<?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-2866519949714660755</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:13:08.089+08:00</updated><category term='t'/><category term='it'/><category term='9'/><title type='text'>Andri</title><subtitle type='html'>Dun take life too seriously,no ones gets out alive anyway.....Thats wat i feel all this while and im glad i found working in the kitchen is self satisfying.It not a bed of roses though but its really worth the effort</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7768488464646557100</id><published>2011-09-07T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:58:13.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank u so  much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_IyVkMI3t0/TmZRGlf5V2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/vuhr7ynJ-PM/s1600/thnk%2Bu%2B%2Bso%2Bmuch.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_IyVkMI3t0/TmZRGlf5V2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/vuhr7ynJ-PM/s200/thnk%2Bu%2B%2Bso%2Bmuch.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649291956169824098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i came back... life been a roller coaster,ppl been cruel and work really sucks..CHEF ARE TREATED WITH RESPECT OUTSIDE OF SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some ppl stick by me,some ppl stand by me and some even help me stand up on my feet.GOD send me these ppl and yes i thank you so much GOD. I nearly lost my faith but every time i did, u send me a sign , a light or a person to save me.. u send me an ANGEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel do exist and i now believe it......... An Angel touch my heart and an Angel stand by me,promising to be there for me,promising to love and care and promising to go thru thick and thin......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder y at times,others treat u better than your own. others care for u more than your own, others loves u more than your own......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who loves n care for me, i THANK you from the bottom of my heart... to those who still hates me... i say FUCK OFF and get a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there is GOD, there will be ANGEL..... as long as there is ANGEL.. i walk this path feeling safe and secure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7768488464646557100?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7768488464646557100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7768488464646557100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7768488464646557100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7768488464646557100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2011/09/thank-u-so-much.html' title='Thank u so  much'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_IyVkMI3t0/TmZRGlf5V2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/vuhr7ynJ-PM/s72-c/thnk%2Bu%2B%2Bso%2Bmuch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4999501543220069798</id><published>2011-07-26T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T05:08:17.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide Mission  which turns out well.....very well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55VCWrQ3aZ4/Ti3bNQpygZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/BE3YVd9nI68/s1600/sff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55VCWrQ3aZ4/Ti3bNQpygZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/BE3YVd9nI68/s200/sff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633399729765384594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th of July.. a date that i will remember as long as i live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my good fren Chef Amri was asked to cook for 150 pax with the student of ITE college and the menu from the diva KAK AZIZAH.( I'm her biggest fans and I'm always dumb struck when i see her,she enters the room with an aura that makes u feels her presents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Amri came in on the 23th and assigned the kids to do the miss-en-place for Sunday and we can see that ,these kids can do the work........but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 24th,things goes wrong... ,we just know that these student only started school 3 months ago,we knows their experienced is very limited and than we realised...... its a suicide mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just prayed and hoped everything will be just fine, we just hoped all will be OK and goes smoothly and really really hope that nothing terrible happened cos when things goes wrong, i not only failed for myself,i oso failed lots of ppl there including Kak Azizah and that's wat we dun want.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Amri and told him that, no matter wat... we 2 have to make it happen.... we rushed,we pushed the student, we pushed our self to the limit and beyond... we both skipped lunch and dinner and stays back in the kitchen while the kids is resting....we pushed n motivated each other,and today i can proudly says and bring shame to those guys who thinks Chef Amri cant win the Chef selebriti show.....I'm showing my middle finger to u...and will tell each and everyone of u that this is a good and multi talented Chef that makes even your winner to shame............. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with Amri was just too good, 2 chef in the kitchen,doing wat we do best...giving advised to each other and seeking advised from one another... i could not pulled this off if they give me anyone else....and this i will remember for life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During serviced time... we managed to get things done and we try to do it right and fast..... we have some minor outburst with each other and to the kids....but we managed.... we both have the same mentality at that point of time and we rather die trying than die sulking......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT last we did it, ppl loves the food, the media is there,the news reporter is there..we are praised over n over again on stage and after all that,we both still managed to cleaned the kitchen.... we both almost exhausted and by looking at each other we wanted to just hug n congrats but both of us know we wont do that ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GAVE A NEW MEANING TO THE WORDS........Above all challenge yourself. You may well surprise yourself at what strengths you have, what you can accomplish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-4999501543220069798?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4999501543220069798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4999501543220069798' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4999501543220069798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4999501543220069798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2011/07/suicide-mission-which-turns-out.html' title='Suicide Mission  which turns out well.....very well'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55VCWrQ3aZ4/Ti3bNQpygZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/BE3YVd9nI68/s72-c/sff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8758488771181256260</id><published>2011-07-04T03:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T04:03:11.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk thru a tunnel and never  saw any light...damn whers the exit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-raBWKwr738Y/ThDJ5wpu-KI/AAAAAAAAAi4/IIz4fUaTKTo/s1600/iphone%2B2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625217928735422626 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-raBWKwr738Y/ThDJ5wpu-KI/AAAAAAAAAi4/IIz4fUaTKTo/s200/iphone%2B2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Everybody says...when u walk thru a tunnel,u see a ray of lights ahead and there is Hope....wheres mine? Coming back from Manado really change my Career,I had few offers locally and overseas,I really wanted to go away again,but i will missed those in Singapore.I wanted to stay in Singapore but the offer given was not that attractive at all. WHAT HAPPEN ? These few months was really bad for me, i mean i been thru worse...but this is BAD enough for me. Money stops coming in,Few frens got caught up with the Law,my daughter seems drifting away,Cars that i wanted to buy was sold,had a fren who passed away in an accident and few others shit..yes babe, I'm in a pile of SHITS now.... Life have not been kind to me and never expected it to get worse,I'm digging deep inside my savings,but me being me..... i smile, i laugh and even helped others at my own personal cost! Is it time to be selfish? It is time to just think bout my own self? Is it time to say NO to ppl? Life for me was not and never about myself before... I dunno wat happen to my daughter,but she thinks those who gave her material things....loves her alot! TIA I HAVE NOTHING MUCH TO OFFER EXCEPT MY DEEPEST AND SINCERE LOVE TO U ! My family does not even know a thing bout wat I'm going thru,they still think i have tons of money in my banks and just by opening their mouth,they get it.. I JUST HOPE IT WILL BE OK SOON....IF NOT, IN TEENAGERS LANGUAGE THESE DAYS.. I SAY F.M.L( fuck my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b63a188ae3cc622f" 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://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db63a188ae3cc622f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348071%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B8F1E09606983907CC813A5AFD6722A54B56F81.2087A6A7EC7B40A70A1B9CACFEFB466D71C9905E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db63a188ae3cc622f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0WTw6SRNSLteK9Jcb41Kdt_W4H8&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://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db63a188ae3cc622f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348071%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B8F1E09606983907CC813A5AFD6722A54B56F81.2087A6A7EC7B40A70A1B9CACFEFB466D71C9905E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db63a188ae3cc622f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0WTw6SRNSLteK9Jcb41Kdt_W4H8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8758488771181256260?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8758488771181256260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8758488771181256260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8758488771181256260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8758488771181256260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2011/07/walk-thru-tunnel-and-never-saw-any.html' title='Walk thru a tunnel and never  saw any light...damn whers the exit!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-raBWKwr738Y/ThDJ5wpu-KI/AAAAAAAAAi4/IIz4fUaTKTo/s72-c/iphone%2B2051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7288945388624371428</id><published>2011-05-29T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:28:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimabajo Resort--------- memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LbSs5ovlEI/TeEwxlAYTZI/AAAAAAAAAis/niSYG-krwU0/s1600/CIMG3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LbSs5ovlEI/TeEwxlAYTZI/AAAAAAAAAis/niSYG-krwU0/s200/CIMG3318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611820238985776530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Grass is always greener on the other side------------its  true,cos i worked in a Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went away to work in Manado Indonesia,really  opens up my eyes,being an expat and Chef in a far away land was never easy for anyone,we missed our family,loves ones,friends and everything .&lt;br /&gt; Being away from TIA was the hardest and having to work in a different environmet was a challenge,The food,staff,lodging,gay boss and lots of nonsence from the HR Department.