Month: February 2009

the voice that something..

Well i was kinda taking my weekend rest having my good time at home and stuffs, watched TV and all, when accidentally watched One In A Million concert..

Straight to my point, i was and am still, very impressed with one of the contestant Elizabeth or Ester, who is from Sabah. She really is something!…i am not a real fan of any reality Tv or whatsoever, but to hear her voice, her singing, well..she really got the talent i tell ya..

So i google EasterOIAM, i know someone out there as keen as me, will upload last nite concert :)..and yeah..its in youtube!!

This 21 yrs girl do Better In Time by Leona Lewis, but in her own style, fantastic style..It was like.. there’s a spirit when she sang the song..She captured me…

Well guys, she can go far..check out her video..


Its been the longest winter without you
I didnt know where to turn to
See somehow I cant forget you
After all that we’ve been through go in, come in
thought i heard a knock
who’s there?
no one
thinking that i deserved it
now i realize that i really didnt know
you didnt notice,
you mean everything
quickly im learning, to love again
all i know is, imma be ok

thought i couldnt live without you
its gonna hurt when it heals to
it’ll all get better in time
even though i really love you
im gonna smile cause i deserve to

it’ll all get better in time
how could i turn on the tv
without something there to remind me
was it all that easy
to just put aside your feelings
if im dreaming
dont wanna let,
hurt my feelings

p/s : she got immunity for next concert, so no worries, next week still can watch her perfomimg!..And if you listen carefully, someone from the crowd screaming BULI BA KALAU KAU!!…haha…go Girl!


All my stuffs are packed, im ready to go…

Today will be my last day in my Phelio Dmanasara Office..Will be shifting to HQ at Maluri Cheras…I hate it..I will have to wake up very early every morning,have to go through THE BEST jam, and the parking lot is…. arghhhh!!!

It takes me 2 weeks to pack all my things..well nothing much on my personal stuffs, just all the servers, networking that need to properly take out, and well, have to properly install it back at HQ! I hate it! Its very troublesome, plus i need to reconfigure everything back, eeeeeih!

The mess i did in office
My luvly working place…:)
I am a girl who breakfast, lunch, dinner on her desk 🙂
Oyeah inside the kotak are all the hardware that need to re-configure..
My best friend the interactive phone..
My ‘bed’

The messy pantry
My not-my-fav machine

Well…i do still have to…let me sing the ‘leavin’ on a jet plane’…

Everything I Know About woman

I read this from The Times Online and it absolutely worth to share :)..

As a single man in my mid-thirties, I’ve spent 20 years trying to understand women, with mixed results. It wasn’t until six months ago, however, that I was given a clear insight into how the female mind works.

It came in the form of Lou-Lou, my two-year-old niece. I know, as a grown-up, that the onus is on me to teach her useful stuff rather than the other way around, but in this case, the instruction was mutual. I taught her how to wink, blow raspberries, burp and count to 10, sort of. “One, two, three, seven, nine, ten”, which is good enough for me, as, personally, I’ve always thought the numbers four, five, six and eight were overrated.

In return, I learnt more about women in two months than I had gleaned on my own in two decades. This does not mean, by the way, that I think women are like two-year-olds and should be treated as such. I love my niece. I respect my niece. I’d dive on an unexploded grenade for my niece, and not just to amuse her. I would only dive on it if there was real danger of it exploding and hurting her. Women are all individuals and I’m making generalisations, but in the two-year-old Lou-Lou is the undiluted, unaffected essence – the “id” – of womanhood. Here’s what I’ve learnt.

1 Ignore them

1If I come into a room and bounce up to Lou-Lou like a clown, trying to amuse and entertain, she blanks me completely. It’s as if I don’t exist. If I walk straight past her, however, I guarantee she will call out my name and want to play with me.

2 Bribe them

Gifts work. Preferably something noisy or sparkly. With Lou-Lou, that means stuffed animals that sing or sequined hair grips. With grown women, I suppose that equates to, say, cars and jewellery.

3 Compliment them

I’ve mistakenly always held that compliments are like diamonds: valuable only for their scarcity. Flood the market and they lose all value. Not so. Lou-Lou poos in her nappy, everyone cheers – as if she just came up with a workable solution to world hunger – and she beams like a lighthouse. The same works with grown women, although, of course, only the general principle applies rather than the specific example given here. (I learnt this one the hard way.)

