<?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-8970159727062372635</id><updated>2011-05-04T21:58:31.678+08:00</updated><category term='gym'/><category term='movie'/><category term='happy readings'/><category term='health'/><category term='general'/><category term='little notes'/><category term='work'/><category term='trips notes'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>Autumn Moth</title><subtitle type='html'>Hitting the big 3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>409</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-779264314348326206</id><published>2011-05-03T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:38:00.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy readings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little notes'/><title type='text'>I love 'thank you's</title><content type='html'>I helped out 2 friends of mine with a simple leaflet job and a birthday party eDM over the weekend, and I got their replies today. They were so happy about the outcome - It feels great when somebody sincerely thanked you for something you helped and you can feel how grateful they are (in this case, through their emails). So much love, so many 'thank you's -&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling awesome today *pat pat myself on the shoulder* and moreso because I'm doing this expecting nothing in return :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good karma earned, Autumn Moth! Keep it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-779264314348326206?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/779264314348326206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=779264314348326206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/779264314348326206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/779264314348326206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-thank-yous.html' title='I love &apos;thank you&apos;s'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6862223389701605047</id><published>2011-05-02T23:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:38:00.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>只能说句。。</title><content type='html'>Moth a little note:&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是我要求高，但有些事不是说‘因为没有‘就应‘立即接受‘。&lt;br /&gt;很多事情不是说合得来就一起，合不来就连朋友也做不成。那是多么肤浅啊！&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你的体贴，喜欢你的幽默感， 但。。也只纯粹属于朋友之间的‘喜欢‘。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你传来的第一个简讯，说了句 “ 醉了 ， 想你。。”&lt;br /&gt;你传来的第二个简讯，说了一句 “其实。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实。。 我都看懂了， 你想说的， 你想问的， 我都很清楚。&lt;br /&gt;也应为太清楚了所以我才不想伤害到你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我问你“怎么了？”， 你却想了很久才回答一句 “没什么！是我想太多了".&lt;br /&gt;真的是这样吗？。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但也还好。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为如果你当真写了你心里所想的， 我的答案绝对是句‘对不起‘ 。&lt;br /&gt;我，倒觉得保持现状比较恰当。。&lt;br /&gt;至少我还可以约你出来吃吃饭聊聊天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也希望你别想太多了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6862223389701605047?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6862223389701605047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6862223389701605047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6862223389701605047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6862223389701605047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='只能说句。。'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4932402074100755738</id><published>2011-05-01T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:38:00.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>You are no mermaid! You can't sing, let's just face it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Something to BITCH about&lt;/b&gt; LOL - always the more entertaining side of my life. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was at the swimming pool today and getting to the other side of the pool was a PAIN to my ear!! Nope, not because of the water pressure or anything to do with my swim skill. Some freaking dude at the other side was relaxing by the poolside (no complains bout that) but not just that, hoo-boy this fella was singing his lungs out in a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sodagreen" target="_blank"&gt;Soda-green&lt;/a&gt; voice in some super off-tune pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like HELLO? UN-KER!&amp;nbsp; So-what if you have 6packs?!&lt;i&gt; You-no-brain!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dah-lah&lt;/i&gt; you wanna show-off listening to mp3 inside the pool (I have no idea if its an iPod), you're treating this like your own blardy mini concert; anyone who swam to that side of the pool will have to bear with your singing simply because they're too tired to do another lap. You, clever! The only thing I need to thank you for, is probably the willpower you &lt;i&gt;somehow or rather&lt;/i&gt; unconsciously provided me with, which gave me the power and might to swim back another lap just to get some peace.. Yeah, I did more laps than usual because of him, but ... NO! that doesn't give him the right to do so... GO GET YOUR OWN POOL YOU FAKE SODAGREEN wannabe (and he was singing to my usual karaoke favourite too - you blardy hell!!&lt;i&gt; AarrgH&lt;/i&gt; spoiled my nice beautiful song.&lt;i&gt; knnccbtnshkchklbbq!!!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAhh~ felt so much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4932402074100755738?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4932402074100755738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4932402074100755738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4932402074100755738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4932402074100755738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-no-mermaid-you-cant-sing-lets.html' title='You are no mermaid! You can&apos;t sing, let&apos;s just face it..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5398335680631751060</id><published>2011-04-27T18:36:00.065+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:03:00.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>When you reach 30...</title><content type='html'>After eight months of MIA at the gym, yours truly is back to the training scene. Although friends of mine were saying how they'd like me slim; like now; instead of bulky (claiming my head is smaller than my body when I am bulky), I still feel a need to work out those muscles again... In a way, I feel sorry for my abs, biceps, and chest, how very mistreated. THAT, and I really need to start exercising again for health wise - you know what they say about when you reach the big 3-0, your body &lt;i&gt;tends to be&lt;/i&gt; weaker et al....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUBBISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;correct&lt;/i&gt; way of saying it should be, when you reach 30, your body&lt;b&gt; IS&lt;/b&gt; weak. There's absolutely no denying it .. because.. *drum rolls* , yours truly just experienced the biggest humiliation and utterly embarrassing moment of his life LOL , so bad I feel ashamed of myself asking for MC for the day hurhurhur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of gym workout and 1 bad sleeping position (stiff neck) is all it takes to get me immobilized. My body was aching so badly, I can't turn sideways. There's no way I can lie down on bed in a comfortable position nor waking up from the bed without feeling my nerves twitching. ITS BLOODY PAINFUL and my arms were weak (like how you felt when you bumped the funny bone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN... I say, this is not good. Applying for day off when I'm &lt;i&gt;technically&lt;/i&gt; not really sick, sick.. but I really have to, cuz I can't even do a text message much less controlling the mouse and moving it around Photoshop and Flash.. I can die on the spot if I did :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moth :&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Hi [Operations Manager], you see.. my body was aching from my (much long-awaited) gym workout, and I need to take the day off"&lt;/i&gt; - that sounds silly already.&amp;nbsp; - F.A.I.L -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 months till 3-0.. TIGA PULUH! *freaks out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5398335680631751060?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5398335680631751060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5398335680631751060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5398335680631751060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5398335680631751060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-you-reach-30.html' title='When you reach 30...'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8062522351921947166</id><published>2011-04-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:08:48.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips notes'/><title type='text'>Shooting with iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We had the beauty of Bukit Tinggi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for a Saturday morning *blergh*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and plenty of starvation too)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq7xc8bH5MQ/TbLQC0B4vFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GJeWniUEsiM/s1600/IMG_0564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq7xc8bH5MQ/TbLQC0B4vFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GJeWniUEsiM/s320/IMG_0564.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT HAS BEEN A TIRING DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apa cerita?&lt;/i&gt; A bunch of us (me, Nicolensm, Butcher, BuBu and ah Fart) went on a half-day roadtrip to Bukit Tinggi today for photoshooting. What's the subject matter, you asked? HA! Definitely NOT the scenery (speaking of which, the place still looks the same when I first visited it during my college days ... about a good 10 years now *bo-ring..*). And to be grammatically correct, perhaps you should be asking WHO's the subject matter..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who? Who's the &lt;strike&gt;blardy hell&lt;/strike&gt; model that &lt;strike&gt;made&lt;/strike&gt; had us woke up in the wee hours of the morning?&lt;/b&gt; - A sweet photogenic plus size biatch, whose name is BuBu and has trouble posing. &lt;strike&gt;So much for modelling. Pfft~!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And what is this for? &lt;/b&gt;- Beats me. I have no idea what calls for this photoshooting session. And I absolutely can't make out why we need 2 photographers and 2 random iPhone users snapping zillions photos of the same subject LOL XD &lt;i&gt;macam-larr&lt;/i&gt; some local starlet-in-the-making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome of this is a bunch of hungry adults (tired too) and dozens of good photos with a dash of &lt;strike&gt;madness&lt;/strike&gt; laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steering off abit:&lt;/b&gt; Little did I know taking photos with iPhone, aside from camwhoring, can be fun (putting it to some good use :D). Being able to snap, crop and edit photos on the spot is amazingly challenging - I grew a liking for the Photoshop Express app - drains the battery like hell though :S - the more I'll need to invest in some portable charger / battery life extender shitz...do recommend if you guys know any that is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8062522351921947166?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8062522351921947166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8062522351921947166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8062522351921947166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8062522351921947166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2011/04/shooting-with-iphone.html' title='Shooting with iPhone'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq7xc8bH5MQ/TbLQC0B4vFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GJeWniUEsiM/s72-c/IMG_0564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4038120792781404741</id><published>2011-04-21T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T02:06:51.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy readings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Minna, Hishaburi..</title><content type='html'>Surprised?&amp;nbsp; .. well I am, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd want to blog again. But seeing all these posts and comments disappear as if it's no longer part of my life makes me feel bad. I used to like this blog of mine alot. And I truly appreciate all the comments from my friends - you know who you are - which is why I reverted to the previous template I guess. I checked the date of my last post - May 2009. Hey that doesn't seem too long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's easy to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how have I been? Not too bad..&lt;br /&gt;Happy? I say, no complains :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been a style of mine to update recent happenings even when I blog less. I used to&amp;nbsp;squeeze all the events in a month&amp;nbsp;in a single post, making it a post of the month. So&amp;nbsp;I figured, why not&amp;nbsp;a post of the year? Haha - 1 that encompasses all the events that took place on the 2nd half of 2009, the entire of 2010, and the first half of 2011 - yep,&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;IS a pretty pointless entry (but a good one to make me start blogging again, get the hang of it, and show you what I've been up to - &lt;em&gt;chehh wahh&lt;/em&gt;.. like very happening like that *giggles*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for a fabulous pangkor trip with the insoms. Will never forget&amp;nbsp;how it feels like riding on a bike over the hills and valleys just to reach the town for food! Nevertheless, a fun trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some old bastards took over the company, turned it upside down, made us his slaves - working through the night for pitches the entire world knew would not even take place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learnt how to swim, but no-no to floating - which means I'll probably drown unless I keep swimming WTF!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to Taiwan with Mom and bro after SO MANY years - for my cousin's wedding (no idea who he was until now). It was winter then, and I absolutely love the weather. Shall blog more about this when I have some free time to spare :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left the company for another shit hole - I don't even wanna talk about it - maybe except for the fact that the boss of that company is a blardy good gambler who conned us into playing mahjong - WHICH indirectly took back all the 'angpow money' he gave us. Damn the old fox!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broke my personal record for resigning on the 2nd month. Moved on to another place (yeah,&amp;nbsp;AGAIN)&amp;nbsp;- This new place is heaven! (okay, I exaggerated.. but no complains really.. up till now... well, maybe abit.. but that doesn't count).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Millfross is back to Melbourne - *sigh.. my Starbucks &lt;em&gt;kaki &lt;/em&gt;gone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite aunt passed away. May she rest in peace. Namo amidabbha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yunko&amp;nbsp;went to&amp;nbsp;Beijing for a greener pasture - there goes another of my Starbucks &lt;em&gt;kaki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got teased using an OLD un-smart dinosaur era phone. iPhone 4 comes to picture. You can imagine the rest..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started reading again. Very much over Haruki Murakami's&amp;nbsp;at the moment - thanks to Drew, who introduces me to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_Wood_(novel)" target="_blank"&gt;'Norwegian wood&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took part and joined &lt;a href="http://www.ptfmalaysia.org/" target="_blank"&gt;PT Foundation&lt;/a&gt; as their volunteer - ppl, please practice safe sex! More about this when I have the time to do so. We will be needing your help and support ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;.. and lately, someone told me.. I'm soon a godfather (&lt;em&gt;kai-yeh&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;to a child hahaha. Congratulations to my best friend, Bliss. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So yeap, that's it.. 1.5 years in 13 bullet points. Neat-huh? I have good memories wakakaka.. If you stumble upon this blog of mine again, do leave a comment and do share with me, what's up with you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4038120792781404741?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4038120792781404741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4038120792781404741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4038120792781404741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4038120792781404741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2011/04/minna-hishaburi.html' title='Minna, Hishaburi..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6027787051083792950</id><published>2009-05-31T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy readings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>B.O.B rulez!</title><content type='html'>Overheard something farnee at the mamak just now:&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: &lt;/span&gt;... and I asked him, what does he want to watch? There's Monsters vs. Aliens, Night at Museum 2, Angels and Demons... and he said he wanted to watch Monsters vs. Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; ... and when we got there (to the cinema), I asked her, where's the predators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; ... no predators..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; ... then who's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ju-kok&lt;/span&gt; (lead character)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; ... Aliens... AND monsters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 2-3 minutes into the movie.... as in THE ACTUAL MOVIE playing... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; ... ( thinks to himself - this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; is pretty long ) ... psst, Where's Monsters vs. Aliens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; THIS is Monsters vs. Aliens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; Haaarrr??! It's an ANIMATION!??!?! (NOT ala Aliens vs. Predators sama itu macam mehhh??!!) $)*&amp;amp;@$#)@)&amp;amp; ( kena con !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.. Tsk.. what odd but cute couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6027787051083792950?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6027787051083792950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6027787051083792950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6027787051083792950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6027787051083792950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/05/bob-rulez_31.html' title='B.O.B rulez!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8157298710190981695</id><published>2009-05-26T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Nazi's camp eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;liberal &lt;/span&gt;person who practices &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dictatorship&lt;/span&gt; and rejects &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;democrac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; altogether&lt;/blockquote&gt;What do you call a man like this? Here in our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugly-looking-work-environment&lt;/span&gt; (as he puts it), we called it our new LEADER &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what's in store for us *highly anticipated* ... oh JOY!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see where he'll bring the team towards..&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see where he'll bring the company upon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see his expression when he finds out everyone thinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just an old fart! Tee hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah.. I am being sarcastic. Too much pressure these days. So sue me. BLEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8157298710190981695?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8157298710190981695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8157298710190981695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8157298710190981695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8157298710190981695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/05/nazi-camp-eh.html' title='Nazi&amp;#39;s camp eh?'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8316701679794867121</id><published>2009-05-16T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10% is not enough  - Part II</title><content type='html'>I had the confirmation letter with me the entire week - and I'm not signing it (at least till I nego with my Creative Director and talk things out :p). Naturally enough, HR inform my CD and that's when he came up to me on MSN and starts asking me if I'm still confused with the company's new structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.. of course I am! Everytime I asked about the company, he'll have thousands, if not, hundreds of things to say about the company's future planning, but none a focused direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD kept reassuring me that things will be in control, that I NEED NOT worry about the structure (although he did admit its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abit messy&lt;/span&gt; now) and resources available and that his art directors will always be '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;', thus asking me to stop PMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8316701679794867121?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8316701679794867121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8316701679794867121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8316701679794867121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8316701679794867121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-is-not-enough-part-ii_16.html' title='10% is not enough  - Part II'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5437879290133260558</id><published>2009-05-12T19:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>10% is not enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;.. the confirmation letter from the HR this morning. I was supposed to sign and return it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on the spot&lt;/span&gt;. (wtf?) HR looked at me, quietly informing me of the 'slight' increment that my boss instructed *pointing at the sum written on the letter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've talked about the figure with your boss, right?&lt;/span&gt;", she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically speaking, YES my boss did inform me of the increment - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;.. in which, I did not agree to anything. I remember telling him, I'll speak to him (re: issues / new company structure / the salary)  once I receive the confirmation letter. NOW, the weird part is, I haven't sign anything but looking at last month's payslip, the salary part has already been tuned (increased) - is this normal OR the company isn't giving me much chance to consider/negotiate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5437879290133260558?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5437879290133260558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5437879290133260558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5437879290133260558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5437879290133260558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-is-not-enough_12.html' title='10% is not enough'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5115328564078438853</id><published>2009-05-07T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Template change :)</title><content type='html'>Hi people, I've implemented a new template to my blog! FYI, this current blogsite will be known as the OLD-autumnmoth.blogspot.com (look at the URL ;D). All future postings will be done at &lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/"&gt;autumnmoth.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. If you are redirected to this page (which I have no idea how), kindly redirect yourself to the right address (yea, you shall see a complete new layout) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;-Autumn Moth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5115328564078438853?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5115328564078438853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5115328564078438853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5115328564078438853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5115328564078438853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-template-change_07.html' title='Blog Template change :)'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-361487658885427458</id><published>2009-05-06T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe the Debt-free days :D</title><content type='html'>Oli moli Oli moli Oli moli... Don't know why but I wanna share this greats news with Auntie Guacamolie!! I finally paid off ALL my credit cards!! YeaH ALL THREE(3) of em'. I finally got rid of the 5 figure debts, WooHooooo! All by myself! No Ah-Long involved, no skim pinjaman, no loan, no gigolo-ing, no selling backside bwahahahha *don't worry!*. Just hard-work; dayjob and freelancing. Yayyyy!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have 1 less burden off my shoulder *pat *pat&lt;br /&gt;Phhhhooeee!~ *jumps in excitement*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of (close to) 28, Autumn Moth now needs to remind himself - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;,.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; misuse the god-damn cards ever again. MUST SPEND WISELY and make a good habit clearing out the cards each and every month&lt;sup&gt;*&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Terms and conditions apply :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Cannot have T&amp;amp;C meh? Must have exception(s) once in a while laa.... :PpPppPPp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-361487658885427458?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/361487658885427458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=361487658885427458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/361487658885427458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/361487658885427458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/05/breathe-debt-free-days-d_4124.html' title='Breathe the Debt-free days :D'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6971208088349035277</id><published>2009-05-06T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>あのね</title><content type='html'>Moth a lil' note&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あの。。。I just got a RM382.41 cheque from LHDN for '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cukai terlebih bayar&lt;/span&gt;'. But the amount stated in tax file submission is supposed to be RM428.41 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あの。。。What happen to the missing RM46? Can anyone tell me if this is usual thingy? I am calling LHDN tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6971208088349035277?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6971208088349035277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6971208088349035277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6971208088349035277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6971208088349035277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_2377.html' title='あのね'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-9002448130913241035</id><published>2009-05-04T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure moment of Silence</title><content type='html'>This, hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just attended my niece's wedding reception (cousin's daughter, a year younger than I do). All very well planned, beautiful bride and a handsome groom - supposedly a great evening. Indeed it was.. but what was kept and not known to the guests and some relatives of ours .. and even the bride herself is the fact that, there is death in the family on the very same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest aunt; my cousin's mother, the bride's grandmother has departed in the morning. My cousin decided to keep the news away from his daughter - my niece (the bride) - knowing it's her big day tonight and it's gonna be a long night for her as well. The show has to go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else tried their best to carry that smile on their face this evening. Pretending as though nothing happened. I felt disgusted at some point. Terribly disgusted knowing my aunt is all alone right now in the hospital, all of us here enjoying ourselves celebrating over the newly weds and no single relative is there for her. This is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very very &lt;/span&gt;mixed up feeling. VERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just .. bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame the groom and the bride - they know nothing, -nil-&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame my cousin - its her only daughter's wedding. Biggest day of her life. The reception is on, guests are there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my niece will stay strong upon receiving the news.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Aunt, May you Rest in Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-9002448130913241035?