&lt;br /&gt; I was employed to change the food and i did a pretty good  job  on that,guest loves the food,we had no complains and staff im with are happpy  with me..BUT ,not all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make good  frens and even  got my self an adopted daughter,im happy  over there and feels at home. I even  have an adopted family  there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Manado is totally diffierent  from  here,and the good ,the bad ,and the ugly memory i will always remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im back in SG and i might consider  the offers i had  again  from  abroad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome  back  Andri....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7288945388624371428?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7288945388624371428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7288945388624371428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7288945388624371428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7288945388624371428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2011/05/kimabajo-resort-memories.html' title='Kimabajo Resort--------- memories'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LbSs5ovlEI/TeEwxlAYTZI/AAAAAAAAAis/niSYG-krwU0/s72-c/CIMG3318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8278839210060338701</id><published>2010-12-24T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:12:56.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/TRQBn8MlmHI/AAAAAAAAAic/tuF2j1M3Wxo/s1600/camera%2B086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/TRQBn8MlmHI/AAAAAAAAAic/tuF2j1M3Wxo/s200/camera%2B086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554066026140113010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last post was in june... so long i nver  write or update my blog,cos im lazy. But now,im  back...back to write  how i  feel and how am i ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I deactivate my FB cos i think,i wanna  lay  low and not tell everyone how am i and what im doing..so im back to writting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just a quck update, im in Manado Indonesia now, now more Singapore,now more Yishun... im in  manado( if u dunno  where,go look up for it) im not  gonna spoon feed u .&lt;br /&gt; Its been 2 month  since i start working as an exec chef in an upmarket resort in indonesia.Still getting used to the  evironment/ppl/system/and living   condition... wish me  luck my  frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I cant write  much...cos its  christmas eve.....so im  damn  bz  lah .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bye&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   LOve from  manado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8278839210060338701?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8278839210060338701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8278839210060338701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8278839210060338701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8278839210060338701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-back.html' title='Im back!!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/TRQBn8MlmHI/AAAAAAAAAic/tuF2j1M3Wxo/s72-c/camera%2B086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4887432948302741903</id><published>2010-06-27T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:04:58.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/TCZBJ4DQI2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/9MnJpxnpjUs/s1600/the-sad-clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/TCZBJ4DQI2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/9MnJpxnpjUs/s200/the-sad-clown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487144833918182242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence builds an awful wreckage of a guy&lt;br /&gt;It feeds on loneliness and creates a void&lt;br /&gt;Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture&lt;br /&gt;A guy is stricken and destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no sound of laughter or happiness here&lt;br /&gt;The little one has thrown in the towel today&lt;br /&gt;Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul&lt;br /&gt;It is futile to hope and dream and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness builds a home in this woman&lt;br /&gt;In this guy , this child where hollows have bred&lt;br /&gt;A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes&lt;br /&gt;And eats away at every connecting thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing considered worthy remains&lt;br /&gt;Destined to walk through life less ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Alone, exiled, different and disdained&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-4887432948302741903?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4887432948302741903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4887432948302741903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4887432948302741903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4887432948302741903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/06/sad-clown.html' title='Sad Clown'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/TCZBJ4DQI2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/9MnJpxnpjUs/s72-c/the-sad-clown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2506047791174009924</id><published>2010-06-01T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T03:36:00.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Want----Never Will-----Never Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/TAQPQ06msfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ZsIbNzMnR_E/s1600/000k053ubVs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/TAQPQ06msfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ZsIbNzMnR_E/s200/000k053ubVs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477519828546138610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3 am, still cant sleep as i have a container load of stuff in my head.When it comes to a relationship, i mean all my past relationship..what i want is just to be HAPPY..its spells H.A.P.P.Y ...simple right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate quarreling,argument,confrontation and such.. i rather just sleep on the problem and talk bout it when all is well.No point in trashing it out while u both in a bad and angry mode,nothing will settled and it will get worse at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im always a BURDEN to my partner,in terms of my financial status,I'm always a hindrance to my partner..due to my financial responsibility as a single dad and the eldest in my family,indirectly all the burden comes down to me and Andri being Andri, i will just keep quiet and obliged to every needs my family and daughter needs even to the expand of my own difficulties.I owe alot to my partner eventually and always felt small and helpless, i always felt that i cant provide enough for my self and let alone for the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me, i wanna changed her to someone she is not,i wanted her to be like my ex wife(for your info,if i wan to have someone like my ex wife,i wont divorced in the first place)I'm not the kind who compared, I'm not the kind who wanna change someone to whom they are not....cos i know, i will never change for anyone except my owned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is not at his best right now, i dunno y oso, my life is not at my best(or i will never be my best )sometimes.. i just felt like ending all this things and just pack and GO...or just go get caught and stay in prison for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i cant be selfish and run, i can run but i cant hide....whatever happen ,happen for a reason... only GOD knows what and how he wants me to be in this life..whats my character,my maximum achievement and what i can do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave it to HIM to decide....ask HUMAN, we always say, from HIM we came, from HIM we will go back to.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-2506047791174009924?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2506047791174009924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2506047791174009924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2506047791174009924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2506047791174009924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-want-never-will-never-happen.html' title='Never Want----Never Will-----Never Happen'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/TAQPQ06msfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ZsIbNzMnR_E/s72-c/000k053ubVs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6451329608671662105</id><published>2010-05-26T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:21:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 THINGS BOUT US MAN....THAN  WOMAN SHOULD KNOW AND UNDERSTAND...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_0SI1crprI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ErtAMYmqym4/s1600/GetAttachment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_0SI1crprI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ErtAMYmqym4/s200/GetAttachment4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475552664948025010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Guys may be flirting around all day, but&lt;br /&gt;before they go to sleep they always think about the girl they truly care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Guys are more emotional then you think if they&lt;br /&gt;loved you at one point it takes them a lot longer&lt;br /&gt;then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they arent with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Guys go crazy over a girl's smile ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what uh...never mind....." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are&lt;br /&gt;thinking and he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll&lt;br /&gt;obsess about it trying to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. you don't need to give advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THEN YOU LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use&lt;br /&gt;beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a&lt;br /&gt;whole heck of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl,&lt;br /&gt;he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next&lt;br /&gt;time he spends time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl's mind for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)No guy can handle all his problems on his own He's just too stubborn to admit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)NOT ALL GUYS ARE RUDE! Just because ONE is RUDE doesn't mean he represents ALL of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6451329608671662105?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6451329608671662105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6451329608671662105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6451329608671662105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6451329608671662105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/05/16-things-bout-us-manthan-woman-should.html' title='16 THINGS BOUT US MAN....THAN  WOMAN SHOULD KNOW AND UNDERSTAND...'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_0SI1crprI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ErtAMYmqym4/s72-c/GetAttachment4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4295167085593655456</id><published>2010-05-25T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:14:57.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakes of Love......