convince my Electrical colleague to assist me. The problem is people do not want to believe that they are the problem even though explanation upon explanation had given to make them understand. People start to get defensive. The intention is to resolve the issue not putting blame. The cherry on the ice-cream was, I got scolded for the past four fucking days related to this issue. At the end of the day, I WAS BLOODY FUCKING RIGHT!!!!! The problem was from their side and at that particular moment I believed I could hear the church choir singing "Hallelujah". Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-6653084883613186821?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/6653084883613186821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/09/working-with-idots-can-kill-youreally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/6653084883613186821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/6653084883613186821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/09/working-with-idots-can-kill-youreally.html' title='Working With Idots Can Kill You......Really True...'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-5346041406288634698</id><published>2009-09-03T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:02:39.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Why Am I Unable To Do Anything Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;(...background music by Duffy's Stepping Stone...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on screwing up this year. It all started early this year where I had a 'promotion' assessment in which I was unable to make it through. Not to sound conceded, but I had the hardest for that. But it is just not my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later in the year when I was moved to a new position, I had all the ideas in making it better than before. Was I a dumb-ass! I was not able to do what I have intended to do but also I am unable to cope with the demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have made a few silly decisions where had caused loss to my company and today was like the grand finale in which I made the stupidest decision without thinking it through. I am so upset with myself right now that I feel like screaming at the top of my lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I unable to do anything right? Yeah I know that as human beings we have flaws but I am just disappointed with myself especially when I saw that my junior is progressing way better and faster than I am. And I am still where I am four years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dear GOD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I am just lost at the moment and I need some guiding light. I am helpless at the moment and I hope that YOU hear my plea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Fikri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-5346041406288634698?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/5346041406288634698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-unable-to-do-anything-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/5346041406288634698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/5346041406288634698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-unable-to-do-anything-right.html' title='Why Am I Unable To Do Anything Right?'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-5407367914778303310</id><published>2009-08-29T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:43:17.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Truth Behind Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(...background music by Keri Hilson's, 'Knock You Down'...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always being generalized into categories and often we do not like it. Like for example, "Malays are lazy". Can you imagine the amount of people that is going to dislike this statement? However, the origin of these 'categories' must came from some incident in history or is it just some propaganda by a certain group of people who wish to see the demise of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came across this hilarious video on Youtube from Singapore. The video is performed by a famous stand up comedian from Singapore who is a drag queen. Well to those that get easily offended, it is not for you. As I was curious with the video, I keep on watching all the available videos. To me this person is clever in the sense that he managed to push the boundaries of race sensitivity without going overboard and sound vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching there were a few comments related to the Malays (as I am one) which to me are true. This is related to the fact that the majority of people doing rehab is the Malay. The ones that is still behind in the economy and also education is also the Malay. If this such a statement is being made in our country, definitely there is going to be hell to pay! The Malay will go to the streets and cause commotion to express their anger. There will also be harsh statements being made in the media condemning the insensitivity of the stand up comedian towards other race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I am proud to be Malay but please step back and look at the big picture. Are we, the Malays, really improving our way of living whether economy or education? Why is it that we need to have a certain 'advantage' then we are able to be competitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore before we go get all emotional, please ask ourselves whether are we really OK? and also what can I contribute to help our own race? Please have a perspective on the current condition and ask yourselves whether you are capable to stand on your own two feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-5407367914778303310?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/5407367914778303310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-behind-stereotypes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/5407367914778303310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/5407367914778303310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-behind-stereotypes.html' title='The Truth Behind Stereotypes'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-1389221816227057340</id><published>2009-08-24T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:03:07.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Oh Fudge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(...background music from OST Hairspray, 'I Know Where I've Been...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A radio conversation:&lt;br /&gt;X: "Me call back"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yup"&lt;br /&gt;X: "Can you spend more time in the control room? This is requested by a lot of people. This is to help with the coordination"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uhh...OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket....cricket.