4 Listen to them

I’ve spent my life trying to preempt what women want. I needn’t have bothered. If I just pay attention, Lou-Lou will tell me exactly what she wants: eat, dance, doll, jump, run, sing, play, read. Then all I have to do is organise it. How much simpler my life would have been if I had listened and acted accordingly.

5 Apologise

It doesn’t matter what you’ve done. It doesn’t matter if you don’t even know what you’ve done. I might have slighted Lou-Lou by putting the wrong doll in the pram. What seems to you or me like a minor infraction is, to her, on a par with genocide. The best policy is to throw yourself on her mercy and beg forgiveness. But you must sound sincere. You don’t have to be sincere, just sound sincere. This is so elementary, yet how many men ignore this advice?

6 Let them do it

Whatever “it” is. No matter how ridiculous it may seem to you, let her do it. When Lou-Lou gets an idea into her mind, there’s no talking her out of it. In fact, be supportive, encourage her even. Then sit back and hope she discovers for herself that it was a stupid idea. The downside is that she might decide it was an excellent idea. One day, I found myself playing dolls’ tea party for two whole hours and drank so many cups of imaginary tea, I was imaginary peeing all afternoon.

7 Don’t tell them what to do

The best way to guarantee that she doesn’t do what I want is by telling her to do it. The clever thing is to make it seem like her idea – and make it seem fun. One of my proudest moments was convincing Lou-Lou that watching the rugby World Cup final would be more fun than playing in the sandpit.

8 Don’t complain to them

This is a tricky one. What I mean by this is, don’t burden her with your petty problems. When I complain to Lou-Lou about a bad meeting or a sore back, she couldn’t care less, but if there’s genuinely something wrong, she will instinctively sense it and, with one hug, pick me up more than I thought possible.

9 Don’t argue

There’s simply no point. You will never win, and if you do win, it will be a hollow victory because of the mood she’ll be in for a long time afterwards. Quite frankly, who needs the aggro? This leads to my final and most important point:

10 Don’t make them cry

There is nothing more distressing than watching Lou-Lou’s enormous, innocent brown eyes overflow with tears, while her mouth becomes a gaping, drooling, mournful air-raid siren that pierces through to the core of my heart. I’m utterly defenceless when she cries. And there’s no known antidote. Food? Monkey impressions? A pony? Stabbing myself in the eye with a chopstick? I will agree to anything to stop her crying – and doesn’t she.

Jenny Jenny Please Don’t Cry

Daddy said he loves his little Jenny so much,
And Jenny love him too, jenny missed him too..
Jenny pray that everyday daddy will kiss jenny goodnight,
Daddy will sing a lullaby for Jenny..
And tucked Jenny to bed..
But God never answer Jenn’s prayers..
Daddy still says he loved his little Jenny…

Daddy Daddy Daddy don’t go…
Daddy stare and hug jenny, he kissed and it feel so good,
So safe in Daddy’s arms..
But Daddy let go and walk away..Daddy didn’t look back..

Jenny wants Daddy
Jenny wants to bake a beautiful cake on Daddy’s birthday
Jenny ask Mommy to write a poem to Daddy
That ended ‘Jenny loves Daddy with all her heart..Daddy please stay’
Jenny saw a tears in Mommy’s eye..

20 years had passed, Jenny forget how to love Daddy
Maybe Jenny used without Daddy
Maybe Jenny love being with little Dala-Dala
And jenny erase Daddy from memory..

And one day, Daddy come home
Daddy said Daddy love his little Jenny
Daddy wants his little Jenny,
Jenny hug Daddy, jenny kissed Daddy
Jenny hates so much to bring back the memory
Jenny wants so bad to say Jenny love Daddy
But Jenny didn’t..Jenny walk away, jenny didn’t look back,
It hurt so much when Jenny didn’t say the words jenny wants to say badly..
Jenny loves Daddy….
But Jenny knows,
Daddy didn’t love Jenny alone,
He loves Brenda more, Daddy’s little angel…
Daddy leave, cause Daddy loves Brenda more…

Daddy Daddy Daddy, if only Jenny knows before..
Jenny wont spend 20 years trying to figure out why Daddy don’t love Jenny….