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_vpFZ_N16I/AAAAAAAAAhs/tDlkMXbKPnU/s1600/sendbinary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_vpFZ_N16I/AAAAAAAAAhs/tDlkMXbKPnU/s200/sendbinary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475226051083622306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thru out my career as a kitchen helper to chef-de-cuisine,Pastry was never my forte.I never like to do cakes,desserts,Gelato and all the sweets stuff.Im more to the oven,fire burning,grilling and creating  new items kind of chef,i only do  things for a reason and pastry is something i did if i have a reason to do it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bake cakes,for my loves one... i present them these cakes to soften,pacify and pleased them as i feel,the sweetness of a cake will make everybody smile.I did the cakes myself and its such a complicated things to do  in baking, the temperature must be right, the grammage and even the time and ingredient..1 wrong moved and its back to zero......thats y i never liked pastry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 ladies did have the benefits to try and taste the cakes i do,only 2 of these ladies have tasted my cakes and thank me for that...I can cook anytime for anyone,but bake? its only for someone special.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know its  selfish,but its a selfish world we are leaving in. Its either u or them,some ppl will never appreciate what we did,but than again..thats  life.Some just need u at their own conveniences...and again thats what some of us are treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A man will lower their ego ,but not to the lowest..some man will go against their belief,but not  forever.....times and time..we will be dissapointed in life,time and time again we will make others dissapointed....its a cycle which can never be broken or change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; whatever happens to us,its all  fate....Life is Fated And thats how i live my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-4295167085593655456?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4295167085593655456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4295167085593655456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4295167085593655456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4295167085593655456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/05/cakes-of-love.html' title='Cakes of Love......'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_vpFZ_N16I/AAAAAAAAAhs/tDlkMXbKPnU/s72-c/sendbinary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2377317319454481415</id><published>2010-05-19T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T02:11:11.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_O-MTH9jWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/HGhSeZBLzas/s1600/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_O-MTH9jWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/HGhSeZBLzas/s200/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472927090686659938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_O-LyfYJkI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Gbcf2tjKhN0/s1600/sepi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_O-LyfYJkI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Gbcf2tjKhN0/s200/sepi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472927081926501954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam…&lt;br /&gt;ku tidur tak lena&lt;br /&gt;teringatkan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;terimbas kembali kenangan lalu&lt;br /&gt;alangkah indahnya bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengalir air mataku&lt;br /&gt;menemani malam sepiku&lt;br /&gt;ku rindu saat bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;sukarnya ku untuk melupakanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahulu engkau berikan cinta&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kini engkau berubah&lt;br /&gt;manakah janji akan setia menanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jikalau engkau tak lagi cinta&lt;br /&gt;katakan saja aku tak kisah&lt;br /&gt;dari kau terus membuat ku menunggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak ku sangka&lt;br /&gt;tak ku duga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perpisahan yang akan melanda&lt;br /&gt;dah ku cuba&lt;br /&gt;pertahankan&lt;br /&gt;namun dirimu pergi jua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cintamu bagaikan rembulan&lt;br /&gt;yang hadir bila malam menjelang&lt;br /&gt;kau hilang bila siang mendatang&lt;br /&gt;begitulah sikap mu oh syg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau lontar cintaku ditepian&lt;br /&gt;ku bagaikan hanyut di lautan&lt;br /&gt;yang lemas di dalam percintaan&lt;br /&gt;dipukul gelombang keresahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~dahulu engkau berikan cinta&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kini engkau berubah&lt;br /&gt;manakah janji akan setia menanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jikalau engkau tak lagi cinta&lt;br /&gt;katakan saja aku tak kisah&lt;br /&gt;dari kau terus membuat ku menunggu&lt;br /&gt;tak ku sangka&lt;br /&gt;tak ku duga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perpisahan yang akan melanda&lt;br /&gt;dah ku cuba&lt;br /&gt;pertahankan&lt;br /&gt;namun dirimu pergi jua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cintamu bagaikan rembulan&lt;br /&gt;yang hadir bila mlm menjelang&lt;br /&gt;kau hilang bila siang mendatang&lt;br /&gt;begitulah sikap mu oh syg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau lontar cintaku ditepian&lt;br /&gt;ku bagaikan hanyut di lautan&lt;br /&gt;yang lemas di dalam percintaan&lt;br /&gt;dipukul gelombang keresahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengalir air mataku&lt;br /&gt;menemani mlm sepiku&lt;br /&gt;ku rindu saat bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;sukarnya ku untuk melupakanmu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-2377317319454481415?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2377317319454481415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2377317319454481415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2377317319454481415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2377317319454481415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/05/sepi.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEPI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_O-MTH9jWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/HGhSeZBLzas/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-3298286182749324104</id><published>2010-05-19T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:44:00.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The CALL that change my future........if i accept,should i accept?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_OImF9VLYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/r9zfroZeX_Q/s1600/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_OImF9VLYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/r9zfroZeX_Q/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472868160201108866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Early morning at 8 am today, a called came in from an unfamiliar number and looking for me...duh!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Miss or Mrs or Mdm Rebecca called and asking me if im available to come down to their office anytime soon to talk bout my job? As i was still sleeping and feeling blur, i asked her...huh? what job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I applied for a position as a Chef-De Cuisine on a cruise liner long time back that i cant  remember when  oso,Now they asked me to sign a contract of 2 yrs on a luxury ship taking charge of a restaurant on board with 70 plus staff from all over the WORLD? I hope no China Man in the  kitchen  though..... I was of cos happy and delighted,the salary is good and in US dollar, i get to travel round the world and visit places i never go before.........THAN,when i was driving to work... I THINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Will i accept the job,hows my family and loves one,hows TIA especially,how will  this effect me and her? will she missed me? will i missed her? what bout my parents?thers is too much  at stake and to think bout if i go...and  damn its for 2 solid years.... even if i go jailed for 2 years oso they can still  visit  me....but this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the other  hand,if i take up this job offer, i be away for 2 years and i can slowly forget and erased the unwanted memories or event in my life,I can earn more money that i earned here and my experience will definitely widen and jobs satisfaction will  be high for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have bout 1 month to think it over and gives Rebecca the answer,till than, GOD please helped me make my decision cos 50% of me wanted to GO,50% of me wants me to STAY.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-3298286182749324104?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/3298286182749324104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=3298286182749324104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3298286182749324104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3298286182749324104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/05/call-that-change-my-futureif-i.html' title='The CALL that change my future........if i accept,should i accept?'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_OImF9VLYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/r9zfroZeX_Q/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4600244056762101917</id><published>2010-05-17T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:59:26.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IBU..... u make my day...</title><content type='html'>After a long day or work and feeling tired and sleepy, i just wanted to go home ,wash up and go to sleep...i think,thats my daily routine.Work been very stressful with me wanting to hit the company target and working with whole bunch of China workers does not gives me any benefits at all ...for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I slowly  park the car,get a can of my usual COKE from the vending machine and waited for the lift, these days the lift takes a longer  time to come down as they are renovating and 1 lift operate only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I drag my body into the lift and go up, i unlock the gate and than the wooden door,all was dark,usually  when i got home,most of them goes to bed and closed their doors except for my room,I on the light to the room and my mum as usual will clean ,mop and tidy up my room...HAHA, i know la, i should be doing all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To my suprised she even  change the bed sheet for me, and when i saw the bedsheet, i was nearly  choked by the  coke and burst into a laugh,yes i laugh out  loud alone in the room.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mother actually  changed the bedsheet to a cover which i will never wanted to let ppl  see ,im so  freaking malu  sia to see the cover and the pillow, i felt like a princess....yes u heard it right,like a princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................cos the bedsheet is so beatifully pink in colour,i will show u  the pic,but  dun laugh k..i swear to GOD i never asked my mum to buy me this bedsheet or  what,maybe she got it cheap at pasar malam or perhaps my aunt gave &lt;br /&gt;her....But my IBU make my day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       THIS IS MY BEDSHEET FOR THE NEXT FEW NIGHTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_ES6u1PcxI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PArBI-PO1_A/s1600/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_ES6u1PcxI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PArBI-PO1_A/s400/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472175822444917522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-4600244056762101917?