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/9002448130913241035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=9002448130913241035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/9002448130913241035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/9002448130913241035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/05/pure-moment-of-silence_7123.html' title='Pure moment of Silence'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-910049766532960291</id><published>2009-04-30T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new found idol *screams ATARI*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/Sf5-6UntJyI/AAAAAAAAANw/dR0t8vkzMMg/s1600-h/M1_myidol_m_kousuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/Sf5-6UntJyI/AAAAAAAAANw/dR0t8vkzMMg/s400/M1_myidol_m_kousuke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331838549286004514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kousuke Atari (中 孝介)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found myself a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kousuke_Atari" target="_blank"&gt;new idol&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very strong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shima-uta&lt;/span&gt; vocal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he's hawt! +Add points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LURRRVE his voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang&lt;/span&gt; have a fetish over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Japanese shima-uta technique..&lt;br /&gt;just like &lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2007/06/tears-for-you.html"&gt;Natsukawa Rimi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjsonytnFr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjsonytnFr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song Title:&lt;/span&gt; 花 (Hana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt; ユライ花&lt;br /&gt;中 孝介&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^^) 中孝介が好きです (^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-910049766532960291?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/910049766532960291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=910049766532960291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/910049766532960291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/910049766532960291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-found-idol-screams-atari_1526.html' title='My new found idol *screams ATARI*'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/Sf5-6UntJyI/AAAAAAAAANw/dR0t8vkzMMg/s72-c/M1_myidol_m_kousuke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-7517954395632883020</id><published>2009-04-24T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerja sampai MATI pun tarak terima kasih</title><content type='html'>I was labeled the 'Pitch King' by BuBu not too long ago - Simply because everywhere I go, I am instantly involved with pitches that took MOST of my working (and non-working) hours. It is as though I'm hired just to do pitch and art director is only my secondary task in the company. Life's a &lt;strike&gt;pitch&lt;/strike&gt; bitch lorr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I got involved in another pitch AGAIN. One after another. And I have no bloody idea why it has to be me again this time when there's another Art Director in the room as well? Please don't tell me silly rubbish like, "Oh cause he's been doing it all the while before you join, so.. you have to take over now" - because if you do, I'm SO GONNA twist your neck around clockwise 360 degree x 2 ! LIKE I HAVE NOT BEEN DOING SO PREVIOUSLY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LAR&lt;/span&gt;?? And it's not like I'm any better (&amp;amp;$@)(&amp;amp;$@ mumble* mumble* grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is, BuBu teases on saying "You wanna win next year Pitch King award also ar?" SIGH ....  -.-" like I have a choice like that. BuBu I hate you. I hate you deep deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after ALL the big hoo-haa and mad rush over the weekend. There isn't even a genuine Thank You - is ALL bosses like that? Or it's a common Malaysian practice to glu your mouth when its time to say thank you? Or am I requesting for alot here? THANK YOU jer maa! Noooo, the first thing they tell you after their presentation was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is P and C ya... Make sure you don't spread this out to anyone else ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have look like a complete nerd for them to say this. Pretty bad impression I gave them over my past 3 months here. Eesh.. I should have replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Duh... but...why? Duhh......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HeeeSshhh. Grrr.. ARrrGhh.. and recently I hate it when my taukeh says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No choice ge-lar.. Work late also have to work ge-lar.. Work over the weekend also have to come back to work ge-lar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like no other line like that. What happened to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let me know if you do not have enough resources to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's keeping you so busy? Can I be of help? Let's sit down and talk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We'll try to extend the deadline if it's really too ridiculous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Does your bosses say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-7517954395632883020?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/7517954395632883020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=7517954395632883020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7517954395632883020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7517954395632883020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/04/kerja-sampai-mati-pun-tarak-terima_6238.html' title='Kerja sampai MATI pun tarak terima kasih'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4151813202852062293</id><published>2009-04-17T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baru keluar</title><content type='html'>Something is very wrong with design colleges/university these days. No wonder most of them are jobless. Most of the fresh graduates &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in no particular order) &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;do not have the basic/fundamental design knowledge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;score high CGPA but with lousy portfolio - and i mean.. LOUSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;freak out when interviewer ask about expected salary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do not have any idea on the going-rate as a fresh grad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did not bring their portfolio with them for an interview (!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;majored in web, doing internship in anything BUT web/interactive firm, and wanting to be a web designer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;were taught the basic usage of softwares but was never told WHEN to use it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have no idea what grid is ... *knnccb*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is very '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lan si&lt;/span&gt;' .. they thought they know it ALL and learnt everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so NOT deserve a job. Serves them right :P &lt;-- this one got nothing to do with college/uni, simply my personal anger. C'mon, most of them are so not prepared during interview session! PRO ppl.. P-R-O!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can't even organise their files and folders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can't take simple instruction eg. happily filling up the application form in their own sweet time when they were told to wrap it all up in 15 minutes &lt;-- contributed by JayKid &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are super irresponsible to have accepted an offer then turn it down, then telling you they really like your company but.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;know what CSS is.. but stopped learning it for quite awhile......... .. . . ..WTF?!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wanted a web designer job now so that they can do online marketing in 2-3 years time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;applied for a web designer post but wanting to meet the clients more often and be the front liners.... . . . . haven't they heard of the 'sales team' or 'servicing team' . SUITS ppl.. SUITS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is not being honest about their ability. Cannot say cannot laaar, Dunno say dunoo laar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think online advertising = online banners -period- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is telling you how much they like Web 2.0 and then start telling you how they like Flash alot and its 'the' way the web should be ... WTF?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;... and etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All I ask for is just a 'decent' designer with minimal working experience (yes, internship counts) who knows good design and basic usage of design softwares with the right attitude towards work. Apparently, it's harder than I thought. I seriously hope I can find a replacement ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4151813202852062293?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4151813202852062293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4151813202852062293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4151813202852062293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4151813202852062293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/04/baru-keluar_6533.html' title='Baru keluar'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-2288533785864758634</id><published>2009-03-30T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Level -100%</title><content type='html'>This is a very bad day at work. And as I blog about it this very moment, I'm feeling extremely frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. fuck I don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;urrggh!&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-2288533785864758634?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/2288533785864758634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=2288533785864758634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2288533785864758634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2288533785864758634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-level-100_7859.html' title='Mood Level -100%'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3999482969665727896</id><published>2009-03-21T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I laughed .. so fake.</title><content type='html'>Close friends of mine will know I don't keep in touch with my exes. I may 'still' have their numbers on my mobile, but that's about it. Are we still friends?.. hMmm..  I guess it depends - some yes, some no. But even if I still treat them as friends (or vice versa), chances are I wouldn't meet up with them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw E at the gym today. He was attending the body jam class - still doing great :) I never really want a direct eye contact with him. So whenever I walked past the body jam class, I'd try to look elsewhere, pretending not seeing him *come to think of it now, it is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rather&lt;/span&gt; silly.. yeah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the class started at 3.30pm - which means it'll end at 4.30pm. I wouldn't want to bump into E at the locker room, where there's no escape and obviously  '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretending not seeing him&lt;/span&gt;' WILL NOT work anymore. It's not like I am escaping from him - I just wanna avoid that awkward-cum-embarassing moment (if any) - but of course if all fails, die die just say a 'Hi' or 'Hello' lorr (won't die gehhhh). So, I wrap things up about 4.10pm, thinking if I'm quick enough (quick shower and change), I can make it (as in, not bumping into him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was f*cking wrong (BAD BAD math equations.. yeah I can't count). Just when I was about to go get changed, he stood riggght in front of me... He stared at me for a good 1.5 seconds and then goes "Hey! I haven't seen you for a while now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....  sigh ..... this calls for PLAN B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Yah, I know. Almost a year now! I skipped gym you see *haar *haar *haar" :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started asking me if I still stay at the same place, still works in KL, how's life recently and then -stopped- .. Yah.. the conversation ended just like that. Not even a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good bye/catch you later&lt;/span&gt;'. He just walked off to shower and it sorta WOW-ed me a lil'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not least pissed. I'm just surprised, after 14 months not seeing him, our conversation lasted only 2 minutes with an odd '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;open ending&lt;/span&gt;'. But then again, he has always been like that. He initiates something, and doesn't end it the proper way - just as our used-to-be relationship *eyes rolling up* See? This is why I don't want any contacts with my exes. Sure feels strange!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-3999482969665727896?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3999482969665727896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3999482969665727896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3999482969665727896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3999482969665727896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-laughed-so-fake_9924.html' title='I laughed .. so fake.'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-7266527620100709158</id><published>2009-03-20T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unker! Hou sam lor....</title><content type='html'>After the &lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/01/scary-scary-aunty.html"&gt;Scary scary aunty &lt;/a&gt;case, now comes the irritating Uncle case. I think I might be the problem afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on my monthly medical checkup (yah again) and as usual, I'd sit at a corner waiting for my number. Then comes an uncle, looked at me, smiled.. and before I knew it, he was already sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; Alot of people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-horr&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle: &lt;/span&gt;Here to see doctor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth: &lt;/span&gt;Ah.. (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and his questions goes on and on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing blood test as well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if you don't do the checkup &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;You working or studying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Working as?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you stay&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Alone or with family &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered the first few questions, then gets very irritated. And I completely ignored him after awhile (but he did not gave up asking -.-"). AND THEN THE CUNNING OLD FOX SLOWLY REVEAL HIS ULTIMATE INTENTION....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; You read Chinese or English &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't matter.. anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; Let me show you something (took out a booklet from his bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; (Took the booklet. Read the title -"xxxx xxxx xx Christianity xxx") *SIGH!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle: &lt;/span&gt;What's your religion -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; I'm a Buddhist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN.. he goes on and on and on and on about Buddhism is about believing in fate, Christianity is about this that blah blah blah, we should believe in God blah blah blah, we have cell groups here and there yada yada yada, feel free to join us blah blah blah, you should practice this and that blah blah blah blah blah blah - you get the drift. *takes a deep breath!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY SERIOUSLY. No offence but.. Is this neccessary? at all? in the hospital?!?! You have your believes. I have mine. Stop asking me to switch! This is no direct marketing. Thanks but no thanks. And i don't even know you uncle! Grr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do in the end? I just ignore him, return the booklet and tell him I'm not interested sorry. I would've wanted to stuff his mouth with something nasty, but I did not, for I believe in karma.. lol :P *sigh.. *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-7266527620100709158?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/7266527620100709158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=7266527620100709158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7266527620100709158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7266527620100709158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/unker-hou-sam-lor_1327.html' title='Unker! Hou sam lor....'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-2716514805156054972</id><published>2009-03-20T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No! More work!!</title><content type='html'>YES! YES! YESSSSS! We won &lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-are-you-back-here.html"&gt;the PITCH&lt;/a&gt;! I won &lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/annoying-sial.html"&gt;Mr. Childish King&lt;/a&gt;. Serves him right! Hmph! Treat me &lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/kelabu-less.html"&gt;transparent&lt;/a&gt; nalaa! transparent nalaa! Bwahahahha. YAY! We got the project!! Na na na na na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I bumped into Mr. Childish King, remind me to say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey how are you? Oh yaa.. I'm so sorry, I grabbed the project from you. By the way, the client said if we did it well this round, there's more to come.. for us. So you better look for another multi-billion client to sustain your department ler -worr. Literally - Haii~ we're so busy, all thanks to you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahah I know I know.. that's so 'bitchy'. I felt like slapping myself too. But don't get me wrong. I may be proud and overly joyous with the result but I am still the very humble me when it comes to things like this.... well, maybe except in front of Mr. Childish King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from the even more childish, Childish Moth :PppPPppPpp so sue me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-2716514805156054972?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/2716514805156054972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=2716514805156054972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2716514805156054972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2716514805156054972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-no-more-work_157.html' title='Oh No! More work!!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8425358728438841581</id><published>2009-03-18T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning the art of patience</title><content type='html'>Moth a lil' random note:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear fellow readers: Please remind me not to take on any freelance job from ex-employers who did not assigned a proper Project Manager/Account Servicing team to handle the client because it sucks.  I sudah 'naik kereta'... a supposedly 1-week project is now on its 3rd week and the client is STILL changing the mocks. and the supposedly 2 revisions allowed is now on its Round 7 of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is.. The job is only 3k. How not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not complaining. Better 3k than nothing. Just need to vent out the frustration.... *breathe in.... breathe out....(thank goodness I learnt yoga before)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8425358728438841581?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8425358728438841581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8425358728438841581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8425358728438841581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8425358728438841581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/learning-art-of-patience_906.html' title='Learning the art of patience'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3287064663956733665</id><published>2009-03-14T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying sial..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A great dinner with BuBu, RLee and Nicolensm AND a great gathering with the crazy bunch (ex-colleagues from Kelabu Serata Dunia) at Guiness St. Patrick's event (organised by Kelabu Serata Dunia) instantly become a great turn off when the crazy bunchs' boss decides to kick in and pulled his staffs, my friends away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the Childish King&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a. 3 Meals - for those who know) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember seeing or reading any rules in the (Kelabu Serata Dunia) handbook which says current employee is not permitted/allowed to have any direct contact with old employees (those who resigned) - so why is this happening? Are we virus or something? We won't and don't contaminate / brain wash YOUR staffs. C'mon, like we can 'influence' them THAT easily-lar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you always said, they're adults laa - they do what they want. What's the point of restricting them making contacts with YOUR OWN old bunch of employees? We may be competitors now, but heck,.. like I would use them for my own benefits like that laaa. It's not like I would go about asking them what's their strategy in the pitch, how much you guys are quoting the client etc.  I WON'T DIG NEWS LIKE THAT. We're Professionals LOR... goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all we did was just sit down, talk, joke, laugh and have beers. Tsk.. You annoyed me so much. You annoyed me when I work for you. You annoyed me even more after I resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this, I'm not gonna let you win &lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-are-you-back-here.html"&gt;the pitch&lt;/a&gt;! This calls for a WAR! Don't you even think about getting close to that (near) 100 grand project! I'm not gonna let you take it away! I rather win the pitch, work day and night, restless as a zombie, work until d*e also I won't let you win it!! You slowly wait and see. $@&amp;amp;*)#(*!&amp;amp;_#&amp;amp;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRE IN THE HOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the 2 names (^o^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... ( I hope this is not too big a war :p &lt;span style="font-size:120;"&gt;我惊我玩不起哈哈哈&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-3287064663956733665?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3287064663956733665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3287064663956733665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3287064663956733665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3287064663956733665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/annoying-sial_6084.html' title='Annoying sial..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-759306476444011054</id><published>2009-03-14T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Hey! are  you BACK here? "</title><content type='html'>I used to work for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;. I am now working for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt; is calling for a pitch for its interactive project. A friend of mine, who is working at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt; asked if there's any interactive agency I could recommend as potential vendor. Naturally, I recommended &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;. What I didn't know was, at the end of the pitch - it was down between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;. What 'awesome' coincidence I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt; can't decide on one. They will make a decision based on creative mocks. Hence both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt; was called in for a creative briefing. I was there for the meeting. I was shocked to find out they will be doing the briefing to both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt; together at the same time - which bloody means I'd be facing my ex-team mates and my ex-bosses :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It... was kinda weird... MAKE THAT VERY VERY WEIRD AND AWKWARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know every single one of them  from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;. They are my friends. They were part of my family. I used to sit with them during meetings, discussing things and what-not. But today, (only 3 months after I left &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;) I was sitting at the opposite direction. Today, we're competitors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's.... STRANGE. I can't share my ideas with them anymore! But but but I felt so comfortable with them. More so, than my own (current) team. I wanted to WIN the pitch for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt; (or so, I used to think that way).. but now, I have to WIN for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;. It's abit of a drastic change :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt;... well, actually... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt; is under the same company but different divisions - which means.. I actually know the people from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt; as well. And almost every single person who walks in and out, I'd have to say 'Hi. How are you? It's been awhile :D'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even asked if I'm back (working for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;) -_-" and then I have to go through the trouble of explaining and telling them 'nawhh.. I'm here with my new company. We're the vendor bla bla bla'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahh.. really really awkward situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-759306476444011054?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/759306476444011054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=759306476444011054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/759306476444011054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/759306476444011054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-are-you-back-here_9054.html' title='&amp;quot; Hey! are  you BACK here? &amp;quot;'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8295335658522262825</id><published>2009-03-09T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And another 表哥 again!</title><content type='html'>It was Bliss' younger brother's wedding. Bliss being the nosy one, came up to me and asked if I want to be introduced to her cousin brother (biao-ger~). I looked at Bliss, shouting ... "Harr?? My own friend's &lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/biao-ge.html"&gt;BIAO GER&lt;/a&gt; again ar?? Want -meh!?" LittleBee, the girl sitting next to me got furious and asked WHY isn't she the one who should be introduced to instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Bliss said was, "Not 'ngam' you wan-larr".&lt;br /&gt;.............We immediately got the 'message'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss showed me who the cousin brother is, where is he sitting and so forth. I turned down the 'offer'... HARLO!? I'm here for the wedding reception weii. I just wanna eat my sharksfin soup weii... hahaha *kidding*. Think what??! Tengah clubbing arr now? I thought okaylaa.. I made it clear d. Bliss is not the pushy kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MANA TAU&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, Bliss came up to me again. This time, wanting to introduce her cousin sister to me - I've always heard about this 'unique' cousin sister of hers; in her near 30+,  no boyfriend, constantly under parent's surveillance, got curfews somemore etc. So I am like DEAD eager to find out who she is and how she looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coincidentally, the cousin brother was there chatting with the cousin sister as well. Bliss quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me over to meet them. Bliss said "Aiyah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon bin&lt;/span&gt; introduce my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biao-ger&lt;/span&gt; to you -laa" (but I don't think that's true lor... The 'soon bin' sounds more of like her PRIMARY goal -lorr!). She walked so fast in her long dress, I remember I kept stepping on her dress LMAO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fast forward a lil' - introducing the cousin sister took only 3 seconds. Introducing the cousin brother (and another guy I dunno who) whoaaaaa... Bliss took so long JUST to introduce who I am (her clossesst closssest friend) and giving super HINTS to his cousin brother that I am her '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ji mui&lt;/span&gt;' *I'm like... that's overly hard selling-lor dear!*. All is good. We shook our hands, the other person commented on my nice tie. Some fake laughs and "nice to meet you"and *PHEW*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell BLISS!! Yunko, another friend of mine laughed at the scene commenting the cousin brother looks abit too "squarish" (square-jaw) and he probably suits more as MY 'sugar boy' than me to him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHaaatevaaa~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8295335658522262825?