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very challenging and a very testing day. Today was the day my threshold was tested. Unfortunately, it started early in the morning when I found out that certain items were not updated when an adjacent part of the control room was upgraded. Then it was added on with an absurd question by the project team on a certain changes of the project scope that need to be in place whereas I am not even an effing full time project team member. Fueled further by the radio conversation which was depressing as (in his defence) people do not know that I have to attend to other important and urgent things that are within my responsibility or just given to me. And the icing on the cake was when somebody made a decision on my work scope without even consulting me and yeah! IT WAS A BLOODY STUPID DECISION, in which I had to rectify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the point of my limits that I almost shouted to a contractor and also a colleague of mine. The tone of my voice was a little bit high  and was at the point of waiting for anyone to cross me just to give an excuse for me to go medieval on the a-hole's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest of them all, this would be my third time doing this and when you thought that you have gone through all sorts of things to make sure that at other time it would be smooth, it was totally the effing opposite.Son of a motherf&amp;amp;%$#@!!!!! I am so totally disappointed with myself that, I should have taken control of the situation. Sadly, the situation took control over me and made me overwhelm with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day. Praise the Lord! I am sure that tomorrow the sun will shine and I know where I've been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-1389221816227057340?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/1389221816227057340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-fudge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1389221816227057340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1389221816227057340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-fudge.html' title='Oh Fudge!'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-356832853279742427</id><published>2009-08-23T06:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T06:52:38.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Empathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(...background music by Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is here again. I am all excited (although I did not really show it) about the arrival of the holiest of all the months. I truly believe in doing things sincerely to get God's blessings (not making excuses) and not just because everyone is doing it. But I have started with the fasting but the other 'side dishes' is yet to come. So today, will try my best to perform Tarawikh and also the reciting of Quran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conjunction with this month, I was thinking on writing this topic (which I have thought for a long time). It is just about feeling empathy about people around us. This got me thinking as I was caught in the most awkward situation. For those who are not familiar, the place where I work, we are provided transportation to go from one place to another in our working premises. Basically these van drivers are at our backing call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this one scenario, where I was in the van together with a colleague of mine were in the van talking until we reached to our destination. At the stop, I went down and said thank you to the driver and also threw a smile at the driver. The driver reciprocate with a nod and a smile also. As we walked to the door, this colleague asked a question, "Why did you say thank you?". I was liked, "Why? Is it wrong to say that?". The person replied, "No. Why say thank you to someone who is actually doing what he is being paid for?". Cricket.....cricket....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fudge?!!! I was dumbfounded by that statement. Believe it or not, these service providers are also human beings with feelings and issues (although they are being paid for). We will bitch like hell, if we were under appreciated by our superiors saying that, "The boss does not understands me" or "He is an a-hole for not rewarding my hard work" etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is what lacking in our society. We need to be more empathetic to the other people and stop being a self-indulgence-narcissistic-bitch all the time. Try to recall the feeling of being appreciated by others and try to reciprocate to the rest of the world. Basically, pay it forward. If we truly want to change the world, this to me is the easiest way to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-356832853279742427?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/356832853279742427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/08/empathy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/356832853279742427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/356832853279742427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/08/empathy.html' title='Empathy'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-5742388886257238124</id><published>2009-08-20T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:28:05.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Invinciblility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...background music courtesy of Kelly Clarkson, 'Already Gone'...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been arrogant and also egoistic. This is not the kind of person that I am striving to be. This never crossed my mind until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today something happened to me which was kind of stupid. Not the thing that I should do. But due to the idea that I am invincible, I did it anyway. Well was I in for a surprise. I was finally caught and that was really embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating on the incident will not help me to grow as a human being. What I need to do is try to learn from it. At the end of the day, how well known you are, there are still people who does not care about your star power. Salute the person who did his job and shame on me for not following the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pledge from today onwards is to walk the talk. I need to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-5742388886257238124?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/5742388886257238124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/08/invinciblility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/5742388886257238124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/5742388886257238124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/08/invinciblility.html' title='Invinciblility'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-3272484844323841079</id><published>2009-08-06T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:37:10.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>How Do I Move From Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(...background music "Mama Do by Pixie Lott"...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you go on the journey of exploring every angle of life, you would think that you have figured everything out. You would tell yourself that life is so routine that you are getting bored. But the universe has the tendency to throw you a curve ball from time to time. And when this happens, you are either prepared or not. In my case it was so fast that I was still in denial towards this moment of writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ball approaches you, it was something off guard. Therefore it raises the question, "should I go through life worrying that something will go wrong or believe that what happens have its reasons?". Although what happened did not affect me directly but it does until now traumatize me. The vision is still playing in my head, haunts me. There will be moments in a day that I felt a pool of tears building up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do I move from here? Will everything be back to normal? What is normal anyways? As I am good at putting a brave face as to ensure to all that I am fine, but I am not sure until when I can suppress all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-3272484844323841079?