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4600244056762101917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4600244056762101917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4600244056762101917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4600244056762101917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/05/ibu-u-make-my-day.html' title='IBU..... u make my day...'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_ES6u1PcxI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PArBI-PO1_A/s72-c/IMG_0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6051828373506474688</id><published>2010-05-17T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:12:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe</title><content type='html'>I believe that the sun shines after the rain &lt;br /&gt;I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain &lt;br /&gt;I believe in not doing things the easy way &lt;br /&gt;I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a second chance &lt;br /&gt;I believe in a life long romance &lt;br /&gt;I believe there is life after death &lt;br /&gt;And standing up to a life of mess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love at first sight &lt;br /&gt;I believe that revenge isn’t right &lt;br /&gt;I believe that first impressions last &lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing better then a good laugh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that dreams do come true, I believe there's destiny for me and you, &lt;br /&gt;I believe something good comes from something bad I believe everyone has one true love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's destiny for me and you &lt;br /&gt;I believe that good things come to those who wait &lt;br /&gt;I believe love never arrives too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe something good comes from something bad &lt;br /&gt;I believe that for tears of happiness there are tears of sad &lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone has a guardian angel &lt;br /&gt;And the good you do will be rewarded well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe sometimes there is no explanation &lt;br /&gt;I believe money can't buy people's affection &lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until it's gone &lt;br /&gt;I believe a new day arrives with every dawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe a smile can be contagious &lt;br /&gt;I believe in being very outrageous &lt;br /&gt;I believe in living with no regrets &lt;br /&gt;I believe that life is as good as it gets &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God watches over us &lt;br /&gt;I believe the little things are worth the fuss &lt;br /&gt;I believe you have each friend for a reason &lt;br /&gt;I believe you will get punished for treason &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that what comes first is family &lt;br /&gt;I believe we should all live in harmony &lt;br /&gt;I believe in making the most of a beautiful day &lt;br /&gt;And it's not the end until everything's okay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe absence makes the heart grow fonder &lt;br /&gt;I believe you will lose if you sit and wonder &lt;br /&gt;I believe every experience teaches you a lesson &lt;br /&gt;And nothing cures better then a thinking session &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone has one true love &lt;br /&gt;I believe sometimes we need a little shove &lt;br /&gt;I believe the whole world is a stage &lt;br /&gt;I believe we only get better with age &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that to learn you have to live &lt;br /&gt;I believe that to love someone you have to give &lt;br /&gt;I believe one moment can change your life &lt;br /&gt;And there's still help when you’re in strife &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone has one true friend &lt;br /&gt;I believe love helps a broken heart mend &lt;br /&gt;I believe in the power of a song &lt;br /&gt;And things will change before too long &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe living is the best experience &lt;br /&gt;I believe in not laughing at other people’s expense &lt;br /&gt;I believe it’s hard to watch a lover leave &lt;br /&gt;And when they’re gone all you can do is breath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe to always look on the bright side &lt;br /&gt;I believe that life is just one big ride &lt;br /&gt;I believe when I die people will grieve &lt;br /&gt;But it’s ok even if im the only IDIOT WHO BELIEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_A1PT33o8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Z_dPMDQu5PY/s1600/CIMG2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_A1PT33o8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Z_dPMDQu5PY/s400/CIMG2888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471932084404069314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6051828373506474688?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6051828373506474688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6051828373506474688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6051828373506474688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6051828373506474688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-believe.html' title='I Believe'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S_A1PT33o8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Z_dPMDQu5PY/s72-c/CIMG2888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7425507062231346487</id><published>2010-05-14T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:47:26.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss from a roses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-ycZ9cT_UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aWE-eYuPCaw/s1600/first-kiss_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-ycZ9cT_UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aWE-eYuPCaw/s320/first-kiss_18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470919617152286018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a kiss,but i guess each kiss means different things and gesture.....here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Kiss on the stomach = Im ready&lt;br /&gt;+Kiss on the Forehead ="i hope we're together forever"&lt;br /&gt;+Kiss on the Ear = Your my everything&lt;br /&gt;+Kiss on the Cheek = "We're friends"&lt;br /&gt;+Kiss on the Hand = "I adore you"&lt;br /&gt;+Kiss on the Neck = "we belong together"&lt;br /&gt;+Kiss on the Shoulder = "I want you"&lt;br /&gt;+Kiss on the Lips = I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the gesture means...&lt;br /&gt;+Holding Hands = "we definitely love each other"&lt;br /&gt;+Slap on the Butt = "That's mine"&lt;br /&gt;+Holding on tight = "i don't want to let go"&lt;br /&gt;+Looking into each other's Eyes = "i just plain love you"&lt;br /&gt;+Playing with Hair = "Tell me you love me"&lt;br /&gt;+Arms around the Waist = "I love you too much to let go"&lt;br /&gt;+Laughing while Kissing = "I am completely comfortable with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Advice--&lt;br /&gt;+ Dont ask for a kiss, take one.&lt;br /&gt;+If you were thinking about someone while reading this,&lt;br /&gt;you're definitely in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt; Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;&lt;br /&gt;     Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;&lt;br /&gt;     A thousand to that hundred; so kisse on,&lt;br /&gt;     To make that thousand up a million;&lt;br /&gt;     Treble that million, and when that is done,&lt;br /&gt;     Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7425507062231346487?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7425507062231346487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-ycZ9cT_UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aWE-eYuPCaw/s72-c/first-kiss_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2847280272855171234</id><published>2010-05-14T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:20:25.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keinsafan dan Keampunan.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-xQ57mfFSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5oVxxzrwfMc/s1600/0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-xQ57mfFSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5oVxxzrwfMc/s320/0019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470836603530188066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgiving is love's toughest work, and love's biggest risk.  If you twist it into something it was never meant to be, it can make you a doormat or an insufferable manipulator.  Forgiving seems almost unnatural.  Our sense of fairness tells us people should pay for the wrong they do.  But forgiving is love's power to break nature's rule&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kata -Kata yang aku dapat dari sebuah buku yang aku baca( MCM PAHAM JE BACA BUKU)&lt;br /&gt;Manusia tidak akan pernah lari dari membuat kesilapan dan kesalahan,walau kesalahan itu kecil sekalipun ianya tetap salah dan tidak harus dilakukan kepada sesiapa sekalipun,&lt;strong&gt;I made mistakes im just a man&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; Kadang kala kita terdesak dan membuat kesilapan itu untuk menutup sesuatu kesalahan,ada juga kerana kita tidak ingin bertengkar,kita menipu dan ia juga satu kesilapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dalam hidup aku ,banyak kesilapan yang kecil mahupun yang besar telah aku lakukan pada orang lain.Aku juga pernah melakukan kesilapan terhadap bekas isteriku apabila aku menjatuhkan Talak didepan mahkamah( padahal aku telah berjanji pada ayah dan ibunya aku tidak akan menjatuhkan TALAK sedang aku diijabkabulkan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Selapas beberapa tahun,aku selalu terfikir tentang kesilapa yang aku lakukan dan cuba menjernihkan air yang kotor,aku cuba merendah diri dan meminta keampunan atas segala kesilapan aku,ternyata ada yang tidak ingin memaafkan kesilapan yang aku lakukan,ada juga yang telah mengampunkan kesilapan itu dan mereka menerima aku kembali...tetapi,layanan dan cara mereka melayan aku,jauh beza dari dulu.Aku terima hakikatnya yang aku pernah membuat kesilapan kepada mereka dan aku harus berterima kasih jika mereka sudi memaafkan diri ini,aku tidak seharusnya meminta mereka melayan aku seperti dulu dan aku harus sedar bahawa,aku bukan lagi memiliki diri mereka yang pernah aku lukai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Masa menentukan segalanya dan masa juga dapat mengubat luka ,masa adalah satu-satunya perkara yang aku perlukan untuk memberitahu yang aku ini ikhlas untuk menebus dosa dosa silam...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ya ALLAH, Berikan aku kekuatan untuk aku menjalani hidup ini seharian,berikan aku petunjuk untuk mengubah cara hidupku dan pemikiranku ini,berikan aku waktu untuk membuktikan segalanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanakan ku mula&lt;br /&gt;Dan apakah kata-kata &lt;br /&gt;Yang indah untuk diabadikan &lt;br /&gt;Tiap wajah berkisah &lt;br /&gt;Tiap madah bererti &lt;br /&gt;Manakah ilhamku &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya di matamu &lt;br /&gt;Senyum di bibirmu &lt;br /&gt;Mengukir seribu tanda pertanyaan &lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah kau jua dalam kerinduan &lt;br /&gt;Di saat begini aku merindukan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhelai-helai surat &lt;br /&gt;Terbiar di depanku &lt;br /&gt;Tak dapat aku utuskan &lt;br /&gt;Ku ramas semua &lt;br /&gt;Dan ku buangkan &lt;br /&gt;Jauh dari pandangan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu aku kesal &lt;br /&gt;Ku kumpul semula &lt;br /&gt;Tak dapat ku nyatakan apa yang ku rasa &lt;br /&gt;Jika engkau tahu di dalam hatiku &lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah kau sahut jeritan batinku &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkanlah panggilanku &lt;br /&gt;Dengarkanlah lagu untukmu &lt;br /&gt;Angin lalu kau sampaikan &lt;br /&gt;Rasa rindu yang membara &lt;br /&gt;Kepadanya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warna-warna cintaku &lt;br /&gt;Kian pudar bersama &lt;br /&gt;Malam yang gelap gelita &lt;br /&gt;Entahkan kau rasakan &lt;br /&gt;Apa yang aku rasa &lt;br /&gt;Atau kau tak endah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ku percaya &lt;br /&gt;Semua telah tertulis &lt;br /&gt;Dan niat suciku takkan disiakan &lt;br /&gt;Dan di suatu masa &lt;br /&gt;Di hari yang indah &lt;br /&gt;Ku hulur tanganku &lt;br /&gt;Lalu kau terima &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lagu SUATU MASA dari M.Nasir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-2847280272855171234?