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8295335658522262825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8295335658522262825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8295335658522262825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8295335658522262825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-another-again_1818.html' title='And another 表哥 again!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5211813921293818413</id><published>2009-03-07T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahn-yong Dong Hae!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/STMEWZtwa78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/STMEWZtwa78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissing You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by SNSD So Nyu Shi Dae (Girls' Generation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is so interesting about this MV?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the catchy tunes but more importantly,&lt;br /&gt;because DongHae is in it! XD Muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(honestly, I have no idea &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Donghae"&gt;who he is&lt;/a&gt; until I saw this MV :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;THIS, is DongHae&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SbVMBDzW_4I/AAAAAAAAANo/XMlfp5mY3KA/s1600-h/Donghae58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SbVMBDzW_4I/AAAAAAAAANo/XMlfp5mY3KA/s320/Donghae58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311234916637671298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lee DongHae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kakkoi desu! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SHOUTS OUT LOUD "DONGHAE~"&lt;br /&gt;*faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who are the girls you ask?&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5211813921293818413?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5211813921293818413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5211813921293818413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5211813921293818413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5211813921293818413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahn-yong-dong-hae_2277.html' title='Ahn-yong Dong Hae!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SbVMBDzW_4I/AAAAAAAAANo/XMlfp5mY3KA/s72-c/Donghae58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-2571625740619194286</id><published>2009-02-25T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>‘缘‘的不能拿</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;笨啊笨啊笨啊笨啊！！&lt;br /&gt;都是没戴隐形眼镜惹的祸。。&lt;br /&gt;难得看到他。。&lt;br /&gt;难得他表明了姿态。。&lt;br /&gt;难得他亲自走过来却因为看不清楚他是谁&lt;br /&gt;而不敢 “采-取-行-动”&lt;br /&gt;我！我！我 。。&lt;br /&gt;越想越不甘心，越想越气！！&lt;br /&gt;@)#*&amp;amp;*@$^&amp;amp;$@#!&lt;br /&gt;都怪自己啦！！&lt;br /&gt;早知道就不管三七二十一的给他拼了。。&lt;br /&gt;笨啊笨啊笨啊笨啊！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉~！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下次我不会再那么笨了 &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;一定要把他给吞了!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇哈哈哈哈哈哈~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;杀啊！！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by - 快疯的AutumnMoth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笨啊笨啊笨啊笨啊！！&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/8970159727062372635-2571625740619194286?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/2571625740619194286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=2571625740619194286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2571625740619194286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2571625740619194286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_5185.html' title='‘缘‘的不能拿'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-194917221280883734</id><published>2009-02-17T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Cupid</title><content type='html'>Karen and Albert is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; getting married! - after ALMOST 10 solid years now. THAT, is some big news. I don't mind getting the red bomb from them hey and more importantly because *drum rolls*....  I was their matchmaker XD (well, technically lar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen was my classmate back then during college days. We were in the same group for a particular project. Albert, on the other hand, is a friend I know from another course. To keep things short and simple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Albert has a crush on Karen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Albert wanted to confess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Albert wanted me pass his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love letter&lt;/span&gt; to Karen - According to Karen then, the letter goes along the line of '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can we be friends&lt;/span&gt;?' - the helpful me (who finds it FAR-nee) agreed to Albert's request.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karen denied the 'love' from Albert. Excuse: He just wanna be friends la.. (Obviously she hasn't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feel the love&lt;/span&gt; yet).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I then, became the official postman between the two. Passing letters/messages.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before you know it, they started sharing the same umbrella on 1 rainy day, walking home together... I MEAN, Albert walking Karen home, together. Ta-daa.. a new couple was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;When Karen breaks the news to me via MSN, I sent an sms to Albert congratulating them. The courteous Albert replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I need 2 thank u more than anything. Without u, then all this is not possible. Thx man, Owe u big time. Haha. So please come &lt;/span&gt;(to my wedding)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ya. I would like 2 intro u as my honourable guest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so sweet! Haha. Close friend of mine, Bliss, said I have done 1 good thing in life now,  WHICH IS GOOD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT horrr, there's a Cantonese saying "&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;不做中，不做保，不做媒人三代好&lt;/span&gt;" (loosely translated as Don't be the Middleman, Don't be the Guarantor, Don't be the Matchmaker and Three Generations of yours will be good) - In this case I am the "&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;媒人&lt;/span&gt;" (matchmaker) .. HOW? Three generations of my life ruined d lorr?? ~~ :p aiyooyoo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-194917221280883734?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/194917221280883734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=194917221280883734&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/194917221280883734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/194917221280883734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-cupid_8478.html' title='Stupid Cupid'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6459110208287729334</id><published>2009-02-12T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CodeName: C L I E N T</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with the Malaysian clients?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try to provide them with professional advice, they start throwing tantrums at you as they felt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are trying to outsmart them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, no one is trying to outsmart or to challenge anyone's intelligence here. Moreover, they're the client - we still need the paychecks from them. This is one very stupid thing statement. The whole point of engaging professionals from creative agencies at the first place is to get someone to help market their products/services via creative outputs - of course that includes providing solutions to the existing problems (if any), enhancing user experience and brand confident, and promote their sales (if applicable). So understandably, it's a 2-way communication. The role of the creative agency is to advise and convince but really, it's up to the client to make the final decision. So, who THE FU*K SEZ this is considered outsmarting them (the client)?! AND NOT AS IF WE'RE POINTING A GUN AT THEM AND FORCED THEM TO BUY WHICHEVER CREATIVES WE PROPOSED. WHY CAN'T CLIENT BE A LIL' BIT MORE REASONABLE? I KNOW LAA YOU ARE PAYING AND ALL - BUT.. WHAT THE FU*K? Just reject and learn to say 'NO' larr.. Is it so hard to say a 'NO. I don't like this idea' or 'NO. This is not what I'm looking for' ?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are giving them lots of problems, and their peers are giving them hard times as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking question is a problem. Clarifying something is also a problem. Calling them during working hours are also a problem. What, is not a problem? If you don't contact them, if you don't clarify what you're unsure of, you will get scolded eventually if you screw things up. 3 DAYS WORTH OF BUFFER PERIOD AND THE CLIENT MADE NO FU*KING COMMENTS OR MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT ADDING ADDITIONAL CHANGES AND ON THIS VERY LAST DAY THEY OH-SO-HAPPILY CHOSE TO BOMBARD YOU WITH CHANGES THAT ARE ABSURD! ... and they say you are giving them problem. I wonder where they learn their logics and common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can't take orders - "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just listen to what the client wants!&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sure, as though we work at McD's or KFCs and all we do is take orders. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Spicy or Original?"&lt;/span&gt; Bah! IF ALL WE DO IS LISTEN TO YOUR ORDERS AND WHAT YOU WANT, MIGHT AS WELL YOU HIRE A DESIGN FRESHGRAD AT THE FIRST PLACE AND JUST ASK HIM/HER TO DO WHATEVER SHIT YOU WANT! WHY ENGAGE AN AGENCY AND SPEND THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IN AD CAMPAIGNS!? BETTER STILL, JUST ASK YOUR SON/DAUGHTER/NEPHEW/NIECE TO FLASH IT OR HTML IT FOR YOU LARR. F.O.C !! and I bet they won't outsmart you or give you any problems. BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I get pissed off with people who thinks they're doing a good job simply because they have years of experience in the field, who thinks they know very well what they do when they don't and still get paid big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO the bitch? Someone from some airline with the initial AA. NOW, I didn't say who, I didn't say which client. You guess it yourself. I felt sorry for the one who is liaising with her and servicing the account. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6459110208287729334?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6459110208287729334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6459110208287729334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6459110208287729334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6459110208287729334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/02/codename-c-l-i-e-n-t_2520.html' title='CodeName: C L I E N T'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3764174213695567957</id><published>2009-02-11T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 a day without Facebook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Account Unavailable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your account is temporarily unavailable due to site maintenance. It should be available again within a few hours. We apologize for the inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. That's what I get when I tried logging in to Facebook. The entire afternoon (from 12pm onwards) has been very unproductive. I don't get to update my status, I can't comment on my friend's status, I can't 'ignore' applications/events/invitations, I can't reply my emails (as if there's any), I can't see who's slacking in the office and I can't *poke* Genesis_Boon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been relying on Facebook to pass time these days. Can't blame me. My dayjob has been pretty stagnent eversince CNY. Even the freelance job I took up begins to look more like a FULLTIME JOB than a part time. YaWn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna write new notes! I'm addicted to answering 47 questions, writing 25 random things, and randomly putting down songtitles as answers to some pathetic questions! UrgH! $*@&amp;amp;#(*@!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A FACEBOOK ADDICT! Just a frequent Facebook visitor v(^-^)v&lt;br /&gt;Sienz ... ~&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/8970159727062372635-3764174213695567957?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3764174213695567957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3764174213695567957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3764174213695567957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3764174213695567957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/02/12-day-without-facebook_4712.html' title='1/2 a day without Facebook!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-591524234139153701</id><published>2009-02-10T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice piece on a lazy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Never Happened Before&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwZeB7tbQvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwZeB7tbQvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm very sure, this never happened to me before&lt;br /&gt;I met you and now I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;This never happened before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, this is the way it's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I met you and now I see&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it should be, for lovers&lt;br /&gt;They shouldn't go it alone&lt;br /&gt;It's not so good when your on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* So come to me, now we can be what we wanna be&lt;br /&gt;I love you and now I see&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** This is the way it should be, for lovers&lt;br /&gt;They shouldn't go it alone&lt;br /&gt;It's not so good when you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *, **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure, this never happened to me before&lt;br /&gt;I met you and now I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;This never happened before (This never happened before)&lt;br /&gt;This never happened before (This never happened before)&lt;br /&gt;This never happened before (This never happened before)&lt;br /&gt;This never happened before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-591524234139153701?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/591524234139153701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4184202058691973924</id><published>2009-02-08T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is another 3 8 post</title><content type='html'>Was flipping through the menu at a Thai Restaurant when this, caught my attention :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHAO PAD GOONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Fried rice with prawn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHAO PAD POO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Fried rice with crab)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading it in an ala Cantonese way and burst out laughing like mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you want a to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kao&lt;/span&gt; a 8-gung (like me :p), just ask for a Thai fried rice with prawn LOL; and a Thai fried rice with crab if you wanna date a 8-poh ROTFLMAO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silly of me - I know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4184202058691973924?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4184202058691973924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4184202058691973924&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4184202058691973924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4184202058691973924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-another-3-8-post_3777.html' title='This is another 3 8 post'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4594600985224090418</id><published>2009-02-03T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One big round..</title><content type='html'>I got called into the boss' room this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably another new job briefing&lt;/span&gt;', I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started with how's working here and went on to how's the subordinates under me and before I could even finish what I have had to say, he stopped me there and cut straight to the REAL topic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is happening to Kelabu Serata Dunia (my previous company)? I heard alot of people is leaving. You told me once before during your interview but I can't remember. What's... What's wrong in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I go explaining to him again, the same shits that I told him during my interview months ago and then he went on explaining why he had to ask this again - apparently he's doing a favour for this friend of his who's interested to join Kelabu Serata Dunia. *SIGH* .. and I thought he wanted my honest opinion on HIS company and staffs. Macipet - -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out.. *breath in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The friend of his (my boss), is a candidate me and my ex-boss interviewed before (at Kelabu)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whom I HEARD (lately) has rejected my ex-boss' offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who has just added me on MSN (right after I walked out of my boss' room)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And gotten my MSN ID from an ex-colleague of mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who wants to know what's wrong with Kelabu because she heard me and Bubu has left Kelabu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who knows BuBu because she interviewed BuBu before at her current company.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;(What the hell...) *breath out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated-nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and how did I know she's a friend of my boss? Because I told him what happened this morning and she happily said, that person my boss was referring to, is her - because they met this morning while having breakfast and they talked about Kelabu and I happened to be from Kelabu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... enough of this post.. I am getting a headache..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4594600985224090418?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4594600985224090418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4594600985224090418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4594600985224090418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4594600985224090418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-big-round_7702.html' title='One big round..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-241557119267242085</id><published>2009-02-03T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep well... NOT.</title><content type='html'>I completely understand the need and significance of firecrackers/fireworks during the festive season especially last night when the Hokkiens celebrates and pray to the God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bai Tin Gung)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT FIREWORKS at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4AM IN THE MORNING!? Hell man, other people need their sleep wei! And not everyone took a day off the very next day. Very inconsiderate&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lor~&lt;/span&gt; And to top that up, the fireworks went on, not once.. but 2 to 3 times in a row! (on average 3 minutes per session). Some of my colleagues got that too around their residential area but was quickly 'settled' at the sirens of the (police) patrol car by 1-2am. I wonder why we didn't get that! *EessH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YaWnn.. . .          .                  .                        .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-241557119267242085?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/241557119267242085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=241557119267242085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/241557119267242085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/241557119267242085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep-well-not_9063.html' title='Sleep well... NOT.'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8870885107974744157</id><published>2009-01-24T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Flashers communicate</title><content type='html'>I was on MC the other day but opted to work from home because I know there's a deadline to be met (yes, aku ni sangat responsible mya ok?). So, I logged on to my MSN and typed in the following as the display message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onMC gotoAndWork ("at home");&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Its a flash actionscript look alike statement. I thought no one would take note of it until a few friends of mine (with overflowing programming juices) decided to pop me messages like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. onSick gotoAndRest ("sleep");&lt;br /&gt;2. onTonight gotoAndEat ("lousang");&lt;br /&gt;3. onMC gotoAndStop ("working");&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very amusing :D Darn those programmers! LOL XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8870885107974744157?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8870885107974744157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8870885107974744157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8870885107974744157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8870885107974744157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-flashers-communicate_9494.html' title='How Flashers communicate'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5731697739195705521</id><published>2009-01-22T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna throw my nose away!</title><content type='html'>HOU SAN FU ar!!&lt;br /&gt;My nose is blocked. Severely blocked!&lt;br /&gt;Can talk, cannot breath...&lt;br /&gt;Can breath, cannot talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOU SAN FU aaaar~~&lt;br /&gt;No, Vicks or Mentholatum doesn't work!&lt;br /&gt;Panadol Soluble and the medicine provided at the clinic downstair does no good either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT DR.CHAI!&lt;br /&gt;And there's 2 more hours to go till 6pm!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawwwwd~~&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BREATH!!! I HATE THIS!! DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blocked nose boi @ work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5731697739195705521?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5731697739195705521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5731697739195705521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5731697739195705521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5731697739195705521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanna-throw-my-nose-away_1605.html' title='I wanna throw my nose away!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-14329903562924192</id><published>2009-01-17T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary scary Aunty..</title><content type='html'>Aunties....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my regular checkup the other day. The entire 4 hours of waiting there at the outpatient clinic, there has been frequent eye contact with this 1 particular aunty. Don't ask me why, SHE started it - she's the one who kept staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare Stare Stare - never see a lengchai before ar harr!? Really "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sit-dai saii...&lt;/span&gt;" to the aunty *ke-lian*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story. After my checkup and all, as I was waiting for my turn to make my next appointment (so happened she's there as well), she smiled and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty:&lt;/span&gt; Going back larr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth:&lt;/span&gt; Ah, Ya-lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt;: Eh, take this *passed me a leaflet and namecard*.. I am from this famous direct marketing company. Very famous wan. HerbaLife - I'm sure you heard of it! You know ar, all this recovering period arr, we must always maintain our body you know. These products ar *pointing a the leaflet* is good for our cells, not for body you know, is for the cells. Must maintain! (and more blah blah blahs..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth:&lt;/span&gt; Ahh... ha... (seriously I have no idea what the Herba-F*ck-Life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty:&lt;/span&gt; You got namecard ar? Next time I call you - I tell what you must do. Must maintain. Cannot just rely on meals and diet. This, very good. Maintain your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth: &lt;/span&gt;*think quick* NO WOR, I don't have a namecard.. ( thought can escape )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty:&lt;/span&gt; Oh nevermind *pulls out a book from her handbag*, Nah.. write down your name and a contact number, I will call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth:&lt;/span&gt; *WTF?! - wrote it down (yah I know -.-")*  You call laaa.. you call.. (thought of giving her a fake no. but then again, she's just trying to be nice.. so I be nice too ya.. plus I can always ignore her call or reject later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty:&lt;/span&gt; Okay okay, we serious arr, not playing here ar. I will call you la then. These things ar *pointing at the leaflet again* no kidding, save alot of lives. Okay arr.. Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth:&lt;/span&gt; ahh.. *smile fakely* Bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT EVERYTHING IS OVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Days Later (working hour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AutumnMoth picks up a call from his handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty:&lt;/span&gt; Harlo? Kenny ar.. This is XXX from HerbaLife ar, remember ar! Eh you working ar now? Actually you free to talk now arr hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth&lt;/span&gt;: ahh.....*terus sien already* Actually NO LOR, I'm quite busy now *not true, yes I lied :p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty:&lt;/span&gt; Oh *sounds disappointed* Actually no larr, there is this talk on the products this week, thought of asking you to attend. What time you free then? I call you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. I am not sure. I cannot give you a time right now. Tell you what, I will call you back... *pretending mode ON* - This is your handphone no. rite? Okay just checking, then I will call you back on this number when I am free. Thanks ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty: &lt;/span&gt;Ahh.. like that ar. What about tomorrow? I call you tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth: &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, I am a very busy man. I will have to check my schedule. So, its best I return the call instead. Don't worry I'll call you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty:&lt;/span&gt; Ahhh... okay larr like that. You remember to call ar. This, for real arr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth:&lt;/span&gt; AR! OK! BYE BYE *hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she approached me in a better way from the beginning, I really would have talked to her nicely rather than 'layan-ing' her this way. And I don't want to be mean and just DIRECTLY REJECT and ask her go fu*k off - unless she pisses me real bad laaa of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunties....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Aunties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Aunties who work in the Direct Marketing line..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-14329903562924192?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/14329903562924192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=14329903562924192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/14329903562924192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/14329903562924192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/01/scary-scary-aunty_1815.html' title='Scary scary Aunty..