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/3272484844323841079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-i-move-from-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3272484844323841079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3272484844323841079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-i-move-from-here.html' title='How Do I Move From Here?'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-5803608151599121544</id><published>2009-07-28T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:38:37.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Delayed Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(background music courtesy of Beyonce - Halo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this issue of really knowing to express my anger in a much healthier way. Therefore I have something that what I call as 'delayed rage'. Out of the sudden when my suppression mechanism is not working maybe due to tiredness, overwhelm with work or etc, the things that I have suppressed will start to boil-off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yesterday was one of those days. Apparently when you suppressed a month worth of rage, you basically can become almost insane and tiring. I am still recovering from this emotional tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;(background music courtesy of Kelly Clarkson - Already Gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am the type of person where it is easy to suppress the rage as I am afraid that somebody will get offended. But I know that this is not healthy. The only way is to release it. But how do you release the anger without offending anyone? That is the difficult part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do is to throw my conscience to the wind and hope the universe will answer back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-5803608151599121544?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/5803608151599121544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/delayed-rage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/5803608151599121544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/5803608151599121544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/delayed-rage.html' title='Delayed Rage'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-3008036351909206974</id><published>2009-07-26T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:43:25.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Another Weekend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This weekend is not much different from any other weekend. Woke up, may or may not go for breakfast, brunch maybe, sit at home watching TV series or DVDs and wait for anyone to call for some outdoor activity. It is so freaking routine that the thought of committing suicide came across my mind a few times (kidding!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the thought of doing work i.e. actually office work would bring me out of my misery is the only way out of this tiredness, it shows that I am too long in this place. I need to 'refresh' myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will the time come for me to get out of this routine? Just pray that it will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-3008036351909206974?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/3008036351909206974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3008036351909206974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/3008036351909206974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-weekend.html' title='Another Weekend....'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-1684937425614079327</id><published>2009-07-25T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:49:06.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Another BBQ in Bintulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another successful BBQ in Bintulu. This would be my second BBQ this week as the first was done last weekend. It is pretty tiring but the payback is priceless. Each BBQ that was organized or co-organized, I never really eat to enjoy the food. This is because I pretty much tired of running here and there to ensure that everything is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly enjoy the company. Although we usually hang out during dinner at the same stall every single night, this will create a new ambiance for socializing. Tonight was no different from any other night. Last week was 'grown up' session. Well this week was when the 'juniors' are also around. So would expect all sorts of character, which was fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax of the night in every BBQ, is playing charade. This to me is the highlight of staying in Bintulu. You can see all sort of 'suppressed' behaviors start to come out. The shy will bring down the wall and release all inhibitions. But the most entertaining of all, is when they tried act out the scene which damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people were to ask me what will I remember the most about being in Bintulu, well the answer is pretty simple, having BBQ with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-1684937425614079327?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/1684937425614079327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-bbq-in-bintulu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1684937425614079327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1684937425614079327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-bbq-in-bintulu.html' title='Another BBQ in Bintulu'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-13848796300270412</id><published>2009-07-25T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:46:18.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Hmmmm......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today struck me as a wake up call. I just realized that I have been procrastinating a lot. Damn! I will be off soon for a month and it would be very bitchy of me if I just let go of the work. So today I made a list of things need to be finished before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that a regretful decision! The list never seems to end. So this calls for the categorizing of the things into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Urgent/Important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Urgent/Not Important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not Urgent/Important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(I believe that is how they categorize it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how, there are a lot of things that I need deliver but little time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so what are you waiting for??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is to start right now slowly but surely. As this goes, the momentum will start to pick up. So stop blogging and start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-13848796300270412?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/13848796300270412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/13848796300270412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/13848796300270412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm......'