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2847280272855171234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2847280272855171234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2847280272855171234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2847280272855171234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/05/keinsafan-dan-keampunan.html' title='Keinsafan dan Keampunan.....'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-xQ57mfFSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5oVxxzrwfMc/s72-c/0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4211055124183970546</id><published>2010-05-13T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T04:54:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling all F*#K -UP.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-sVRP_OqCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3KYJBZD-EJM/s1600/ScrewedUpMyStory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-sVRP_OqCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3KYJBZD-EJM/s320/ScrewedUpMyStory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470489558465292322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PLS SEEK PARENTAL GUIDE WHEN READING THIS BLOG..SOME CONTENT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ARE U 18 AND ABOVE?          ___ YES ___ NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; These few weeks especially,been feeling worse and worse each day, i cant explain y it feels these ways either,maybe its my job,my life or its just me.I feel uneasy,moody and really got no mood to do things.If i have a choice, i just wanna lie down on my bed and "NUA" the whole day.&lt;br /&gt; I hated this feelings,but yet again im finding n searching the reason y am i feeling so F*#k-up n SCREWED -UP...yey i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I doubt its  midlife crisis cos i know for sure i fucking have a long way to go till mid life crisis struck me.but y the fuck im feeling this bad? its one of the worse feeling i had since 2002 when i got seperated,i just felt fucking useless&lt;br /&gt;and no words of console can make me feel better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i was a fucking kids and dun have to worry so much, go sch( &lt;strong&gt;i did go to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sch for a decent number of years,even though my attendance is always 50% and below&lt;/strong&gt;) ,do homework( &lt;strong&gt;i have my frens to do that for &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;btw),go religious class( &lt;strong&gt;yes i did go for awhile,after that just go play &lt;/strong&gt;soccer &lt;strong&gt;and tell my mum i went&lt;/strong&gt;), puppy love( &lt;strong&gt;u know the time wen u fall for a girl in your class and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;getting so shy when your classmates n teacher tease u&lt;/strong&gt; ) I miss  all that, no worry,no problem,no troubled mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all i do is fucking work,yes i love my job as a chef and the money is good,but i always end up broke cos i have lots of financial commitment.I have lots of frens,too many at times.I have lots of loved all around me,but i always felt empty..empty in my heart......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The fact that  some ppl hated me is another reason y i feel so Fuck-up..i know im an asshole before, i might took your GF away, i might toy with gerls feelings as and when i want,but its over now.. i stopped i mean i stopped alot! BUT TO THOSE WHO TILL NOW HATED ME OR MY GUTS... I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL U...EVEN IF U HATE ME,I DUN GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE.. U KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME, SO PLEASE DUN BE A FUCKING SISSY AND HIDE BEHIND YOUR LAPTOP..... cos i had enough of these laptop warriors...its time to closed the chapter and end all this nonsence.....come and get what u want, i be happy to give ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life for me thesedays,is simply not that meaningful at all....shit happens,yes i know it happens at times, but shits always happen  for me,thats wat i dun understand...maybe it retribution,maybe its karma maybe its just a test from GOD, whatever it is ....Its just  NOT GOOD AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        On the inside it feels like no one cares and on the outside people do care,&lt;br /&gt;        But what I don't understand is why, &lt;br /&gt;        Do I feel no one cares... &lt;br /&gt;        I always screw up in life and mess things up...&lt;br /&gt;        Yet people still care... &lt;br /&gt;        I'm such a silly boy when it comes to my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;        Why is all I ask.... &lt;br /&gt;        Do you care this much about a screw up like me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-4211055124183970546?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4211055124183970546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4211055124183970546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4211055124183970546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4211055124183970546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-all-fk-up.html' title='Feeling all F*#K -UP.....'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-sVRP_OqCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3KYJBZD-EJM/s72-c/ScrewedUpMyStory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2754795950636762875</id><published>2010-05-11T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:31:42.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BENCI..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-jq-7LiRZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cARcelfEd7o/s1600/cockroach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-jq-7LiRZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cARcelfEd7o/s400/cockroach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469880114200331666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Perkataan BENCI selalu kita dengar apabila kita marah atau sudah tidak ambil endah tentang seseorang itu,haruskah kita terus membenci atau benci akan berubah ?Harus kta ambil kisah tentang sebab kita membenci orang itu,adakah wajar kita membencinya selamanya atau untuk sementara waktu sahaja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aku tidak pernah membenci seseorang untuk selamanya walau apa yang mereka telah atau pernah lakukan kepada diriku,mungkin aku seorang yang pemaaf kerana aku sedar,kita hanya manusia biasa dan kita belajar dari kesilapan kita itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jauh itu ada jarak yang terpisah...&lt;br /&gt;Jauh itu ada ruang yang memisah...&lt;br /&gt;Jauh itu dua insan yang terpisah...&lt;br /&gt;Jauh itu dua hati yang dipisah...&lt;br /&gt;Namun jauh itu ada rindu yang tak sudah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ku benci pada siapa saja yang bertakhta di hatimu selain diriku...&lt;br /&gt;Benci juga pada diri sendiri kerana berkeadaan begini&lt;br /&gt;kerana jiwaku telah terlalu menyangi dirimu...&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku benci pada jarak ini yang telah menimbulkan&lt;br /&gt;kerinduan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tiada siapa yang tahu isi hatiku...&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak akan  ada yang tahu ...&lt;br /&gt;Hanya TUHAN tahu isi hatiku&lt;br /&gt;tapi sayang seribu kali sayang...&lt;br /&gt;kau hanya tahu di kulitnya saja bukan di dalam..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kadang kala hidup ini,terlalu sukar untuk kita  memahami tujuan dan erti penghidupan itu sendiri,sekarang baru aku mengerti mengapa mereka berkata,hidup ini cuma pinjaman semata mata,hidup ini tak akan indah dan senang selama lama,&lt;br /&gt;walaupun kita bertukar tukar pasangan,kita bersuka ria dan berfoya foya...cuba tanya dengan diri kita adakah ini kebahagian? adakah ini yang kita pinta dan ada ini cara hidup yang kita idam-idamkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mabuk,pergi disko,ramai kawan kawan yang ketawa dan gembira bersama....akhirnya,bila kita pulang kerumah dan bersendirian,kita akan terasa kesunyian dan ingin mengharapkan kasih sayang yang sejati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Benci keterlaluan kadang kala akan menjadi sayang dan ini telah terbukti dalam kehidupan seharian manusia, Benci yang berlanjutan juga akan memudaratkan kita dalam masa akan datang,Benci yang kita ada selama ini akan membuat kita sedih dan bukan marah terhadap orang itu jika hidupnya lebih selesa dari pada kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakitnya hati ini&lt;br /&gt;Namun aku rindu&lt;br /&gt;Bencinya hati ini&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  BENCI TAK AKAN MEMBUAT KITA KAYA DAN LEBIH CANTIK !.....JADI "PLEASE EH LAST WARNING" JANGAN NAK BENCI BENCI...SAYANG MANUSIA,BINATANG,POKOK-POKOK ....KERANA HANYA DENGAN SIFAT SAYANG,KITA AKAN TERSENYUM SELALU DAN GEMBIRA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-2754795950636762875?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2754795950636762875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2754795950636762875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2754795950636762875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2754795950636762875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/05/benci.html' title='BENCI..........'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S-jq-7LiRZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cARcelfEd7o/s72-c/cockroach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8433569926225125340</id><published>2010-04-21T01:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:30:46.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past mistake,Present suffering,Future unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S85jSUpp2-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/wLVtst58E1A/s1600/mistakes-happen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S85jSUpp2-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/wLVtst58E1A/s400/mistakes-happen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462412564479204322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like probably every fellow human being alive today, I have done things in my life that I have later regretted. Certain actions will fail to meet our own or others' standards of behaviour, and when faced with such acts, most of us will opt for one of two reactions:&lt;br /&gt;1.Regretting our actions, and wishing them undone or,&lt;br /&gt;2.Denying that they were wrong, or denying that it was our fault by blaming someone else, or denying that there was any lapse in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;Even if we accept to the world and to ourselves that we were wrong, it is very difficult not to regret or to indulge in a spot of denial. As a species we are very adept at justifying ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to engage in regret, and in the past, this has brought me to my knees, in tears, praying for things to be undone. But they cannot be undone. Should I go into denial - or blame someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having read the teachings of GOD, one of the first things I learnt of was the first Noble Truth, or path to enlightenment: that the nature of life is suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this, GOD meant that all human beings wish to experience a lasting happiness, but that no one can live a life without experiencing problems and setbacks that reduce our happiness. Happiness based on improving our external situation is therefore doomed to failure, because we will all suffer setbacks at some point. True happiness must be sought from within, not by seeking more wealth, a bigger car, a nose job, or a new partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can develop and maintain a calm and happy mind, regardless of our material situation, then we cannot be disappointed by setbacks, and so we will break the cycle of suffering. And that is where regret and denial come in.