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3825081401967549360</id><published>2009-01-17T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A sex" repeated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth:&lt;/span&gt; hey hi, moth here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG:&lt;/span&gt; yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG:&lt;/span&gt; aiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG:&lt;/span&gt; no wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG:&lt;/span&gt; i tot which leng chai added me just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth:&lt;/span&gt; hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG:&lt;/span&gt; give me a sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG:&lt;/span&gt; a sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG:&lt;/span&gt; a sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG: &lt;/span&gt;aiyor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth:&lt;/span&gt; ahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AutumnMoth:&lt;/span&gt; ok ok sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG:&lt;/span&gt; one sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG:&lt;/span&gt; *malu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Give me a sex"&lt;/span&gt; Bwaahahahahahah.. SO SO SORRY DG! Can't help it. This one really cracks me up! Talk about being straightforward man hahaha. And yes, as the first MSN conversation with someone you barely know, THAT is memalu-fying-kan! LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPOROR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*DG is a client of mine - supposed to have a discussion with him online re: freelance job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-3825081401967549360?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3825081401967549360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3825081401967549360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3825081401967549360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3825081401967549360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/01/sex-repeated_6635.html' title='&amp;quot;A sex&amp;quot; repeated'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-2556235757827076324</id><published>2009-01-06T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay okay-lor</title><content type='html'>I've been punctual so far. 9am sharp for the 3rd consecutive day. What perfect record! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Psst! Most of them came in around 9.30am, ... some after 10am)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AutumnMoth, you're such a great employee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Mana cari!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MANA!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so deserve an Oreo McFlurry or a Chocolate Sundae right now..... for being nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of you asked about my new job lately - more often that not, my answer to you (over MSN) would be '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay okay-lor&lt;/span&gt;'. Just how "okay" it is? I couldn't tell yet. I don't know if its good. But I have not encountered any weird cases or people, so..  its not bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of which -Dear ICSB:  its probably your luck to have hired a PHILOSOPHER  who doesn't believe in anything and not knowing what grid is, as a designer. The people I've been seeing doesn't seem to fit into the range of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt; personality. Everyone's quite 'normal' here.... (or maybe its just for now.. i dunno-lar , but rest assured no emo-s around)&lt;/span&gt; :PpppPPpppPPpp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where was I, sorry..  aah ya, the new job. Basically, I've just been assigned 3 designers under moi (and another 3 under another AD) Let's just call them Tom, Dick, and Harry for now muahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom -&lt;/span&gt; known for his attitude problem, anti-social character and bad design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dick - &lt;/span&gt;known for his online banner skills, illustration and nice character but not-really-there design skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry - &lt;/span&gt;known for his CSS and Flash skills. The best among the three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty balanced, you reckon'? Some said I've got the worst three, but I beg to differ. They just need to polish their design + ideation + communication skills - that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeEEeeeKkKKkkks!!! which would mean alot of polishings to be done!! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha just kidding. They're FINE! Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Good cheerful juniors who's willing to listen to orders and instructions from yours truly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;muakakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;muaheeheeheehehee&lt;br /&gt;*power-hunger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa.... where is my Oreo McFlurry or a Chocolate Sundae right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-2556235757827076324?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/2556235757827076324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=2556235757827076324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2556235757827076324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2556235757827076324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-okay-lor_8199.html' title='Okay okay-lor'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-2551262984078715818</id><published>2009-01-05T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhat Daily Report #1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(What TO DO? Promised some unker I'll do this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 5th January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1 at "eeNie-T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went around saying "Hi. I'm AutumnMoth / Hi, AutumnMoth." *shakes hand* Repeat 30 times. Tired? Nope. I felt tremendously silly. I don't understand WHY CAN'T PEOPLE INTRODUCE ANOTHER PERSON TO A GROUP AT A GO. Like "Hi, everyone. Meet AutumnMoth -fullstop-". Not like I can remember each of their names anyway - which, turns out indeed, I really can't .. I'm pretty bad with names. But I truly thanked the fella who made me feel welcomed. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waited for a good 2 hours before my workstation arrives. Oh-la.. a Dell laptop (I dunno.. don't ask me why), with an external Samsung widescreen 17" LCD monitor - which I was previously told I'm not getting one - well, turns out to be quite a surprise~! (though I actually requested for the 22" mya -.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got 1 x Season Parking Pass - Yay~ parking covered~&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 x "eeNie-T" T-shirts - like I'm gonna wear it so frequently - -"&lt;br /&gt;Got 1 x "eeNie-T" 1GB PenDrive - no comment.... 1GB?! no comment...&lt;br /&gt;Got 1 x "eeNie-T" Pen - yay~ ... papers? Nope.. not provided. So what do I do with the pen? Am I supposed to shove it up somewhere?  Now now, don't get the wrong idea :P *Notti *Notti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While everyone (well, okay.. maybe NOT EVERYone) else is busy meddling with Flash and Photoshop, here I am doing 'nothing'. -nil- . Not wanted on a first day I guess :S ?? My only task for the day is to sit and wait till 6pm. And then go home (I MISS HOME!) - I don't want working life!! But I don't want study life either!! I wanna be a 'stick'. I wanna be a 'stick' that is pretty useless, in cantonese they called it "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fai cai&lt;/span&gt;" ... I wonder why kids never put that as an ambition. HmMmm... its REALLY HARD TO BE ONE you know! Sibeh challenging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then, I was 'properly' introduced in an email to all the staff. Email subject reads "Let's welcome our new colleague at the Creative dept". Email content reads "is a HE. He has got nice short wavy hair and fair skin." Hmm.... technically speaking, it's not wrong. But .. . . . .  I don't know, just sounded abit... off?. Anyway, thank you! Everyone then starts adding me to their MSN.... at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bla bla wants to add you ... allow?" - *click allow, enter*&lt;br /&gt;"Bla bla wants to add you ... allow?" - *click allow, enter*&lt;br /&gt;"Bla bla wants to add you ... allow?" - *click allow, enter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 7 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is: I don't know who is who. I don't even know who they are. This is gonna take some time. And NO, I'm not that extroverted enough to go say "Hi, sorry, I didn't get your name earlier... you are?" -  I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takkan&lt;/span&gt; I DO IT WITH EVERYONE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I left the office sharp at 6pm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh ya.. and how's the lunch time eh? --" Awkward (I can't spell *bleh). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There, my report on my first day at "eeNie-T" ~ AutumnMoth survived one(1) day&lt;br /&gt;Clap clap clap clap *cheer* clap clap clap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! HAPPY 2009!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-2551262984078715818?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/2551262984078715818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=2551262984078715818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2551262984078715818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2551262984078715818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-sick_9767.html' title='Home sick'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-7360538310150614710</id><published>2008-12-28T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back a few months then..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left Really Red&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joined Really Grey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stopped Fitness First&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voted for the very 1st time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad passed away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to know my aunt better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked for 21 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gained weight - -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st company trip with 200+ people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left Really Grey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to Fitness First again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trade off the old car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a new car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a new desktop and LCD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to Freelancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah, pretty much sums up 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-7360538310150614710?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/7360538310150614710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=7360538310150614710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7360538310150614710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7360538310150614710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-back-few-months-then_6816.html' title='Looking back a few months then..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4176967768637910622</id><published>2008-12-27T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Baby Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SWBkYIhQ6MI/AAAAAAAAANQ/y2EY_folxGg/s1600-h/vios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SWBkYIhQ6MI/AAAAAAAAANQ/y2EY_folxGg/s320/vios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287336328299604162" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud Owner&lt;br /&gt;Vios 1.5G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Hi to '8802' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4176967768637910622?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4176967768637910622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4176967768637910622&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4176967768637910622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4176967768637910622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-baby-boy_9113.html' title='My New Baby Boy!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SWBkYIhQ6MI/AAAAAAAAANQ/y2EY_folxGg/s72-c/vios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3532887441397608250</id><published>2008-12-23T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6927!</title><content type='html'>Thank You 6927!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been a great companion (except when it rains and the bloody wipers just wouldn't work!)&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to retire..&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to take a break..&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;ごくろ様でした&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-3532887441397608250?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3532887441397608250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3532887441397608250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3532887441397608250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3532887441397608250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/6927_2171.html' title='6927!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6401768409602619154</id><published>2008-12-19T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelabu-less</title><content type='html'>Got my exit letter. Today's my last day with &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelabu Serata Dunia&lt;/font&gt;. Time to say buh-bye to the bunch of &lt;strike&gt;ignorant fools&lt;/strike&gt; lembus~ wakakkakakaka. Lembu-lembu sekalian, you know who you are! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not bother sending out an &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adios amigos&lt;/font&gt; email like everyone else did on their last day (No way are they getting my MSN, email address and Facebook id! Blehh wakakakak!!!) Those who bother to care already know when my last day is anyway~ and I have said my 'buh-byes' to all of them (unless they weren't around/on leave - that, I can't do anything &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-kan&lt;/font&gt;?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang&lt;/span&gt; treat me transparent like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; GM *cough *cough - well, I can't do anything-larr. Itu dia mya pasal larr.. I don't have to waste my time thanking him since he doesn't bother doing so to me either :p (talk about '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siu-hei&lt;/span&gt;' man, hahahha I admit I am one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the person who hated me for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'changing things around'&lt;/span&gt; like the soon-to-be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; PM *cough *cough (who accused me of owing him RM1900) - well - REMEMBER THIS -  if you feel that things weren't justified in a fair way for you, voice it out and change it. Continue hating me  ahhahah... That way you will always remember moi~ bwahahhaha *evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH... I will miss Pavilion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6401768409602619154?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6401768409602619154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6401768409602619154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6401768409602619154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6401768409602619154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/kelabu-less_7628.html' title='Kelabu-less'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-1679543114907705695</id><published>2008-12-11T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>表哥 (Biao Ge~~)</title><content type='html'>I attended a lovely wedding last Sunday. Cyen is officially, officially Mrs. Fam now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shiawase-desu ne!&lt;/span&gt; I am so happy for her. There goes one of the girls that my Mom used to eye on (as her potential daughter-in-law) ~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AwwwWwww~~ &lt;/span&gt;:pPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... actually, that's NOT the point of the day! The point is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene 1 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;(at the wedding reception)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guy walks here and there with a cute little baby boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; *wave to the cute little baby boy* Hhhi~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shierl:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, you trying to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hi'&lt;/span&gt; to the boy or to the guy hUrr?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; *laughs* Obviously, trying to use the baby boy as the bait to fish the guy!! Hahahaha *does the fishing rod hand figure*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Do you think he's the father of the baby boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shierl:&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm.. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(several minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shierl: &lt;/span&gt;Then again, I think he is. He's been following and taking care of the child everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; *sigh* Can I hope, NOT? LOL.. *hiao*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene 2 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;(a mini gathering at Alexis, Bangsar)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth: &lt;/span&gt;He's the father!! It's his son!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shierl:&lt;/span&gt; ...  Ohh haha.. and how did you found out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; It was on facebook. People were commenting on his baby boy etc.. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyen:&lt;/span&gt; *puzzled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Moth goes on explaining to Cyen about this guy and the baby boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyen:&lt;/span&gt; Oh hahahahahaha, you too? My hairstylist was eye-ing on him that morning too! He's my cousin brother. Very leng-chai hor? He has a good reputation among the girls since school days. Haiyaa.. he comes to my house very often, the next time he visits me, I'll let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Yes Yes Can also.. since he's married and has a child already anyway (mission accomplished). I'll bend him around!~ bwahahhaaha :PpppPppP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyen: &lt;/span&gt;Here, take his mobile number down. Just don't let him know its me who pass you the number. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE POINT OF TODAY'S POST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes, I am eye-ing on a straight guy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yes, I am eye-ing on my friend's &lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;表哥&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;3. Yes, don't trust your cousin with your contact number. ROTFLMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*super sibeh hiao mode - ON*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-1679543114907705695?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/1679543114907705695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=1679543114907705695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1679543114907705695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1679543114907705695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/biao-ge_7064.html' title='表哥 (Biao Ge~~)'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-1751752840499813867</id><published>2008-12-11T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuri-sumasu 08'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SUEsXPO9z-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YVlL69wjyVI/s1600-h/DSC04036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SUEsXPO9z-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YVlL69wjyVI/s320/DSC04036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278549015992848354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Tree @ 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reception Area, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelabu Serata Dunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to say is, I decorated the tree! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with the help of other sweet colleagues of mine too&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;of course *cough cough*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, its the company's first Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;So happened I was free, got nothing to do..&lt;br /&gt;thus helped them out with the ornaments and other jingle-lings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The christmas tree reminds me so much of my previous company!&lt;br /&gt;But then again haha, its actually the game of&lt;br /&gt;'Guardian Angel' with the lunatics that I miss most! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GA Eric!! - I want my cuppa Starbucks this year too~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SUEsNyilARI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EVQloPOah4w/s1600-h/DSC04037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SUEsNyilARI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EVQloPOah4w/s320/DSC04037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278548853671657746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Tree @ 14 (close up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reception Area, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelabu Serata Dunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are just too many things to wish for!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;to make things easier..&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna wish for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"a Grand Prize in Magnum 4D / Jackpot lottery /anything equivalent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*applause *applause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should solve MOST of the things that I need in the wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;As for things that money can't buy,&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORLD PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and peace out! Bwahahahah o(",)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-1751752840499813867?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/1751752840499813867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=1751752840499813867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1751752840499813867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1751752840499813867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/kuri-sumasu-08_9379.html' title='Kuri-sumasu 08&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SUEsXPO9z-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YVlL69wjyVI/s72-c/DSC04036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-1966253326758319956</id><published>2008-12-10T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That shirt</title><content type='html'>The ladies called for a night out - Alexis, Bangsar for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second visit to Alexis'. And seriously, this I thought, is probably one of the last place in KL I'd bump into someone I know of, from my company. Well, I was wrong.. har-har&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked in, said '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;' to the lady and politely kissed her on both side of her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;The nicely pressed long sleeve shirts..&lt;br /&gt;The familiar colours and egyptian silk-like material (think Raoul)..&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think I saw it today..&lt;br /&gt;I took another closer look,&lt;br /&gt;The height of the gentleman reminds me of this person I've been avoiding at work.&lt;br /&gt;He made his way to the chair, turn over and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It's him. He saw me too.&lt;br /&gt;I said 'Hi' to him from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. My CEO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the lady? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;Close friends maybe? Client, perhaps? The Wife, possible? or...&lt;br /&gt;Are they having an aff......... ? I don't know, and I rather not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walks in Mel and her friends at another table. Mel is colleague of mine. I looked at her, amazed. Hoo-boy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth: What a coincident! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*points to my table, Mel's table and the CEO's*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel: Yeah, I know! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth: *smiles back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought NO ONE goes to Bangsar anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-1966253326758319956?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/1966253326758319956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=1966253326758319956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1966253326758319956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1966253326758319956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-shirt_6740.html' title='That shirt'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-1885801502538819710</id><published>2008-12-09T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakin' All Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="259" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTN07D6UWh0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTN07D6UWh0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="259" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually like this HUGO BOSS ad.&lt;br /&gt;The classic rock n roll piece of 'Shakin' all Over' surprisingly fits well with the composition. &lt;br /&gt;Very interesting :D &lt;br /&gt;Of course, the people add points to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*tsk, why would she push him away?!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair of eyes damn charming lor!&lt;br /&gt;The way he walks forward - Fwaahhh *breathtaking-nya*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BzzAaT 5000kW! BzzZaat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-1885801502538819710?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/1885801502538819710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=1885801502538819710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1885801502538819710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1885801502538819710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/shakin-all-over_6569.html' title='Shakin&amp;#39; All Over'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-7683798835593392954</id><published>2008-12-08T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Su-tu-re-su~</title><content type='html'>AHh..This is good. I need to blog this.&lt;br /&gt;A shopping experience with the straight one, aka. me bro :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's the thing. I feel supremely uncomfortable... or should I say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naked&lt;/span&gt; when I (am forced to) go shopping (read: MALLS.. big big Malls!) when I'm not in my best shape ie. in my usual sleeping clothes, shorts, slippers, messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bubu&lt;/span&gt; - SHADDUP.. I know you will definitely bring up &lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/fat-hao-lor-dai-sei.html"&gt;this topic&lt;/a&gt;. But I've learnt my lesson. That's why I'm making noise now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire 2 hours shopping with my brother has been dreadful. I prayed so hard I wouldn't bump into anyone I know at all! NO! Not even the auntie Yong from office pantry. No way!! Nope. I would die if anyone saw me in that state! *SIGH* - and its all because my brother happily made a detour from 'heading home after lunch' to 'let's go shopping'. But anyway, thank god.. it was a quick shop and I didn't see anyone I know *pHew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours. Yep, that's the amount of time we shopped. And half of it, we spent it in Coffee Bean. Which means the actual time we spent shopping was merely just an hour. AND even that, we spent 25 minutes of it queuing up at the stupid counter - so the nett duration for real shopping is only about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro got everything he needs within 10 minutes. He was already holding all the items on his hand while I am still pretty much empty-handed, looking and finding AND searching for the right one. Another 10 minutes passed, I made SOME progress - I roughly know what I want, but I'm still not holding anything on me hand :p Hahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 25th minute, and with my bro walking here and there waiting for me, I felt the pressure d.. Not nice&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lar kan&lt;/span&gt;, making my brother wait for me. So, I gave in, picked the items I (think) I want and we head to the cashier - I don't even have time to think twice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH* So stress!&lt;br /&gt;Shopping shouldn't be stress man! No wonder I prefer to shop alone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I tell you we were shopping for underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. New sexy trunks! woooHoooo~ XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-7683798835593392954?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/7683798835593392954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=7683798835593392954&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7683798835593392954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7683798835593392954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/su-tu-re-su_1387.html' title='Su-tu-re-su~'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5438831214610180006</id><published>2008-12-07T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish... err.. Egg?