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-9078092253634922247</id><published>2009-07-22T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:19:58.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Crazy Crazy Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was a hectic day although God knows what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the same routine of going to the morning meeting to update on the progress of this project I am attached to. Then went back to my workstation and saw this email from the GM's secretary saying that he urgently wanted to see me. At this moment in time the thing that went through my mind was, "Did I screw up anything?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appointment was at 9.30am. Unfortunately he had something urgent prior to this appointment and it dragged on to 10.30am. Then rushing the discussion with him as he needed to be somewhere in a few minutes. The first question he asked, "Are you fine with the arrangement?". My respond was, "Huh". I just could not digest what was the subject. The he started to explain further and I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that 'yes', I have just committed myself to the biggest responsibility ever that I had to carry. Oh my. Only God knows how pressured I feel right now. But it is time for me to get out of my comfort zone and be out there. It is also a measure of how much value I have added to myself. Just need to work even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the day, my boss asked me, "What just happened?". Then I found out the target of 3 months just disappeared. It shows that you can plan to a certain extend but at the end of the day, everything comes to what has already spelled out for you. The boss asked me to find out why did it happen? So tomorrow will be CSI mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I have not contributed much but I felt every exhausted. This is still puzzling me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-9078092253634922247?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/9078092253634922247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-crazy-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/9078092253634922247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/9078092253634922247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-crazy-crazy.html' title='Crazy Crazy Crazy'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-1726723636790421800</id><published>2009-07-21T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:04:46.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Got the news that I have been waiting for. The news of having the opportunity in making an impact outside of my comfort zone.These are basically the feelings I felt when I received the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is like the world is mine. I made a small victory dance in the toilet to avoid people seeing the freak show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving on Hari Raya Eve. This will be my second year not celebrating this festival with my family due to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not able to meet people's high expectation and tarnishing the good name of my organization as this is such a high profile project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how to react actually with all this mixed feelings. Maybe I will try to take it easy and just inhale this good news and except the fact that God has created an opportunity for me to make an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I will definitely give 200% of myself into this. I need to start working now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-1726723636790421800?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/1726723636790421800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/mixed-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1726723636790421800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/1726723636790421800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-2715285921887712889</id><published>2009-07-20T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:17:08.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I Am Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The saying is that, "Always give your best". Well sometimes it can bite you in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving it my all is always what I try to give in work. However, by doing so the expectations of people is so damn high that they start to think that you have no limitations. At the end of the day, I am only human. Therefore it is very stressful to be in this position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alternative is not to give it all. Make yourself not dependable and people will definitely leave you alone. But this is not acceptable as you are not fulfilling the responsibility given and how will you get the blessing from the Almighty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is the best way to handle this. Maybe as middle road, the word NO would be very useful. This is only useful if you have already identified what is the limitation that you have. With that you will be able to make sound decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that I believe we could work on together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-2715285921887712889?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/2715285921887712889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-torn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/2715285921887712889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/2715285921887712889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-torn.html' title='I Am Torn'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079064885760030477.post-8141537973116446653</id><published>2009-07-19T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:08:37.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opening'/><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This would be one of the moments that I would scream out loud, "What were you thinking?". This would be my second blog. The first was created in 2005 when I was posted in Bintulu. However due to some 'timing' issues, it seems to be forgotten and I believe should have been discontinued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the second try? I am not sure actually but as the title of this blog is "My Therapy Session", it is actually my therapy session. This is because I have difficulties in releasing and expressing my emotions. I tend to suppress everything until to the extend of I just feel like exploding. The stress is getting to me as it is showing from the inability to fit comfortably in my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! What an opening statement? The entry will be just me expressing myself. I am not sure if anyone will pick it up, but at the end of the day, it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079064885760030477-8141537973116446653?l=fikrihairiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/feeds/8141537973116446653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/8141537973116446653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079064885760030477/posts/default/8141537973116446653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fikrihairiri.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>fikrihairiri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475040602982717597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NvJxF6nveA8/SmMJG75aFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnaLC0FCVFA/S220/100_1735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