&lt;br /&gt;Regret and Suffering&lt;br /&gt;When we regret our past actions, or when we deny responsibility for them, or the outcome of them, we are suffering. When we blame someone else for our woes, like a boomerang the hurt flies back to us. While we are regretting and blaming and denying what has been done, we are trapped in the eternal circle of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take credit for the solution - but thinking it through, the only real answer to the question "How do we heal ourselves and move on from regret, blame and denial?" is the answer provided by GOD- to think beyond yourself and your own suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no different from you, and you are no different from the person down the street. We all experience suffering in one way or another, and we all share certain suffering, beggar or king, we are all born, we all grow old or sicken or suffer an accident, and die. We all lose loved ones. We are all trapped in destiny, in suffering.&lt;br /&gt;But there is an answer, and a way to liberate ourselves, and others, from the pain of suffering. Let go of regret. Let go of blame, and denial. Realise that everyone feels pain, and take some time to lessen, by however small a portion, the suffering of another. You may think your action will go unrewarded, or even unnoticed, but if we practise this enough, it will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. You've had an argument with your best friend, and you're hurt and upset. He said some nasty things, and it hurts. You deny that you started it, but you may also regret harsh words spoken in anger. You are both suffering. You can both engage in regret, blame and denial, or you can extend forgiveness, bearing in mind that your friend is also suffering. So you say sorry first, and let go of the anger, the pain, and the regret. Your friend will hopefully recognise your compassion, and may be inspired to commit a similar selfless act to someone else in turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By letting go of your pain, you liberate yourself and others from suffering. Maybe not the first time. Maybe your altruism will go unrewarded, but stick with it - only you can make you happy, and the first step is to accept this awesome responsibility towards yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By striving to live life in a spirit of responsibility towards yourself and others, your compassion will grow, and your regret and denial will become apparent for the waste of time and energy they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as no one else can be happy for you, no one else can be responsible for taking away your unhappiness, your regret, your suffering, your LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT......HOW MANY OF US CAN GO THRU IT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8433569926225125340?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8433569926225125340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8433569926225125340' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8433569926225125340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8433569926225125340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/04/past-mistakepresent-sufferingfuture.html' title='Past mistake,Present suffering,Future unknown'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S85jSUpp2-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/wLVtst58E1A/s72-c/mistakes-happen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-1907734482315837493</id><published>2010-04-16T06:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:07:50.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE BUT NOT  FORGOTTEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S8ecOJv_JeI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IOokd-BtJHs/s1600/ANDREW+n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S8ecOJv_JeI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IOokd-BtJHs/s400/ANDREW+n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460504840159307234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From our thoughts to our memories,&lt;br /&gt;From our days to our nights.&lt;br /&gt;From the east to the west,&lt;br /&gt;From my love that I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the sadness we shed when you went away,&lt;br /&gt;But in our hearts and minds you will forever stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in our dreams, but don't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;Life means everything, even to a little bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearful eyes gazed in sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Lowering you in to a hole of blackness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutting out the light that you're never to see,&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Andrew you mean everything to ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yishun Secondary sch...is the place we met, he was a new student being transferred and i was the fist boy talking to him and mixed him with the rest of my friends.We stay nearby each so we went to sch together.Andrew is a notty boy in sch(so am i) so we clicked well and every time we have problem in sch with other boys or Principal, i oso have the same things .... we got caned together, got caught for smoking together,misbehaviour and lots more...One day , we did a Vanilla ICE haircut and got caught by the Disciplined Master, we were asked to shaved the side of our hair and OMG we look damn stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his behaviour,He is good in Graffiti Drawing.... WE were best of friends till we ended sch .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him again,wen he was in NS and he was at his worse point of life,at that time, i only tell him ...bro, u got to wake up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i met him with his Gf on the train and yes, i see the Andrew i know, the smile,the way he talked and his behaviour.He changed, he changed alot and i think its his GF that makes him change,Thanks Mitchelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.......few days back, i met him ,this time he lies quietly in a coffin,a good fren and a good man have left all his loved ones behind, i talked to the mum, i talk to the GF and some mutual friends that we had at the funeral..all happy to see each other but together we mourn for Him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good hearted guy just left, and lots of broken heart to heal...Buddy,I'm sorry i didn't have the guts to see u in your coffin, I WANNA REMEMBER U AS HOW I DID LAST TIME AND NOT DURING U LIE DOWN IN YOUR COFFIN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls God if u hear my pray,put him to a place where he will be happy and blessed his souls...if i can ever turn back the time,i will always be hanging out with him and we will guide each other along the way ....now all left is a memory, a memory which hurt me every time i look at his pic...... Andrew,if u hear what i say bro,look at how many of us felt sad when u left,look at how many of us wish u were here......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-1907734482315837493?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/1907734482315837493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=1907734482315837493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1907734482315837493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1907734482315837493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/04/gone-but-not-forgotten.html' title='GONE BUT NOT  FORGOTTEN!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S8ecOJv_JeI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IOokd-BtJHs/s72-c/ANDREW+n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-5732167367831023043</id><published>2010-04-02T05:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T04:29:25.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blow...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S7ZTlzpKAYI/AAAAAAAAAgI/RQdj2VmEcf0/s1600/eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S7ZTlzpKAYI/AAAAAAAAAgI/RQdj2VmEcf0/s400/eyes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455639907589030274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ships in ocean will always get hit by waves ,big or small........Its like 5.30 am when i feel like writing, nvr had a good sleep since just now,woke up a few times and turning n tossing away......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ships that I'm sailing been rock by the same wave ,over n over again . the wave will come and try to knock the ship over.... I'm tired or steering away, I'm tired of trying to run away from the wave and I'm damn tired of being hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jobs sucks.... what i need is just a smooth time in life, i dun need argument, i dun need confrontation and i certainly dun need any mother fu%@er to messed up my life again,How long can a man take it till he snap? how long can i take it till i snap... i try my best to be a BETTER MAN, I'm trying my best to be a person i wanna be,,,but times n times again, i been challenge to a fight, a fight which i know i can never win if i confronted them... so basically is L.P.P.L( lam pa pa lan) for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a shocking sms at bout 8 plus regarding a message sent in FB, i was working when i got this sms...cant reply cos i was bz cooking,it  took me sometimes to return the call and look at the SMS send....I call and talk awhile and realised its bout not being honest bout some gerls...gosh.... I have always have this issues popping up when everything seems fine for me...sure somethings pop up again,somehow it really damn frustrating ...Y THE HELL DO I ALWAYS HAVE PROBLEM WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of my friendliness,my behaviour,my way of talking or wat? I'M really damn tired with all these crap and please let dun let me be like this over and over again....&lt;br /&gt;I apologised for my past action, i seek forgiveness for my past action...what else do they need me to do? kneel in front of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let the past go and moved on in life, y the hatred? it wont makes u a better or rich person.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-5732167367831023043?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/5732167367831023043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=5732167367831023043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5732167367831023043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5732167367831023043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-blow.html' title='Another blow...........'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S7ZTlzpKAYI/AAAAAAAAAgI/RQdj2VmEcf0/s72-c/eyes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7693712490728485291</id><published>2010-03-11T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:59:07.