</title><content type='html'>Mom was overly excited when we brought her to the 100Yen shop. Yup, that little store where all item is less than RM6. It was certainly an eye opener for her.. kiak kiak kiak.. tsk tsk.. AUNTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohhh.. this one!.. This is the one aunty XX bought for me last time"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eehhh... so cute! .. but.. what is it ar?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nice bento boxes.. want or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's on her shopping cart? THIS IS WHAT MY MOM BOUGHT!! (talk about having too much cash and dunno where to spend hehehe) Ready? *drum rolls* TA-dA~:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/ST0tcykcgNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0pevXJcYg8o/s1600-h/DSC04029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/ST0tcykcgNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0pevXJcYg8o/s200/DSC04029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277424310982312146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A set of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egg Mould&lt;/span&gt; - A fish and a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Egg mould. Char-tou leh.. supposed to shape your hard boiled egg in the form of a fishy and a poot poot car. She wanted it so that she can surprise me in my next morning breakfast bento! Hahaha... Sooo cute of her (but anyway, knowing me, I still gave her 'that' look' for investing in items like this.. apa-lahhh -.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway... we did a little experiment as soon as we got home. We boiled some eggs. Quickly unwrap the mould (macam christmas pressie like dat...). Open it like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/ST0vv5DTDyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EtRY88DGA0A/s1600-h/DSC04030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/ST0vv5DTDyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EtRY88DGA0A/s200/DSC04030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277426838163099426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuff the egg in (yeah, uhh... it sounds almost impossible to fit it in, but uh.. well, apparently .. it works&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -geh lor!&lt;/span&gt;). Throw it into a bowl of iced water. Let it rest for about 2-3 mins.. and, here it is, a cute fishy-like egg~~ Taaa -DAaaah! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/ST0wqLw6RpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ODmQNwzHa5U/s1600-h/DSC03933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/ST0wqLw6RpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ODmQNwzHa5U/s200/DSC03933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277427839618664082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute leh? - Me and my mom's 3 8 experiment works! *clap clap clap clap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5438831214610180006?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5438831214610180006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5438831214610180006&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5438831214610180006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5438831214610180006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/fish-err-egg_2006.html' title='Fish... err.. Egg?'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/ST0tcykcgNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0pevXJcYg8o/s72-c/DSC04029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4368438031915936538</id><published>2008-12-06T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad news (for me?)</title><content type='html'>I hate it when someone talks about work when I'm out partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when someone tells me there's a bad news when I'm out partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it even more when someone talks about work and tells me there's a bad news about the work when I'm out partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angmoh&lt;/span&gt; (from the Client side)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hey! How're you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, Hi there! Everything's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angmoh:&lt;/span&gt; You heard about the bad news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; What bad news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angmoh:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, Nevermind then. Forget about it for now. Don't even think about it over the weekend. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; (WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there is a need for a change of structure (design/layout/flowchart) in this DVD toolkit that we're producing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news - I *think* I'll need to work on the design again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really bad news - The DVD toolkit is already 90% completed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really really bad news - We would need to tweak all the 400+ slides. The Launch deadline - 12 December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news - Thank god we're outsourcing this project (the backend part) :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4368438031915936538?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4368438031915936538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4368438031915936538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4368438031915936538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4368438031915936538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-news-for-me_9388.html' title='Bad news (for me?)'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8518884196055572119</id><published>2008-12-05T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/STiQzQ85CuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o3NzvZsFDm0/s1600-h/facebook_2moro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/STiQzQ85CuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o3NzvZsFDm0/s320/facebook_2moro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276126173862628066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-blurred out area says - 10:17am tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I can pre-publish my comments from the future on facebook. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8518884196055572119?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8518884196055572119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8518884196055572119&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8518884196055572119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8518884196055572119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow_4063.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/STiQzQ85CuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o3NzvZsFDm0/s72-c/facebook_2moro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4264217115369642008</id><published>2008-12-02T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pointless post</title><content type='html'>Moth a lil' note&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was December 05 when I first started this blog. And now its December 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! (*count count &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-sinn&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;That's 1 December (05), 2 Decembers (06), 3 Decembers (07), 4 Decembers (08).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR DECEMBERs ady~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4264217115369642008?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4264217115369642008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4264217115369642008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4264217115369642008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4264217115369642008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/12/pointless-post_3895.html' title='A pointless post'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6517066246313396019</id><published>2008-11-25T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my money back</title><content type='html'>*^&amp;amp;(@#@)$*(&amp;amp;^)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid RM200 per month .. and there is no parking space. Even the jockey parking is full. And more and more season parking holders are on their way in. Everyone is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cruising&lt;/span&gt; through the parking lot from B2 to B5 and up to B2 again and again hoping for a 'miracle' parking lot to zzzap in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth is wrong with you guys at N*votel ?!?! I would understand if there's an event/function on that particular day but NooOoo.. you said there isn't any. Ended up your so-called jockey parking service PARKED MY CAR AT THE ROADSIDE! till 6pm when I finish my work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well I take back my RM200 per month!!!?!! RM200 lehh!!! - Can eat around 50 plates of chicken rice ady!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*@$()@)E#&amp;amp;  supposedly reached the office at 9.45am - lor! But by the time, I took the hassle of making several rounds at the parking lot, check out what's wrong, gave up and went on to another parking area nearby only to realize its ALSO full, gave up and went back to the hotel's jockey service, its already 10.40am!! I AM AN HOUR LATE - thank god, there's no coordinator these days - or else, I would already have my half day deducted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6517066246313396019?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6517066246313396019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6517066246313396019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6517066246313396019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6517066246313396019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-my-money-back_5888.html' title='I want my money back'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4299195607506257128</id><published>2008-11-18T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.5 Days</title><content type='html'>That's the remaining annual leaves I'm entitled to till end of the year. Minus off the leaves, my last day at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelabu Antarabangsa&lt;/span&gt; falls on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18th of December&lt;/span&gt;. Plenty of time to take a break before I jump into another shithole (*ahem* ... as &lt;a href="http://oliviasy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Oliviasy&lt;/a&gt; put it.. *cough *cough *which I agree *cough *ahem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove that Oli &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may be&lt;/span&gt; right - here's a summary of Moth's past working experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shithole Milestone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 - small shithole&lt;br /&gt;2005 (March onwards) - small but deep shithole&lt;br /&gt;2005 (November onwards) - big shithole&lt;br /&gt;2008 - big and deep shithole&lt;br /&gt;2009 - ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, its a bigger shithole each time. What does that goes to show? Chances are - this time round, it'll be twice the size of the big and deep shithole I'm in right now. Ho ho ho ho ~~ I wonder how long can I survive this time. Come people, start placing your bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steering off a lil' - This coming December marks the end of my 5th year in the web/multimedia/interactive/digital industry. *Gasp*, I survived 5 years! - DOING WHAT I LEARNT in college. I'm so proud of myself~ *self hugzz* .Most of college/uni mates are already OUT of the design field by now~ :pPppppPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ALREADY LOOKING FORWARD TO DECEMBER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4299195607506257128?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4299195607506257128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4299195607506257128&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4299195607506257128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4299195607506257128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/11/95-days_9732.html' title='9.5 Days'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4298523489332807580</id><published>2008-11-15T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd866a8250be588b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http%3A%2F%2Fv8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dcd866a8250be588b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1305466577%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D59FC2C20C04026E902E564B548DEBC286EAE4C5.3E0D883090ED6EDDDC8C30A09CDE161BEA12CCE2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd866a8250be588b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-c43p9CWbxFibA3tSRAXmO7HTxo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http%3A%2F%2Fv8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dcd866a8250be588b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1305466577%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D59FC2C20C04026E902E564B548DEBC286EAE4C5.3E0D883090ED6EDDDC8C30A09CDE161BEA12CCE2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd866a8250be588b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-c43p9CWbxFibA3tSRAXmO7HTxo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Resigned Duo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A classic interpretation of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yay~ I'm outta here soon&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;(2008)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lead Actor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autumn Moth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lead Actress:&lt;/span&gt; BuBu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameraman: &lt;/span&gt;Mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director: &lt;/span&gt;BuBu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duration:&lt;/span&gt; 15 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nominated for:&lt;/span&gt; WTF!? Choreography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4298523489332807580?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cd866a8250be588b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4298523489332807580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4298523489332807580&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4298523489332807580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4298523489332807580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-steps_294.html' title='The New Steps'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-2203908589331066753</id><published>2008-11-11T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BleurGh..</title><content type='html'>I am feeling very sick. I want to go home...!&lt;br /&gt;- dying Moth at 2.26pm , office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-2203908589331066753?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/2203908589331066753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=2203908589331066753&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2203908589331066753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2203908589331066753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/11/bleurgh_3784.html' title='BleurGh..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6086708524489321738</id><published>2008-11-07T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win-win situation? Sez who?</title><content type='html'>Mama Jill - THIS.. is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO refused to accept my resignation letter (which of course, I checked with HR - and there's no such thing as a company holding up your resignation, so .. f*cked it lar kan?). Explained all the issues I had over the 8 months in the department/company and he came up with this (not-so) brilliant idea of his - I no longer have to report to my superior (the business head of the interactive team). Instead, me and my interactive designers would be placed under the Creative team (the print media), parked under the Creative Group Head, fully supported and protected by Traffics, and moved out of the 'stupid room' which I've been complaining about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CEO:&lt;/span&gt; It's a win-win situation. Not just for you. It's for the Interactive team. What's there to think? This is not the best solution, but good enough to solve all your concerns. You will now have mentorship from the Sr. ADs / CDs / Creative Group Head. You have traffic to oversee all the deadlines and f*cked the servicing ppl for you. You can move out of the room - thus overcome your health problem due to the dust and bad ventilation. 2 months - that's all I need - I will ensure things would be better then. If it doesn't, I would have nothing to stop you from leaving then. C'mon, 2 months - its a fair request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally reckon its a good move.... FOR the interactive team, specifically designers but not me. Obviously, my issues are WAY MORE than just the surface problem he just mentioned. And obviously, there's no way I can talk him out THAT MOMENT - so I told him I will get back to him on my final decision, therefore NOT AGREE-ing to anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ignored-LORR. As soon as I walked out of his room, he told the Traffic, HR and Creative Group Head about moving us out. He even talked to my superior about this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMMEDIATE&lt;/span&gt; new restructuring. *no eye see*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on talking to HR. She's good. At least she is seeing things from MY perspective. Alot of helpful tips and advise given :) As for my superior, ... well.. . . knowing the CHILDISH him, he starts ignoring me the whole day - colleagues said I am now officially placed in COLDStorage because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;I resigned - I'm no longer part of his team, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; I caused the restructuring - thus made him lose his team &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(technically speaking, its NOT me.. its the CEO)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;I don't have to report to him anymore, so he doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow of course, my final decision is set. I am leaving. I will leave come January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for the sake of my designers and those who'd be joining us soon, I'll have to 'gao tim' all the talkings, discussions, expectations, managings of the Interactive team with my new boss - the Creative Group Head, and the Traffics &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; sit down calmly and talked this out with my old boss whether he likes it or not/wants to see my face or not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maklum-lar&lt;/span&gt;, I very responsible-geh.. I die nevermind.. asalkan my team don't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the money issue?", some asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6086708524489321738?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6086708524489321738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6086708524489321738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6086708524489321738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6086708524489321738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/11/win-win-situation-sez-who_7505.html' title='Win-win situation? Sez who?'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5887373266577224209</id><published>2008-11-06T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the White Envelope!</title><content type='html'>The nicest templated resignation letter is printed out and sealed in a clean white envelope again. Yup. Its the 2nd time this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HR, "Do you think I'm surprised? DO YOU think I should be surprised? I can already see it coming.. (blah blah blah).." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(20 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moth, "..(blah blah).. its ridiculous.. (blah blah).. very negative vibes around.. (blah blah)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Superior, "Tell me what's the bad news.. (blah blah).. What's the reason? (blah blah blah)... I can tell this is coming. I can read a person's body language... (blah blah blah).." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(45 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moth, "..(blah blah), when you have a full set of team and better operation flow next time.. who knows I might come back again? (blah blah blah)... I AM selfish.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CEO, "I heard you quit! What's the problem? What's the reason? (blah blah blah)... What can I do to help you? (blah blah blah)..." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(less than a minute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moth, "I'll come and talk to you when you have time.." *lift door closes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Resign jeh.. Sai mm sai so many questions ar?&lt;br /&gt;Know my importance leh now? Hahhaha (thick skin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the most classic conversation ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superior:&lt;/span&gt; If we managed to tackle all the operation issues, will you stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; No.. not for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superior:&lt;/span&gt; What if you can have a wishlist, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; No.. not for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superior:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, let's just say, I handle the projects myself and you stay here to help me. Will you stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; No.. . . . .  . . *smiles* . . . again, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superior:&lt;/span&gt; *smiles back* Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; *smiles back nicely* Because I know how you work, You always have this last minute thing with you *smiles* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5887373266577224209?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5887373266577224209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5887373266577224209&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5887373266577224209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5887373266577224209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-comes-white-envelope_1970.html' title='Here comes the White Envelope!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5561275326591614941</id><published>2008-11-04T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Langkawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE THEME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SRLTuEPwl6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/T-zcVe0Zt_Y/s1600-h/n638164609_1594801_7000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SRLTuEPwl6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/T-zcVe0Zt_Y/s320/n638164609_1594801_7000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265503702716815266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SRLUBZu2feI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jXLNBmvwRS0/s1600-h/n742933659_1051272_7664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SRLUBZu2feI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jXLNBmvwRS0/s320/n742933659_1051272_7664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265504034901884386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(photos courtesy of EveG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Very much self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Meritus Pelangi Beach Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was the Coach master for the bus/flight.&lt;br /&gt;I was 1/3 a committee member of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion: Sibeh TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SRLVnVruT7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/V7ek-6hSVBE/s1600-h/IMG_0902a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SRLVnVruT7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/V7ek-6hSVBE/s320/IMG_0902a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265505786161680306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two bodacious bull (team name) members camwhoring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(photo courtesy of ElaineW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5561275326591614941?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5561275326591614941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5561275326591614941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5561275326591614941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5561275326591614941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-in-langkawi_5366.html' title='Lost in Langkawi'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SRLTuEPwl6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/T-zcVe0Zt_Y/s72-c/n638164609_1594801_7000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-508954873421547312</id><published>2008-10-30T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops! Hippo did it again..</title><content type='html'>SOME people are paid to sit around in the office handling god-knows-what -but- claimed-to-be-supremely-busy. They will tell you to start working on a specific job CLAIMING everything is there, ready for you - from the brief to the working files from client, and MOST importantly, will tell you with their utmost confident that the client has finalized EVERYTHING - NO MORE CHANGES. You should not doubt them cuz' Sometimes, they even *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pak pak&lt;/span&gt;* their chest and tell you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am sure"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Situation: Friday is the review. Today is Wednesday - and we have NOTHING. Nil. Not even the look and feel. And now only I was told, they can't find a good candidate for the job... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some People:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. I read through all this. Yep, these (pointing to the printed slides) are the content that we'll be putting up on the Interactive CDROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; So.. basically the content follows back whatever is on this (pointing at the flowchart)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some People:&lt;/span&gt; *confidently* Yahh Yeahh.. The structure everything is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Uh huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt; Show me the content for this (pointing at the flowchart - Level 3, subpage no. 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Wait ar.. Let me help find it (flip through the printed slides)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Flip, flip, flip .. . flip, flip, flip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.. and MORE flip, flip, flip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Where ar? Couldn't find it anywhere.. Doesn't look like its following the flowchart structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some People: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(flip, flip, flip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt; Ey, I don't think this content matches the structure&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some People: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(continues to flip) &lt;/span&gt;Uh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt; Can you please call our client up? We need them to explain and run through this with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Minutes and minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some People: &lt;/span&gt;How come the structure and the content is different -ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client: &lt;/span&gt;NO! Don't follow this (pointing to the flowchart)!! This is like version 3. We already had like version 27 NOW! Don't follow this. It's just an initial guideline for you guys - that's why its called a BLUEPRINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So.. what was it that Mr. Some People said, he read through everything? Pfft..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Readers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear Boss,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I REST MY CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some people are just plain dumb and irresponsible. And entertaining too -  No wonder I can't stop bitching about him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-508954873421547312?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/508954873421547312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=508954873421547312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/508954873421547312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/508954873421547312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops-hippo-did-it-again_5661.html' title='Oops! Hippo did it again..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-2097147096441701621</id><published>2008-10-27T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o(",)o</title><content type='html'>SELAMAT DEEPAVALI!&lt;br /&gt;(yenderpurenggeh~ where ris my mug?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth a lil' note:&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ducks , Clams &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gun Barrel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I AM SEEING IT EVERYWHERE THESE DAYS!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-2097147096441701621?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/2097147096441701621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=2097147096441701621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2097147096441701621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/2097147096441701621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/10/o_1217.html' title='o(&amp;quot;,)o'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6998431326317845847</id><published>2008-10-26T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Oso Come!</title><content type='html'>Come come sit down .. sit down. I tell you arr!... I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom suggested we bring our 1st Aunt and 3rd Aunt for dimsum at a famous dimsum place along Kuchai Lama. The plan was to go in 2 different cars - mom to pick up both aunts, me and bro to go straight to the dimsum place to get a table for 8 - so that my 1st Aunt (who's in her 70s n0w) doesn't need to wait / walk alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and bro got there first. As bro needs to look for a carpark, I went ahead to book a table for 8. Bloody hell.. the restaurant damn packed lor. Waited.. and waited and waited and finally saw someone paying their bills. I stood there near the table immediately (signal of booking larr kan?). The whole process, I WAS THE ONLY ONE standing there waiting for the table lor. When the group of people was about to leave the table, an OLDFART suddenly slide himself in comfortably and conveniently sat down *talking on his mobile* before I even managed to say, "F*CK YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLDFART (bald, fat, in sunglasses):&lt;/span&gt; *staring at me* I've got 7 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; I HAVE GOT 8 ! *continue sitting down and giving him THE LOOK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLDFART:&lt;/span&gt; So? I sat down first. The table's mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT YOU MEAN YOU SAT DOWN FIRST SO ITS YOURS? I WAITED HERE ALL THESE WHILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLDFART:&lt;/span&gt; *ignore mode on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bro who finally parked his car.. walks over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Kor, you go see got another table or not first. THIS UNCLE JUST SITS DOWN AND CLAIM ITS HIS TABLE LOR!!  (purposely said it out super loud so that everyone looks at this direction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bro:&lt;/span&gt; Ey Uncle, Fair abit lar. We waited here first. How come you be like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiter No. 1:&lt;/span&gt; What you wanna eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLDFART:&lt;/span&gt; (about to place an order)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bro:&lt;/span&gt; Hold on first, We're not together. Not same table! (continue lecturing the oldfart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLDFART:&lt;/span&gt; *super ignore mode on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; I'M GONNA REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN! I WAITED FOR THIS TABLE. YOU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*points at OLDFART*&lt;/span&gt; GET IT OR NOT?! *angry mode ON ON ON*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom's car approaching..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Kor, go bring aunty here. *stares back at oldfart* UNCLE, I DONT WANT ARGUE WITH YOU. MY OLD AUNTY IS HERE SHE NEEDS TO SIT DOWN. WHERE'S YOUR PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiter No.2 :&lt;/span&gt; Mau minum apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; NANTI DULU! *super angry mode ON*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1st Aunt sat down on one of the chairs.. 3rd Aunt wondering what happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; SO UNCLE WHAT YOU WANT NOW!? OUR PEOPLE IS HERE ALREADY YOU STILL WANNA SIT HERE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLDFART:&lt;/span&gt; *angrily* YOU SIT LARR.. YOU MAI SIT LARR! (still sitting down there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; *ignores the OLDFART - making sure there's enough chairs for everyone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Finally, everyone sat down. OLDFART has no choice but to leave..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niamah puki dia mya mak! Early morning wanna make me angry. Sei LOU HANG &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(oldfart) &lt;/span&gt;- you turn into ashes also I recognize. KNNCCB. Eat until so old ady DON'T KNOW WHAT IS MANNERS ar?! Eat what DIMSUM on a FAMILY SUNDAY larr - how do you even gain respect from your own family member!! *)&amp;amp;$*@)#()^@)*$^@$&amp;amp;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't MESS WITH ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6998431326317845847?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6998431326317845847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6998431326317845847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6998431326317845847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6998431326317845847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/10/fire-oso-come_526.html' title='Fire Oso Come!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-576561723256651841</id><published>2008-10-26T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You only paid me 'this' much.</title><content type='html'>1pm on a Saturday afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CunningOldFox (the Acc. Director) calling me up on my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; (picks up the phone) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CunningOldFox:&lt;/span&gt; Hey.. Hi. Still sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Yea.. *blur* its okay. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CunningOldFox: &lt;/span&gt;Heh.. sorry. Listen, uh.. Remember I told you we need to push forward the material submission for Project A next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. You need it on Tuesday right? (as opposed to Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CunningOldFox:&lt;/span&gt; Correct. Seeing that you'll have it (Project A) done earlier now, do you think you have time to work on Project B then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; (paused) ... I thought we're outsourcing Project B to Company M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CunningOldFOx:&lt;/span&gt; Yea.. but the CE is not signed yet, and I couldn't get hold of any Flash designers. You think you start on it first just to show them (client) something for next week's review?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; I don't think so. (The team is) Quite packed next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CunningOldFox:&lt;/span&gt; Cause' uhm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lionel &lt;/span&gt;spoke to me yesterday. He wanted me to take over this account (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from the one who got scolded yesterday - &lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/10/grey-at-grey.html"&gt;read previous post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and get this rolling  *sigh*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do you know any flash designers around who'll be keen on the job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Not that I know of. I can try asking around for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CunningOldFox:&lt;/span&gt; Mmm.. (sounds worried). Uhh... okay then. I'll call you again later today then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moth:&lt;/span&gt; Okay. Bye (Zzz.. went back to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dumb CunningOldFox,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that MY PROBLEM that you can't get hold of someone to do the shit for you? Waking me up on a nice Saturday afternoon. WTF is wrong with you weekend workaholic? Just get a bloody list of vendors available and ask around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already had a conversation (WIP) over the Creative team's workload. Final decision to outsource it has already been confirmed last Wednesday MORNING and now you're coming back to me ON A SATURDAY AFTERNOON to say you can't find anyone to do it?! WORST OF ALL - you want me to do it for you? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chiiii - sin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely don't understand the logic of yours. First things first, you're pushing us to deliver Project A on Tuesday as opposed to Friday. THAT itself has made the designers' life difficult. Secondly, what do you mean by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Seeing that you'll have it (Project A) done earlier now, do you think you have time to work on Project B then?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse moi.. how do you justify the time slots? It doesn't even make sense. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak tau matematik mya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kah?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chiiii - sin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big company these days are paying so much for who can talk cock and does nothing. So&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; shiok&lt;/span&gt;. Every now and then you see (useless) people getting promoted. Its about time I ask for more wages and a high position and try doing nothing and grow up to be like CunningOldFox someday (..and get bitched about by a junior level on his/her blog kekekeke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salah mya&lt;/span&gt; thinking. Tsk tsk autumn moth - What's gonna happen to you.. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-576561723256651841?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/576561723256651841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=576561723256651841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/576561723256651841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/576561723256651841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-only-paid-me-much_891.html' title='You only paid me &amp;#39;this&amp;#39; much.'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4675796480953970067</id><published>2008-10-25T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey at Grey</title><content type='html'>I don't even know how to start this. But I'm glad it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to be in the design field, even harder when you're in the advertising line. When you screwed up a big account, you're literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt;. No one is there to see your success; but many will witness your failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the lion's den with 2 other senior level managers. Questions after questions- its not hard to tell the lion's been waiting for the chance to strike at its prey(not me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is this happening" , "Why is this not met" , "Why" , "Why", "Why", "Why", asked Mr. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lionel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(very) harsh statement follows*&lt;br /&gt;*toooot*   *toooooooot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one dare uttered a single word. I did not, for I felt its only fair for Lionel to ask. He ought to know the actual story. . . (which he should have, WAY earlier). Why wasn't the issue brought up earlier then? - Because no one really cares until there's a problem, that's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pity for both parties actually - the one who're scolding and the one who're being scolded. In fact, I felt terribly miserable sitting in for a discussion over the fault of mis-management and mis-communication ..AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they ever learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4675796480953970067?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4675796480953970067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4675796480953970067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4675796480953970067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4675796480953970067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/10/grey-at-grey_8143.html' title='Grey at Grey'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3660158901359922326</id><published>2008-10-23T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update</title><content type='html'>A little update before November starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much explains why I haven't been blogging for the past 1.5 months. Nasty eh? So embarassing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lor&lt;/span&gt; visiting the same doctor over and over again LOL. 1 thing for sure - experiment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telah menge-proof-kan&lt;/span&gt; when I'm having sorethroat, I need to be very careful not to be a 2nd hand smoker otherwise sure collapse the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I have the time to blog now? Cause' I'm on MC (again). Stuffy nose (damn sexy voice I have now), sorethroat and bad cough. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sai lei leh?&lt;/span&gt; Despite all that, I still have time to attend a job interview this morning - it went well :) - No, its not like I am THAT desperate, but I guess when the timing and opportunity comes along, just grab it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lor&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan kan &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. recently watched 2 movies. Damn sad lor.&lt;br /&gt;1) Mr. Cinema - The wife/mother (Teresa Mo) damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chammm lor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) Money Not Enough II - The mother (Lai Ming) damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chammm lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like BuBu said "Why so chammm geh??! (you) Already so chammm (work wise) still wanna watch such chammm movies!" Well.. the good side of looking at it is- I finally got some time to spare, accompanying my mom watch TV lorr. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kan bagus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D I look forward to the BBQ session with my colleagues this coming Sunday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KASI MINUM SAMPAI MATI!&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/8970159727062372635-3660158901359922326?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3660158901359922326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3660158901359922326&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3660158901359922326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3660158901359922326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-update_9718.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8859502503284607349</id><published>2008-09-16T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I TRY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT TO BE SUPERSTITIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My left eye has been twitching frequently on and off for the past 2 weeks. You know what they say about, if the left eye twitches, something bad will happen.. if its the right, something good. I'm USUALLY on the superstitious side. And I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; AM WORRIED!&lt;/span&gt; I am trying not to think too much. I need to trash superstitions out of my mind like quick! Its killing me (softly) you know? Just like watching a thriller, wtf!?! *as I blog now, the left eye started twitching again..eeeKs!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read on the net that its probably due to stress or maybe I've been wearing the contact lenses for too long. I don't - know. Doesn't sound very convincing. So, how-ar? Can anyone help? *ITS TWITCHING AGAIN!!!* urrGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if its really a sign for bad thing, I really hope its something SMALL, minor, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sesame green bean&lt;/span&gt;. Can someone gimme gimme ah~ gimme ah~ gimme assurance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8859502503284607349?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8859502503284607349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8859502503284607349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8859502503284607349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8859502503284607349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-try_2165.html' title='I TRY...'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8931250327163477185</id><published>2008-09-15T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like dat.. how to work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SM3m-v5orbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K2HLoB3a5Bc/s1600-h/cK_wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SM3m-v5orbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K2HLoB3a5Bc/s320/cK_wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246103106640981426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cK Jeans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new desktop wallpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got this from Bebev - was around her workstation when I noticed she has this yummilicious wallpaper. I started asking her if she can concentrate at work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebev said, "Why Not? I'm disciplined".&lt;br /&gt;I replied "BUT I'm not! Eee-hee-hee.. *tuk tuk* I want this as well *points to the wallpaper*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm not disciplined at all. Having this pic on my screen is a real distraction! - a good one, of course - Look at that sexy bu**! Vaa Vaaa voooom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8931250327163477185?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8931250327163477185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8931250327163477185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8931250327163477185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8931250327163477185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-dat-how-to-work_2111.html' title='Like dat.. how to work?'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SM3m-v5orbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K2HLoB3a5Bc/s72-c/cK_wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-7767068130301039692</id><published>2008-09-14T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colourful candles.</title><content type='html'>Yo people! Happy Mid-Autumn&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(moth)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day the moon is said to be ROUND and BRIGHT. I can't see it from my room, and its too much of a hassle to step out of the house. Furthermore, its raining. So much for the anticipation of a full moon tonight. Fwa lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember me, me bro and my cousins used to play around with candles (neh, those infamous colourful candles) during mid autumn festival - that was when I'm 7 or 8 years old? We would gathered around milo tins and bricks and do silly things that serves no purpose. More specifically, cook up a storm ... only, we don't taste/eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e 1: Use the milo tin to boil water, add some sand into it, stir it around until it looks like 'milo', add some pandan leaves and DONE! Don't ask me why. I wouldn't know why we did it either. Perhaps our ambition THEN were to become chefs?? But one thing I'm sure, it smells good - we have the pandan leaves to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e 2: Create a mini stove with the milo tin's cover as the frying pan, over 2 bricks with candles between em'. Now.. you are probably guessing what's there for us to fry. Nope, its not mooncakes. Nope its not stones, not candles. Are you ready for it? It's SNAILS - living SNAILS that is commonly found in gardens. Yep, we fry em up' (well, technically speaking, I'm just there to observe.., the 'frying' part is done by elder cousins *not guilty*) I must say, it smells perfect. Try imagining escargots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it now.. *gulp*, I wouldn't call it 'silly things'. I think 'nasty things' suits more.. horr? *gulp* Especially when innocent snails (LIFE we're talking about) were sacrificed. Aiya.. kids~ what to do? Wasn't that bright back then.. :pPpPppPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering why lanterns are not in the picture, well.. that's cuz most of my cousins are BOY BOYs and they're probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too macho for lanterns&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I don't really fancy lanterns either. I'm too dumb to lit it up. Always end up hurting my own fingers. Perhaps that's why I'm not a smoker. Bad experience with lighter. Its probably too sophisticated for me bwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm not that bright afterall :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-7767068130301039692?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/7767068130301039692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=7767068130301039692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7767068130301039692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7767068130301039692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/09/colourful-candles_4685.html' title='Colourful candles.'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-7338017478703806942</id><published>2008-09-13T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>他是誰?</title><content type='html'>Moth a little note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;今天認識了CHARLES。是位華校的英文老師。&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES 給我的第一映象是個很驕傲的人。&lt;br /&gt;就是哪種自以為很了不起的感覺。&lt;br /&gt;我給CHARLES的第一映象既然也是個很驕傲的人。&lt;br /&gt;他說我好像很難接近。&lt;br /&gt;熟悉了之後才知道我們兩個都錯了。&lt;br /&gt;他其實蠻好相處的。很幽默。也很貼心。&lt;br /&gt;所以說呀﹐人不可貌象﹐ 還真的有道理。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-7338017478703806942?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/7338017478703806942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=7338017478703806942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7338017478703806942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7338017478703806942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_5542.html' title='他是誰?'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-7426313087659727766</id><published>2008-09-12T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7pm&lt;/span&gt; - The room is filled with bosses. Someone is complaining why certain sites cannot go live today. Some, criticising on the design (when the site is about 60% done now). Some, fed up with the comments. Some, just remain quiet and continue working on their codes. I can't be bothered (at all) - I'm working on a pitch, remember? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dai-sai &lt;/span&gt;geh lor.. Whatever they're saying/arguing at the back of my seat certainly doesn't go through my ears. I roughly know what's going on but I don't have the time to care for stupid arguments anymore - Again, I'm working on a pitch okay? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dai-sai&lt;/span&gt; geh lor. Bosses being bosses, insist to have things done. Staffs being staffs, can only (unwillingly) nod their head and do what is needed. Poor souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.35pm&lt;/span&gt; - Realised I'm late. Supposed to have a date with W (supposedly, dinner AND movie). Saved all my files, shut down my PC, big goodbye to my team (who's painfully forced to work) and off I go to the Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.15pm&lt;/span&gt; - Finally reached the Gardens. But, I've never parked at the Gardens before (maklumlah, I am used to parking my car at Midvalley) - ended up driving around the area TWICE before I saw the [P] sign. *()&amp;amp;$*@)&amp;amp;#@!! . And that's not all. I can't figure out where's the entrance after that.. ended up calling W for directions akekkeke *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.30pm&lt;/span&gt; - Finally met up with W. We decided to dine at YUZU - I've been wanting to try the Jap food there- I lurrve the ambience. Took us more than 10 minutes, slowly browsing through the menu (damn, the menu looks good),  and finally came to ordering 2 set meals (1 katsu nabe, 1 cod fish), 1 soft shell crab sushi roll, ebi tempura, wagyu beef. Sorry no pics. Tarak camera (yes, I've got a phone camera but lazy larr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WAGYU BEEF IS AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;So TENDER &amp;amp; JUICY! WOHOHOHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set meal (big portion) comes with the main dish, 2 appetizers, miso soup, chawan mushi (steam eggs), salads, fruits and rice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE RICE&lt;/span&gt; is good! - Sweetened japanese rice (almost transparent mya) with black mushrooms and green peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.45pm&lt;/span&gt; - The kitchen's closing. Waitress informing us of 'last order'. AND WE'RE STILL EATING! Set meal belum habis.. ala carte belum habis. W said we ordered too  much. I think we talked too much instead (its been a long 6 months since we last met you see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.10pm&lt;/span&gt; - Finally finish everything on the table (almost.. ). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sibeh&lt;/span&gt; FULL. The bill came up to ~RM170. I thinks its pretty okay! ^^ I'll definitely return to YUZU. Jap-food lovers, if you're going YUZU and have no one to go with, I'm alwayyyys available ^^ ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a lovely evening. At least, I managed to escape from work :D Who cares about the pitch? - THAT ONE can wait.. This is a dinner with someone I like ( but don't get the wrong idea) we're talking about hey! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-7426313087659727766?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/7426313087659727766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=7426313087659727766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7426313087659727766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7426313087659727766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/09/date_158.html' title='A Date!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-7136091338402616043</id><published>2008-09-10T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitches after Pitches</title><content type='html'>6 months at my current company (gee.. sounds like my previous post again), and I'm working on my 4th pitching project (a 360 collaboration on creatives, interactives, marketings, events - me working on the interactive part of course~). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Side note: we won 2 pitches, 1 awaiting client's decision, and now... this! Not too bad a result eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internal reviews after internal reviews, changes after changes, meetings after meetings.. and to make things worse, we have to work our asses off on weekends (I don't understand WHY.. Everytime there's a pitch, the actual creative execution process would have to start around Wednesday/Thursday and the bloody dry run and presentation would have to be the upcoming Monday/Tuesday)~ I hate coming back to the office on weekends!! UrgH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what's funny? Strangely enough, all my best work comes from pitches. So far, the interactive component has gotten alot of positive feedbacks/credits during pitch presentations. So, I dunno.. do I have the pitch to thank for? (at least I've got more additions to my portfolios)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-7136091338402616043?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/7136091338402616043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=7136091338402616043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7136091338402616043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7136091338402616043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/09/pitches-after-pitches_7330.html' title='Pitches after Pitches'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-629963406755529394</id><published>2008-09-06T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>190 days..</title><content type='html'>6 months at my current company. More than enough to tell what went wrong, what benefits me. My strength and weaknesses clearly shown to my supervisors and fellow colleageus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling BuBu just the other day, how fake I am. Apparently, I'm no difference from the rest. 190 days now and finally I realized, I've joined a masquerade and I'm doing pretty well at that. Doesn't sound very good - but I guess I have to, although some might not understand why I should (be such a faker). Certain things are best kept a secret. Sometimes, you just have to uncover it yourself .. and when you do, congrats.. you are finally growing and seeing a much broader perspective. And when you finally get it, you'll know its not easy to be in my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say how Ms. Biatch and Ms. F*cking Loud can be so fake. One minute, Ms. Biatch was getting scolded by Ms. F*cking Loud, the next minute you'll see them happily having lunch at Pavilion, smiling and laughing. Well, I've observed myself lately, and to my surprise, ... its the same. I am not in good condition with one of my superiors either, both of us know its hard to deal with each other, but we have to work as a team whether we like it or not - he needs my expertise in design, I needed his in (his unskillful) project management. Parasites sorta. And so, we're in constant mask-wearing mode, politely addressing each other's need and coming up with a solution. I can be swearing at his incompetency this very second, then smiling and talking to him the very next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steering away a lil', I went for couple of interviews lately. 