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buatmu Ibu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S5iGWIvWdZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/48cvbfqxOmo/s1600-h/kasih-sayang-ibu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S5iGWIvWdZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/48cvbfqxOmo/s400/kasih-sayang-ibu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447251464165946770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adanya mereka kadangkala kita ambil sambil lewa,tapi mereka adalah segalanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ibu bergenang air mataku&lt;br /&gt;Terbayang wajahmu yang redup sayu&lt;br /&gt;Kudusnya kasih yang engkau hamparkan&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan laut yang tak bertepian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun kepahitan telah engkau rasakan&lt;br /&gt;Tak pula kau merasa jemu&lt;br /&gt;Mengasuh dan mendidik kami semua anakmu&lt;br /&gt;Dari kecil hingga dewasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidupmu kau korbankan&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun dirimu yang telah terkorban&lt;br /&gt;Tak dapat kubalasi akan semua ini&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Tuhan memberkati kehidupanmu ibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu kau ampunilah dosaku&lt;br /&gt;Andainya pernah menghiris hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Restumu yang amatlah aku harapkan&lt;br /&gt;Kerana disitu letak syurgaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabahnya melayani kenakalan anakmu&lt;br /&gt;Mengajarku erti kesabaran&lt;br /&gt;Kau bagai pelita di kala aku kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;Menyuluh jalan kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasihanilah Tuhan ibu yang telah melahirkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan kasih ibu sewaktu kecilku&lt;br /&gt;Moga bahgia ibu di dunia dan di akhirat sana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasih sayangmu sungguh bernilai&lt;br /&gt;Itulah harta yang engkau berikan&lt;br /&gt;Ibu... dengarlah rintih hatiku untukmu ibu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7693712490728485291?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7693712490728485291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7693712490728485291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7693712490728485291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7693712490728485291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/03/buatmu-ibu.html' title='Buatmu Ibu'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S5iGWIvWdZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/48cvbfqxOmo/s72-c/kasih-sayang-ibu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7687358324807185419</id><published>2010-02-12T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:05:21.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He SUED the HOUSE OF GOD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S3RGvC4SPVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8O7Vw1ki5n8/s1600-h/IMG_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437048424183774546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S3RGvC4SPVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8O7Vw1ki5n8/s400/IMG_0326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story came out on 10th Feb 2010.. a taxi driver sued the mosque cos he slipped and fell in the mosque after Friday prayer......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOSQUE is consider a place or worship, a HOUSE OF GOD..wen we donate a sums of money to the mosque,we got blessing as long as the MOSQUE is still being used for prayer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A taxi driver went to do his Friday prayer and slip while going home ,and he sued$15,000 for his injury,he got a fractured wrist and had 2 metal plate inserted ,I was shocked to see the write up and even if he got the money , will he be happy? unless....he donated the money back to the mosque and tells them to have more safety equipment as to avoid another incident like this to happen.....this i will applaud his action and wish him all the best ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........................But wat if this is just a reminder, a small test or even a sin he have to repay in life? maybe he GOD wanted to test him, or even punish him for his Sins,,,, we never know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONLY GOD knows...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7687358324807185419?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7687358324807185419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7687358324807185419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7687358324807185419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7687358324807185419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-sued-house-of-god.html' title='He SUED the HOUSE OF GOD?'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S3RGvC4SPVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8O7Vw1ki5n8/s72-c/IMG_0326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-5054618976510072772</id><published>2010-01-21T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:52:05.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr not jailed for drink driving....y?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S1fPXOpGAUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/eGUdkOY12LQ/s1600-h/IMG_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429035873792819522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S1fPXOpGAUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/eGUdkOY12LQ/s400/IMG_0308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was sentenced to 2 weeks jailed and court of appeal gave her the maximum fine of $5k and banned her from driving for 4 yrs......Y? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought the statue of the blindfold woman holding the weighing scales was the highlight in courts....but i guess,its still money,fame and name than can make someone escaped the law, this woman was not jailed after her appeal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the law say , they take seriously on drink driving, she gave reason that her aunt is in hospital and she rushing down to see her....KNS.....got so many taxi in SG for what? for fun is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because she have money,fame ,she can escape jailed term...what if the person caught is just another ordinary person and the judged already sentenced us to jailed? u think we can appeal? ya...wait long long ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haix.....its still the case of, when u r someone known and rich in SG ......u can get away with crime.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-5054618976510072772?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/5054618976510072772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=5054618976510072772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5054618976510072772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5054618976510072772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/01/dr-not-jailed-for-drink-drivingy.html' title='Dr not jailed for drink driving....y?'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S1fPXOpGAUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/eGUdkOY12LQ/s72-c/IMG_0308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-235799038937756918</id><published>2010-01-19T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:35:06.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: Permintaan Terakhir dari penjara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S1WmljjzkUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Kju_4szrYiY/s1600-h/n633516415_414480_7775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428428089995792706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S1WmljjzkUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Kju_4szrYiY/s400/n633516415_414480_7775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone get sentenced to prison,one of the things that worry them is whether their other half will wait for them or not,will she stray or not.Usually the other half wont wait if the sentence is more than a yr...but some do wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for letter is one things prisoners will always wait, if the letters comes constantly, we know we are being remembered...reading is a fav past time too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a song i heard before from a prisoner waiting for a death row........... its touching. . . the song can be found in YouTube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lagu sedih seorang banduan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bertahun sudah ku menunggu dirimu&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya kau menjadi milikku&lt;br /&gt;sukarnya untuk ku melupakan mu&lt;br /&gt;kerna kau ku cintai selalu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayang&lt;br /&gt;kehadiran kekasih lama mu..&lt;br /&gt;datang kembali mengenang cinta dahulu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapa ini semua harus berlaku..&lt;br /&gt;apakah ini semua kerna diriku..&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan aku cuma watak dalam percintaan..&lt;br /&gt;tak sanggup aku melepaskan mu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau ibarat terperangkap di tengah lautan…&lt;br /&gt;tak tahu mana arah untuk kau menuju…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai kau pinta untuk melepaskan mu…&lt;br /&gt;terpaksa aku turutkan….&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah ini suatu pengajaran&lt;br /&gt;di dalam percintaan………….."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866519949714660755-235799038937756918?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/235799038937756918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=235799038937756918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/235799038937756918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/235799038937756918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/01/permintaan-terakhir-dari-penjara.html' title=': Permintaan Terakhir dari penjara'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S1WmljjzkUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Kju_4szrYiY/s72-c/n633516415_414480_7775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8243721637274566541</id><published>2010-01-19T01:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:45:14.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEF SELEBRITI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S1SmQ8ooDmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/lQzXQ97w804/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428146260972932706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S1SmQ8ooDmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/lQzXQ97w804/s400/DSC00323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The year is 2007.... the first time ever SURIA is looking for a CHEF which can cook and host...was invited to participate and was happy and glad that few of my friends is oso in it...from 250 chef they chose 30 to take part in the mass cooking competition held in COURTS tampinese... along with other hopeful chef, i went down and took part.. weather was hot, I did not inform anybody that I'm going there and as usual, i be all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sat event was good, we are supposed to create a dish from the simplest things that u can find in the market...MAGGIE MEE...Some chef look blur while others was thinking on the flavour to take and what to cook... i did what i have to do and some chef even complaint bout having to cook MAGGIE( to them its degrading to even asked them to cook it) I tell them BALLS to U ...as a chef , u just cook whatever is given to you and make the best out of it, i always believe in 3 things,COLOUR,TEXTURE and TASTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was judge by few judges and they asked question bout my food,some chef really sucks at their imagination and they just cook normally like how ppl will cook at home..DUH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we were told to come back and that's when the chosen 10 supposed to be announced...10 chef is on the stage and the so called CREATIVE DIRECTOR called for a drama meeting and choose 2 more chef ...that means 12 of us.