1 at an ad agency, 1 at an interactive agency, 1 at an event house. 3 different places, 3 different jobscopes and requirements needed and I have to wait for their reply. Instinct tells me, the ad agency option is down, so I'm left with the other 2 more chances. Will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can be like QiQi - quit first and think about securing a job later. How very daring of her (well, technically speaking, been there done that... that's why I know its not easy and its a very daring act, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-629963406755529394?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/629963406755529394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=629963406755529394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/629963406755529394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/629963406755529394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/09/190-days_1831.html' title='190 days..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5149767740172415383</id><published>2008-08-30T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 'sobbing' Saturday</title><content type='html'>Yes, I cried over another Jap movie AGAIN *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, its "Sono toki wa kare ni yoroshiku (That Time I said Hi to my Boyfriend a.k.a. When the time comes, Say Hello for me)" - a 2007 production. Another new MothRecord as I cried so much, I used up more than 5 sheets of tissue paper. That's alot compared to other Jap movies I watched. Very impactful, and it touches me the very same way as "&lt;a href="http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2007/06/tears-for-you.html"&gt;Nada Sou Sou (Tears For You)&lt;/a&gt;". If you haven't watch this, I totally recommend you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SMKVTQdQxoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fNiIXBa-ZrE/s1600-h/sonokare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SMKVTQdQxoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fNiIXBa-ZrE/s320/sonokare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242917074280433282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the castings (even though &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Tsukamoto_Takashi" target="_blank"&gt;Takashi Tsukamoto&lt;/a&gt; isn't the lead and appeared just for a little while, but then again, thats not the point). I SO VERY MUCH like &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Yamada_Takayuki" target="_blank"&gt;Takayuki Yamada&lt;/a&gt;'s role in the movie - eee.. that shy shy quiet type kekkeke *sLurPs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch , go watch..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5149767740172415383?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5149767740172415383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5149767740172415383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5149767740172415383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5149767740172415383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-saturday_6747.html' title='Another &amp;#39;sobbing&amp;#39; Saturday'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SMKVTQdQxoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fNiIXBa-ZrE/s72-c/sonokare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-9128106405585991130</id><published>2008-08-30T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Account Management</title><content type='html'>I just checked my (work) emails online and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got more than 8 emails in my Inbox and its all from the same 2 person - an Account Director (my team) and an Account Manager (from another department). Obviously there was a war going on and some kind of miscommunications somewhere and they ended up bombarding each other's mailbox and decided to CC me in just for the heck of it. Don't even get me started on the content- its not even proper emails. She (AM) was asking something, he (AD) was answering something else, she got furious, he got confused, she was in extreme anger, he was trying to fix things only to make it even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I was in the loop. WHY, would an art director be in the picture of the war between 2 ferocious Account servicing beasts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, (I heard-lar) they had an even more nasty drama at the office. And lines like "Your mother never teach you all these ar" were uttered out of I dunno-and-I dunwant to know who's mouth. Eeshh.. Professionals at GLOBAL ADVERTISING AGENCY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;konon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-9128106405585991130?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/9128106405585991130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=9128106405585991130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/9128106405585991130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/9128106405585991130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/08/account-management_6441.html' title='Account Management'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8973181137319372896</id><published>2008-08-28T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it reaches 'E'</title><content type='html'>A little story to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bong told us he'll be late to the office today. He told us his car broke down in the middle of Jln. Duta. Not sure what's the problem - to top that up, its a brand new car he just got last week. How very unfortunate.... in other words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-suey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RLee joked about his car running out of petrol and he shudda just admit to that. We called Bong up and told him what RLee said - he ended up laughing. Minutes later, he called back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bong: Hey, wanna listen to something funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth: Okay, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bong: I really ran out of petrol. *Laugh laugh laugh* The workshop guy just came over and told me my car ran out of petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth: *LAUGH OUT LOUD* OH MY GAWD! I'm SO-GONNA-SHARE this with everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bong said he didnt' realized the digital fuel meter went blinking and never thought he'd be out of petrol. He's probably still new to the car. HIS OWN CAR - for god sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, its a Toyota Vios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON of the day : E stands for Empty ya.... not to be mistaken as Enough borr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8973181137319372896?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8973181137319372896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8973181137319372896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8973181137319372896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8973181137319372896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-it-reaches_761.html' title='When it reaches &amp;#39;E&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8433934654734522449</id><published>2008-08-19T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steam Fish vs. a Job</title><content type='html'>Mom has been calling me at 6pm these days to check if I'm on the way home - of which I said, "Not yet -ler, very jammed out there.. have to wait till at least 7pm". Mom wasn't too pleased cause' she need to know the time I'm coming home so that she can start steaming fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you heard me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEAM the FISH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would forever be telling her ,"You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mai&lt;/span&gt; steam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lorr&lt;/span&gt;... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not once, its not twice. Everytime she calls at 6pm, its about steam fish. Yes, I know steam fish ought to be eaten once they're out of the steamer/wok - fresh mar I know.., but sometimes I'm really stucked at the office for work/to avoid the jam. So, what can I do? And she would just make the angry sound over the phone just to make me feel bad. Bravo! Steam Fish rulez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$&amp;amp;@#$)!@&amp;amp;#*@!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8433934654734522449?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8433934654734522449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8433934654734522449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8433934654734522449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8433934654734522449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/08/steam-fish-vs-job_4500.html' title='Steam Fish vs. a Job'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8308451121338224092</id><published>2008-08-16T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic 21 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 HOURS IN THE BLOODY OFFICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rushing like hell for a bloody &lt;strike&gt;bitch&lt;/strike&gt; pitch and the brief only came in not-more-than 50 hours ago. What stupid timeline is this? I'm SO tired!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're gancheong-ing trying to complete everything, there goes my boss, taking a nap at the couch till we're done. And hoo-boy, waking him up after that is a real challenge. It took us 1 art director, 1 creative head, and a CEO's name to wake him up! Not to mention, he snores like thunder.. *bising*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 21 hours had got to be my longest working hours in my entire 4 years+ of working life. Totally a new MothRecord! And how's the work you asked? Turned out pretty good - I'm impressed with the results. Hey, hardwork within such a strict timeline considered good ady k? My team earns every bit of the credits =) WooHooo, min na-san, Arigatoo gozaimashita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8308451121338224092?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8308451121338224092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8308451121338224092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8308451121338224092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8308451121338224092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/08/hectic-21-hours_1097.html' title='Hectic 21 hours'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3252489662396195288</id><published>2008-08-13T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People I know</title><content type='html'>First I met Kenneth, then I met Phang, then Irene added me on Facebook. Nice to see them around. Haha. Feels like college again. And omigaosh! Irene's a mother now! Everyone's either married or getting married. Just not too long ago, I heard Bliss' brother has tied the knot. Then I got to know Danzer has chosen a date for his wedding registration. Hehhhhh.. all my friends will soon have their own family. Tsk tsk... while I'm trying to 'act' younger by the days, all my college friends are getting 'older', giving in to the fact that they're no longer the 18-21 y.o when I first met them. All they do now is yumcha, maybe a movie or two.. and yumcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee.. Life's a little bored. Ne?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-3252489662396195288?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3252489662396195288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3252489662396195288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3252489662396195288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3252489662396195288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-i-know_944.html' title='People I know'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3293397087325362518</id><published>2008-08-10T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil' chubby -wor..</title><content type='html'>Seicaibao Davis(hair stylist) said I'm "a lil' chubby these days, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST LIKE HIM&lt;/span&gt;". The fact is, he's not chubby - he turned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE than&lt;/span&gt; JUST CHUBBY! GoShh, what happened to him!?!? My lengcai stylist now carries a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perut-buncit&lt;/span&gt; as heavy as mine..... after I ate all-you-can-eat steamboat  *SIGH* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meh si orr&lt;/span&gt;... *Rock falls, Lightning strikes, heavy rain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he's still as charming ekekek (but if we compare Dr. Chai, then of course the doc wins larrr kan). I just hope it (the chubby-version him) is temporary and he'll get back to what he used to be on my next visit! Aiyoyooooooo... ahma muthusamy letchumi~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-3293397087325362518?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3293397087325362518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3293397087325362518&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3293397087325362518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3293397087325362518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/08/lil-chubby-wor_2460.html' title='A lil&amp;#39; chubby -wor..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3725056788948803429</id><published>2008-08-08T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much? 130.</title><content type='html'>(Mr. Cow's mobile phone ringing. 1 Missed Call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cow: Neh neh.. Another one of those missed call game again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth: OooH, you mean those 'girls' who expect you to call them back, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cow: Yup. Seriously, they never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth: Eh, eh, try calling them back. Put on loud speaker. I wanna listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cow: You wanna listen&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-a&lt;/span&gt;h! Ok, I call her back now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Cow returning the call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weii&lt;/span&gt;~~? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weii&lt;/span&gt;~? *super sweeet kawaii voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cow: ....... Wei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weiii&lt;/span&gt;~? *giggles giggles in super sweeet kawaii voice* Do you wanna come over and '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt;' together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cow: ...... How much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *gigges giggles* (RM)130. Want or not? Let's come out and '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cow: .... ahh.. ok ok ok ok ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Cow ends the call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cow: See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth: Wahhh.... (RM)130... So cheap -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, RM130 isn't cheap at all. Just today, I was reading the paper and found out 'Kuaci Prostitutes' are going at RM100 to RM150. Meaning, she is actually on the going rate. Haha. As to how they got Mr. Cow's number - that remains an unsolved mystery. Mr. Cow insisted that they are doing it at random numbers - we said, he must've tried once.. that's how and why! Hohohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BuBu: (RM)130 is for..... 1 session or... 1 full night-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth &amp;amp; Web3.0 : 1 session -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. If 1 full night, she die lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BuBu: Then.... 1 session is how long&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth &amp;amp; Web3.0 : Until the guy c*ms lorr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BuBu: Waahhh!!.. then if the guy whole night don't c*m leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis: Those girl very experienced-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geh&lt;/span&gt;, they WILL have their ways to make you c*m!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: *Looks at Elvis* WhoaAaaa... Elvis, very experienced-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worr&lt;/span&gt;! Try before-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;~?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-3725056788948803429?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3725056788948803429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3725056788948803429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3725056788948803429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3725056788948803429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-much-130_5364.html' title='How much? 130.'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3994747655357248668</id><published>2008-08-06T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do you earn?</title><content type='html'>So, I heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;... your cousin is earning 7k per month as a Sr. Account Manager"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;... at such young age, he (Business Head) must've earned 5 figures now"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;... he is earning 6k per month now. Art Director - brilliant future"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;... programmers dare not ask for more. 3k! That's little!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;... I'm trying to get a job(Sr. Graphic Designer). All I asked for is 3k"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;... basic salary starts from 600 bucks per month (Sales exec.)"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;... they offered me 70% increment (Project Manager)"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;... its really difficult to get a 3k job now (Interactive Designer)"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;... my(Account Exec.) pay is the price of one online banner(2k)"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;... wants to hire me(Sr. Graphic Designer) at &lt;3k!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To some, its never enough.&lt;br /&gt;To some, its enough.&lt;br /&gt;To some, its more than enough &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, they felt underpaid.&lt;br /&gt;To some, they felt the others are overpaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I find this pretty interesting. Everyone is keeping it a secret. No one knows how much the other person is earning. Some, kept guessing - its kinda silly, but its hilarious. Some, doesn't give a damn as long as they get what they what - only to discover (later), that they're underpaid.. badly. Some, doesn't really care. And the funny thing is, everyone seems cool about the 'trade secret'. But most, would painfully scratch their heads off guessing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW MUCH ARE THEY EARNING?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sometimes, guess too. Hehehe. Hey, afterall.. who's not curious? Of course I admire those who earned more than I do - I hate them! Ooh I do.. hahaha - but I'm sure they have much more to offer, so they deserve it. Those who earned less, well... ganbatte p(^^)q .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the POINT of this post? - Nothing much, just that, I'm recently BEING COMPARED (again). Relatives.... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Those muthafarkers who are earning alot and contribute nothing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like the hippo&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;, you are one lucky bastard. God damned!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-3994747655357248668?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3994747655357248668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3994747655357248668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3994747655357248668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3994747655357248668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-much-do-you-earn_6140.html' title='How much do you earn?'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3970585313915161367</id><published>2008-08-05T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what's next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SJh6LNabwNI/AAAAAAAAAII/2htZ9SOLxTM/s1600-h/DnD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SJh6LNabwNI/AAAAAAAAAII/2htZ9SOLxTM/s320/DnD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231065300188512466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waaa.. nice DOU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel Henney&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dennis O' Neil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- nothing to do with the post, just trying to spice up the blog -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Bong taught us something new today. Wanking is to 'IDEA', as cum is to 'CONCEPT'. That is why it takes awhile before one came up with an 'idea'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- foreplay is to 'research', as orgasm is to 'award-winning' .... ? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Good morning and Goodbye is now, 'Vagina or not Vagina? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hye mm Hye?&lt;/span&gt;)'. All I can say is 'kudos' to RLee. You make a good promoter for selling crabs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- seremban for crabs, melaka for clubbing - happening-nya -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Projects I've been handling has been 'blue', 'blue', 'blue', 'green', 'blue', and 'red' so far. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- people sure lurrrrrve RGB -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Bliss, Jaykid, Bliss, Jaykid. Probably the remaining 2 longest friend I've ever made who can still make it to a usual yumcha session. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;- those who're still using work/pak-toh as excuse, l-a-m-e -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;First there was a cow. Then, there was a bull. Now comes a hippopotamus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- and recently a gorilla came out of nowhere -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     -------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;60% of my daily conversation has to do with 'hippopotamus', 30% on 'airplanes', and the remaining 10% on what's for lunch/tea/snack after 5.30pm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I think I left out some percentage for 'work', nawwh, who cares? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;FF will always stand for Final Fantasy. FF will NOT be Fitness First nor Fantasy Football. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- lurrve the chocobo theme. always -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Ru will be heading back to Taiwan soon- specifically, end of the month. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- sure hope the plants stay alive, all rooms kept clean and tidy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong TVB Series. You love em', you hate em'. And you still watch em'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- somewhat addicted to astro's 'on demand'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A collegemate of mine who's also 27, looks bloody matured - my boss refused to believe I'm 27 as well. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- absolutely no idea if that's a compliment or .... not-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     -------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ham Dan is leaving the company soon. Ham Dan is closer to boy than girl. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- just typing this out to annoy the girl - I know she'll be reading this.. tee hee hee -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;AAD writes bombastic england. Client's london is superb. Programmer's UK is magnificent. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- konnichiwa.. anyeong haseyo.. sawaadee krap -&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/8970159727062372635-3970585313915161367?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3970585313915161367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3970585313915161367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3970585313915161367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3970585313915161367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-what-next_2317.html' title='So, what&amp;#39;s next?'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SJh6LNabwNI/AAAAAAAAAII/2htZ9SOLxTM/s72-c/DnD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-1213743943266211606</id><published>2008-07-30T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You ain't that bad compared to..</title><content type='html'>If he wanna do it this way, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;If he dare come over and say he doesn't like it,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fuck him up and say I don't like it either.&lt;br /&gt;But if that's the way you deal with things,&lt;br /&gt;I shall do the same to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants power, he wants respect.&lt;br /&gt;If he dare come over and say we show no respect to him,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fuck him off and say we're not getting any either.&lt;br /&gt;Do unto others as they have done unto you.&lt;br /&gt;NMCHKNNCCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to please your schedule.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a fucking timeline to meet, please said so,&lt;br /&gt;EARLIER!&lt;br /&gt;By saying 'ASAP' wouldn't help 1 fucking inch.&lt;br /&gt;I have my own timeline to prioritize too, blind cow!&lt;br /&gt;Stop being a sore loser, you kiasu moron son of a hyena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO PISSED!!&lt;br /&gt;Email larr.. email lar.. email all you want.&lt;br /&gt;Your mother dunno give you the mouth for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief also dunno how to brief.&lt;br /&gt;Small matter treat it as big matter.&lt;br /&gt;Big matter treat it as small matter.&lt;br /&gt;Tak tau lu mya brain holding apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MORE THAN 10 YEARS of EXPERIENCE in the INTERACTIVE INDUSTY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Chiuu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &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/8970159727062372635-1213743943266211606?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/1213743943266211606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=1213743943266211606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1213743943266211606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1213743943266211606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-ain-that-bad-compared-to_1109.html' title='You ain&amp;#39;t that bad compared to..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3922235125631807331</id><published>2008-07-27T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moth's BSOD</title><content type='html'>Difficult isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems with family, problems with friends, problems with work, problems with colleagues, problems with bosses, problems with money, problems and problems and problems and MORE problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-R-O-B-L-E-M-S - is that how you spell it? Shitterz, its one of those weird moments when you find a particular word you frequently used, now looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pee Are Oh Bee Elle Ee Am Ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think its right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, let's not steer away too far now, so yeah, back to problems. New problems are stacking up to the already-there unresolved ones. Its panic time! Its Red Alert! Achtung! I don't know how much longer can I bear with all these before I lose my sanity. Boy... why must everything come at one shot? Phewww... *tired*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough shit with my day job. I'm tired with Mom who has been acting weird these days. And now, another stinky bad news on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone just shoot me in the head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being pessimistic, but then again, I'm not an optimist either. How to deal with all the problems? Step by step &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lor hor&lt;/span&gt;? One after another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lor... hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh - I wonder what's for dinner tonight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-3922235125631807331?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3922235125631807331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3922235125631807331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3922235125631807331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3922235125631807331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/moth-bsod_5920.html' title='Moth&amp;#39;s BSOD'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-712921901024247322</id><published>2008-07-26T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme, Gimme, Gimme..</title><content type='html'>Pay Day! Yup, company pay me, I pay my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month's effort at work goes on to pay for the phone bill, credit cards, insurance, car loan, petrol, parking fees, and even touch n go. What's left is just enough for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; food for the rest of the month (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; food usually means jap food .... XD yah I like japs) - I am so willing to spend for food. ANYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food, .. I SO DAMN miss the following&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lar&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pasta Zanmai, 1U - Hamburg with Demiglace sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Umai Ya, Damansar Utama -  Tori Katsu don&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La Gourmet, The Curve - Smoked Duck pasta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nagomi, Jaya 33 - Shabu Shabu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jushi, Plaza Damas - Soft Shell Crab maki&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix Cafe, Phileo Damansara - Soto Ayam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah Sang BKT, Sungei Way - Bak Kut Teh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Korea House, Sri Hartamas - Korean BBQ and Kimchi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food Foundry, Section 17 - Mille Crepe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chef &amp;amp; Brew, Bukit Damansara - Dory fish fillet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;HOW &gt;.&lt; ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-712921901024247322?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/712921901024247322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=712921901024247322&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/712921901024247322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/712921901024247322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/gimme-gimme-gimme_4554.html' title='Gimme, Gimme, Gimme..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8984245306836208019</id><published>2008-07-23T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had NZN's Boysenberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Moth a lil' note:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EeekSs... everyone's boarding the plane! And I'm still at the immigration office doing my visa permit! Sei MOuuu!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am getting my boarding pass pretty soon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moth a lil' reminder:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes can change a lot of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes before, you can have heaps of friends.&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes later, you can be pretty lonely :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8984245306836208019?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8984245306836208019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8984245306836208019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8984245306836208019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8984245306836208019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-nzn-boysenberry_7664.html' title='I had NZN&amp;#39;s Boysenberry'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-7581201360675903103</id><published>2008-07-18T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Right Moment</title><content type='html'>I received a call from Og*lvy lately. Apparently, they are in the midst of 'cleaning up' their database and got my contact from my resume which I sent in, on 2005. Took them awhile to retrieve the mails *hoo-boy*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were asking me if I know anyone who's interested in a job. I laughed, and said.. " Yeah, I do know a couple... and ....ya, including myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harr harr harr&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went, "OH? really? Hmmm.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laugh laugh laugh*&lt;/span&gt;, your company and ours, we're under the same umbrella, so its not nice that I poach you in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laugh laugh laugh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pause)&lt;/span&gt; ... Tell you what - I'll pass you my email and maybe you would want to send your resume in or ask your friends who are looking for a job to send theirs in as well?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GREAT!" I replied enthusiastically as though I would send mine in as soon as I hang up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Of course I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt its really funny - to have someone calling me up at this point of time when I AM really hoping to look for another job. Haha. Purely coincident?  OR , is it a SPY from my current company wanting to know my next step? (since I have yet to sign the bloody confirmation letter till now) OR is it an opportunity? OR is someone up there trying to play a joke on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a funny timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-7581201360675903103?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/7581201360675903103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=7581201360675903103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7581201360675903103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/7581201360675903103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-right-moment_1686.html' title='At the Right Moment'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8068419686435037041</id><published>2008-07-17T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hemoptysis (Coughing up Blood)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="215" height="180" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eec46c1833882008" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http%3A%2F%2Fv15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Deec46c1833882008%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1305466577%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D63532193EA55C5742BFF5D203120B402DA45FFAC.7DF18CF0C3E135CD5338698FDD8DB877CC68F049%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deec46c1833882008%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLWnT-_5BMP9PjB2BSiY1VkeAZBc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="215" height="180" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http%3A%2F%2Fv15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Deec46c1833882008%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1305466577%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D63532193EA55C5742BFF5D203120B402DA45FFAC.7DF18CF0C3E135CD5338698FDD8DB877CC68F049%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deec46c1833882008%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLWnT-_5BMP9PjB2BSiY1VkeAZBc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When you work with Cows"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(2008)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lead Actor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autumn Moth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameraman: &lt;/span&gt;Gracias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director: &lt;/span&gt;BuBu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duration:&lt;/span&gt; 7 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nominated for:&lt;/span&gt; Best Use of Adb Illustrator&lt;br /&gt;( Toggling layer on/off ) *hmPhh!* big Deal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8068419686435037041?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eec46c1833882008&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8068419686435037041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8068419686435037041&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8068419686435037041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8068419686435037041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/hemoptysis-coughing-up-blood_8422.html' title='Hemoptysis (Coughing up Blood)'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-3189518371019090799</id><published>2008-07-15T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Billy Vaughn</title><content type='html'>Yes, I love Billy Vaughn and his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were little, we used to sleep over at our parent's bedroom. We would create a little corner of our own (somewhat like a sleeping tent with some extra bedsheets and blankets) just right next to our parent's bed. My mom would put on Billy Vaughn's cassette and put us all to sleep. The songs are beautiful. Its the very first instrumental music that I truly enjoyed. Songs that I would remember at the back of my head. And if you are into oldies and instrumental music like I do, I hope you'd like Billy Vaughn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back while cleaning up the room, we found the old cassette tape. But we have to throw it away because it was badly exposed to dirt and dust.. but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently downloaded the tracks online and, Billy Vaughn's here sitting on my iTunes now and playing at my house again!! Hahaa! AM I GLAD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Internet. I love Billy Vaughn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll like this too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yazSCZC83Q"&gt;Billy Vaughn - Look For A Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-3189518371019090799?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/3189518371019090799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=3189518371019090799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3189518371019090799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/3189518371019090799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-billy-vaughn_3675.html' title='I love Billy Vaughn'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5125560971626822719</id><published>2008-07-14T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1リットルの涙</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SHsd7X2MgvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rlvjaty-y8k/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SHsd7X2MgvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rlvjaty-y8k/s320/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222801098717037298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;一公升的眼淚 (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;無聊的下午﹐看著電視。。&lt;br /&gt;我突然被這部電影給吸引住了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很喜歡這故事的內容。&lt;br /&gt;我很想知道故事的發展如何。&lt;br /&gt;我很想知道﹐我會從這部電影裡領悟到些甚麼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是生命裡的無力感?&lt;br /&gt;是生命裡的充實感?&lt;br /&gt;是生命的悲歡離合?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看著看著﹐ 我不自覺的哭了起來。。&lt;br /&gt;哭得亂七八糟的。&lt;br /&gt;故事裡的亞也 - 很開朗﹐ 很勇敢﹐很樂觀﹐ 對生命抱著希望永不放棄的態度感動了所有的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她的故事感動了我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ありがとう 木藤亞也 さん。&lt;br /&gt;謝謝妳與我們分享了您的人生。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安らかに眠れ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5125560971626822719?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5125560971626822719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5125560971626822719&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5125560971626822719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5125560971626822719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/1_7310.html' title='1リットルの涙'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaFLmw4uoLE/SHsd7X2MgvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rlvjaty-y8k/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-5262418505228906113</id><published>2008-07-12T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT HAO lor.. Dai Sei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its a working Saturday!&lt;/span&gt; I AM ALL ALONE IN THE OFFICE! I AM RUSHING MY ASS OFF FOR A MONDAY DEADLINE!! GrrrRrrr!!! &amp;amp;*@)$!@)#&amp;amp;)@#!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(What to do? all thanks to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; coordination and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marvelous&lt;/span&gt; timeline that fellow noBrainers came up with. How many days to come up with visuals for 2 sites you ask? The answer is : ZERO WORKING DAYS - yeahh.. ZERO&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; WORKING&lt;/span&gt; days! goddamnit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not exactly what I wanted to post. *AHem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it short: I did something stupid today - I was in my LOUSIEST, WORST ever condition (bad hair day, sleazy, everything tarak style.... you get the drift) and I said 'OK' to meeting up a chat friend of mine (yeah the same one who smsed me few days ago) over dinner.  *hiao* *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... SUPER wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in his gorgeous self. Looks better than his photo. &lt;strike&gt;AND I FELT LIKE 'TELAN'-ING HIM STRAIGHTAWAY&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND me? OHmyGawd.. I felt so 'out of place'. Confident level drop until mother also cannot recognise. And worst of all, there isn't alot of interaction during the dinner. We were like forcing out topics to say to make up conversations - so very awkward LOR~~ (I felt like knocking my head on the wall x1000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPIAK!!&lt;br /&gt;STUPIAK!!&lt;br /&gt;STUPIAK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-5262418505228906113?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/5262418505228906113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=5262418505228906113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5262418505228906113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/5262418505228906113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/fat-hao-lor-dai-sei_191.html' title='FAT HAO lor.. Dai Sei!'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6434597919620499689</id><published>2008-07-11T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed Staff.. am I ?</title><content type='html'>I received my confirmation letter today.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to sign it and return the copy to HR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not sign it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : What do you want in the website ?&lt;br /&gt;B : I want X.&lt;br /&gt;A : What exactly do you want to write about X?&lt;br /&gt;B : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(can't answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;C : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(look puzzled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A : For instance, do you want to talk about ABC of X?&lt;br /&gt;B : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;C : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no response)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : .... or DEF of X?&lt;br /&gt;B : Wait, let me check with copywriter.&lt;br /&gt;A : *pissed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand B and C. Its not their first day in the web industry. Why are they not able to answer this kind of simple question? AND... check with copywriter? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.. I don't dare sign the confirmation letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6434597919620499689?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6434597919620499689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6434597919620499689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6434597919620499689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6434597919620499689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/confirmed-staff-am-i_6108.html' title='Confirmed Staff.. am I ?'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6391966062475078919</id><published>2008-07-11T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing Salah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Moth a little frustration:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why... ~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally smsed me out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... BUT I'm stucked in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compulsory&lt;/span&gt; karaoke session with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bosses&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when this happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6391966062475078919?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6391966062475078919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6391966062475078919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6391966062475078919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6391966062475078919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/timing-salah_3029.html' title='Timing Salah..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6277036002022355837</id><published>2008-07-04T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Performance Review Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Went well. Everything was excellent. I did such a good job. I got promoted, with an increment! Yay! I am so happy!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- The ideal scenario.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance Review Day!&lt;/span&gt; (The actual story)&lt;br /&gt;Not good. I brought up alot of issues to my bosses. I don't like the replies I'm getting. I felt bad for my designers, I felt bad for the team .. to have leaders like 'them'. I said alot of things that I shudda kept to myself, but I felt it is necessary for me to bring it up, so I did it. The outcome? Predictable. Bad as hell. A bunch of crappy feedback as usual. And it reflected very badly on my immediate superior. Let's just say, I don't have much choice. He wasn't too pleased about the review. I knew it. But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and no, NO promotion, NO increment :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleagues sekalian,&lt;br /&gt;You would probably ask me now, which is worse? This or my ex-company? I tell you - its the same, no more, no less. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KIAMSIAP-ness&lt;/span&gt; still apply to those who hold an upper management position level a.k.a. BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6277036002022355837?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6277036002022355837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6277036002022355837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6277036002022355837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6277036002022355837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-months-now_9133.html' title='4 months now..'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-1493169919139120803</id><published>2008-06-29T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a skill?</title><content type='html'>Random conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom during dinner (at Jalan 222's Hokkien mee restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth: Ehh Ehh Ehh,  Mi.. isn't that your friend's son? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*points to a hunk who walked passed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Harr? Where... who's son ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth: Nehh, the one over there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*points to another table*&lt;/span&gt; The Aunty-dunno-who's son marr.. rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: OOhh... yayaya, that is Aunty xxx's son! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*paused, then looks at me*&lt;/span&gt; Sui-cai arr... like that also you remember hor, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'sai-lei'&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moth: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Smile* ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Little did she know I've got a brain with enough hard disk space and RAM to store and retrieve faces of cute/gorgeous guys/hunks at anytime, anywhere..  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-1493169919139120803?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/1493169919139120803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=1493169919139120803&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1493169919139120803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/1493169919139120803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-this-skill_1457.html' title='Is this a skill?'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-4326750858935163354</id><published>2008-06-27T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of 'Ham Dan'</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl likes a boy.&lt;br /&gt;But the girl suspect he's gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl went for lunch with the boy.&lt;br /&gt;She tags a close friend (Boy B) of hers along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy asked the girl if she wants half of his salted egg.&lt;br /&gt;Girl said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy then asked Boy B if he wants it.&lt;br /&gt;Boy B said no, because if he wants it, it would be the whole egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Boy insisted to share it with Boy B.&lt;br /&gt;Boy passed half of his salted egg to Boy B's plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was angry.&lt;br /&gt;She was angry with Boy B.&lt;br /&gt;She stared at Boy B angrily.&lt;br /&gt;The girl was angry with the salted egg too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they did not live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am BOY B . Bwahahahhahahahaha. So, you can imagine how mad my friend is. She's jealous (yeah, over a 'ham dan'). And she felt threaten. -.-" . We're rivals now - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;according to her lar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our next session is to determine if boy is into boy or into girl - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We tried asking around, not much help.. and gaydar obviously isn't working well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who she? BxBx (not too hard, if you've been following my blog lately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who he? Baby-x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who me? I'm the hiao gong who has green eyes (contact lenses) which Boy stared at, at a pretty close distance - of course, that pisses the girl off as well LMAO~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-4326750858935163354?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/4326750858935163354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=4326750858935163354&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4326750858935163354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/4326750858935163354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-of-dan_6721.html' title='The story of &amp;#39;Ham Dan&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6172660802483026208</id><published>2008-06-26T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEAT = ="</title><content type='html'>I attended a full day seminar today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Crazy Boring!)&lt;/span&gt; . So, I wasn't around the office.&lt;br /&gt;At about 5pm, when I was about to leave the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ding Dong * (my mobile's sms tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my phone and saw "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MESSAGE(6)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!#!@*!#!!!@!#*!@&amp;amp;*!#!?!!??!?! WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could that be, I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked on "view" and GUESS what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BuBu's SMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singing* R u going die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicolensm's SMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(singing) IF I DIE I BCOME BUTTERFLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RLee's SMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But-ter-fly, flyyy in the sky~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nala's SMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(singing) Side by side, ah, low n high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BuBu's SMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singing* he ah cry, she ah cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicolensm's SMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(singing) they cry, i cry, everybody cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BURST OUT LAUGHING SO LOUD, thank god I was already in the car!! What on earth is the bunch of lunatics (my colleague at work) doing!? :S . I called them up, they kept singing on the phone, I kept laughing..  :D Haha.. damn 9 7 3 8 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arr&lt;/span&gt;... NOTHING TO DO IN THE OFFICE ARR?!?! Next time, send MMS laa.. lagi shiok.. record the voices down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ler mar&lt;/span&gt;.. :PpppPPppPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** For those of you who doesn't get the joke, .. well, they are actually trying to do &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPNyynkxw3A" target="_blank"&gt;&gt;&gt; THIS &lt;&lt;&lt;/a&gt; . Hehehe.. the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lyrics abit the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lari-larr&lt;/span&gt;.. MY FAULT.. I taught them the wrong stuffs LOLOLOL XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6172660802483026208?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6172660802483026208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6172660802483026208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6172660802483026208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6172660802483026208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweat_6257.html' title='SWEAT = =&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-6100560746509855655</id><published>2008-06-24T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost fail my Pend. Moral~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Phone rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picks up the phone) &lt;/span&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some woman on the other end:&lt;/span&gt; Is this JobsDB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; NO! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slam down the phone&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Bong:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Smiling one kind at me)&lt;/span&gt; Who's that? Just 'Hello' and 'NO!' ?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Laugh Laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Someone called and asked if this is JobsDB. So, 'NO' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lor&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Bong:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Laugh Laugh Laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Shakes head) &lt;/span&gt;*@#!$*#&amp;amp;!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually, I realized I was kinda rude to the woman. Kekeke :P &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A few minutes later that is!)&lt;/span&gt; The least I could do is to tell her 'I'm sorry, wrong number'. But Noooooo, I just slam down the phone after my big fat 'NO!' . LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;? Tsk.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesabaran.. apa tu? &lt;/span&gt;I'm losing it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-6100560746509855655?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/6100560746509855655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=6100560746509855655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6100560746509855655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/6100560746509855655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-almost-fail-my-pend-moral_7516.html' title='I almost fail my Pend. Moral~'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970159727062372635.post-8421934801289401726</id><published>2008-06-22T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:12:04.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itu apaa nama...</title><content type='html'>It feels awkward chatting with your friend's bf whom you've never met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LAGI&lt;/span&gt; weird when it started off as a random conversation with a stranger in a chatroom, only to find out 10 minutes later that he is actually your friend's bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- that's precisely what happened to moi. I &lt;strike&gt;almost flirted&lt;/strike&gt; finally got to know who my friend's bf is - encountered in a superbly awkward situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I ACTED AS THOUGH I'M NOT SURPRISED AT ALL! I'm one hell-of-a-good-actor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor.&lt;/span&gt;...  I WAS BLOODY SURPRISED -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you-know-who-you-are, Yess, this post is dedicated to you and your funny boi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970159727062372635-8421934801289401726?l=autumnmoth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/feeds/8421934801289401726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970159727062372635&amp;postID=8421934801289401726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8421934801289401726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970159727062372635/posts/default/8421934801289401726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmoth.blogspot.com/2008/06/itu-apaa-nama_5297.html' title='Itu apaa nama...'/><author><name>Autumn Moth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858303201328750220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://www.vodka-studio.com/images/mothy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