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go home pack our things and will embark on a 2 month unpaid leave just to be in the reality show,we supposed to host /sleep/and cook at the same times.... few of the chef is from well known restaurant and some are just beginners...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every week ,1 chef is kicked out and it continue till the last chef standing .... the 5 last chef is CHEF MUSTAKIM aka THE DIVA, CHEF ALFIE aka LUCKY BOI ,CHEF KHALED aka FAV.BOI,CHEF AMRI aka THE PRINCIPAL and CHEF ANDRI aka THE BAD BOI....I always had been label the BAD one i dunno y ......maybe its their perception...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5 of us is the longest staying chef and we been thru alot together, we laugh,we cry ,we sleep,we eat and we talk alot......Out of the 5 , 3 chef get so closed together that we are name THE TRIPLE A"s ( i dun have to say who right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chef amri.....is someone ,mothers loves to marry their daughter to, he respect the elderly, love his parents and very very talented chef &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chef alfie...... got his training from yellow ribbon project and have a lucky star with him every time when u think he is losing, he is the God father of the house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chef andri..... ya ya, the sensitive,crying but talented chef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 of us clique so well that we are like brothers till now, after the show we still hang out and meet . During the show, we learned first hand encounter that television is a damn dirty industry...u can rise and die in an instant... how Malay wanna go forward when most of them are just purely puppets? we learn that a burn food will still look nice on TV,Judges are merely scapegoat and we all look like we gain extra pound in TV.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody thought that Mustakim or Amri will win these show...but than again.....its up to the Creative Director to say who is the winner..I swear to GOD its true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfie and i was voted out during the 9 episode and we knew its coming since episode 3...we may look stupid....but we are not, we just playing along for goodness sake....y they keep us there till the last episode is just because...they had no reason to vote us out and with us, the storyline is more interesting ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We became an instant celebrity after that , at first yes i admit, its nice to be recognised ..but after awhile..i realised...its not cool at all.. our moved are being watched, we r being judge and we cant do things we like anymore......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chef Selebriti crazed have died down, I'm glad I'm in it cos at least Tia can see me over and over again in TV... I made some good friends and i do hope they are doing well ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly...y i joined the show is because.....ITS NOT THE FAME THAT I SEEK,ITS THE AWARENESS I CREATED.....that Singapore do have good chef around and not just talking chef that elected himself to be a PRESIDENT of a certain chef association..SG do have reliable chef that's is passionate bout Wat we do and cook.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8243721637274566541?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8243721637274566541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8243721637274566541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8243721637274566541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8243721637274566541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/01/chef-selebriti.html' title='CHEF SELEBRITI'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S1SmQ8ooDmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/lQzXQ97w804/s72-c/DSC00323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6888906076173294982</id><published>2010-01-14T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:23:40.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we  RICH  ppl  will  say ,When we POOR ppl will also say !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S064XXNGtWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/X0OEOUiucuM/s1600-h/CIMG2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426477312533509474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S064XXNGtWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/X0OEOUiucuM/s400/CIMG2078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is something which i cannot understand at all not only in Malay society,but in any races. When they saw we are abit well to do,rich,drive car and wear nice clothes.....they say its our parents money, illegal money and Gf buy for them.....When they saw we a POOR,they will also say......we gamble,buy drugs, enjoy in clubs and such....SO HOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One good advice someone tell me, When we rich ppl say ,when we poor ppl will also say,the best things to do is not to listen to whatever they say at all....lol! funny but its a good advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 4 ppl can tell me what to do ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) My SELF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) MY PARENTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)MY PRINCESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) MY LOVE ONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 4 have the privileged to tell me what to do and i will follow without even thinking,I will be listening and following them ,This are my top most priority Human being... and my life now is to provide them with what they need..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need friends of cos, but how many true friends we have? will they be around when we need help? or they will be blabbering to others when u ask for a small loan? will they be around to cry with u ? or they are there only because u r someone ppl recognised from the TV? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad to say , i dun have much friends, i can go anywhere and still meet familiar faces that i knew... i have too many these friends........i call it the HI n BYE friends..I have friends which only look for me when they r in trouble, I have friends which became my ex gf current bf and its thru me that they know each others............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lots of friends,but only some are true, and i come to realised one things........there is a point in times,when u realised that u dun need any friends at all.....we fall,u rise, u sad,u happy,u cry all by yourself.....except the above 4 ppl which i mention....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a random blog,whatever i write got nothing to do with those friends dead or alive........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6888906076173294982?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6888906076173294982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6888906076173294982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6888906076173294982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6888906076173294982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-we-rich-ppl-will-say-when-we-poor.html' title='when we  RICH  ppl  will  say ,When we POOR ppl will also say !'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/S064XXNGtWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/X0OEOUiucuM/s72-c/CIMG2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6471974358973450132</id><published>2009-12-20T06:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:45:37.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sy3H8bQAdmI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4ALV5ZZXRsg/s1600-h/rope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417205767717549666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sy3H8bQAdmI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4ALV5ZZXRsg/s400/rope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 5 am and have cold sweats all over me, i was having a nightmare...a terrible nightmare which bring me back a story that happen 12 yrs ago..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had 3 good friends , we used to do lots of things together,we party, drink,fight and even spend time together everyday....i shall name them....MK,LW and JT.....all of us comes from a different background, Mk parents is rich ,LW was an orphan and JT comes from a broken family..... Mk is the only one who drives and will pick all of us up and home was a condo in the eastern part of SG, Mk parents owns the place and let him stays there with us...work never comes across us and money was easily obtained....illegally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do things together and share the daily taking equally,even though Mk is the one who forked out the initial money..Drugs,Girls and clubs is a daily routine and fights happen almost every weekend, we were part of a Gang that was very strong at that time.... we need to just dial few numbers and we have 100 of guys in bout half n hour....we live like prince back than ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lw was the guy ppl terrified to even talk as he have an ego as big as Takashimaya, Town was like a home,we spend time there , we did lots of illegal things to sustain the lifestyle...having 1k to spend daily was like an everyday thingy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day .LW wanted to be more powerful in this market, instead of just becoming a horse,he wanna be the owner .He talked and discuss bout this and most of us are reluctant to follow as the consequences is really big....BIG MONEY COMES WITH BIG CONSEQUENCES....this is where LW background play a part in his decision, he was an orphan and dun really know who his parents are,he grew up in a home and was pass from house to house till he settle down with his grandma,he is always hungry to show ppl what he is capable of and to get respect from them....as usual 3 of us disagree to his decision and tell him not to think so much bout it....which obviously he didn't listen......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One month later he called and say he need to take out money from the account( we all have a joint account) we asked him y ? he says a new shipment of goods is coming and its cheap,so he wanna to get it... We told him its not a good idea but he insist on doing it for our future......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we give in to him as we know him too well,if we never gave him the cash,he will still try to find it and do it on his own and that's what we dun want to happen.. The day of transaction came and they are suppose to meet at a crowded shopping centre. I dunno who choose the place but we all went ahead as plan...LW being LW dun wish to get us directly involved in the messy business.....we were ask to wait at the car park ,LW and MK went to meet the other party.... half an hour went by and still no sign and i took the initiative to go up and look for them.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True enough, they are screwed.....both of them is being handcuffed and led away by a group of civilian policeman. I cant go near them ,i cant shout at them, i walk pass them and the way they behave as if they dun know me at all.....that's how we dun wanna get each other in trouble in case anything happen...I went back to the care with a red eyes and told JT what happen... we were at a loss.....we dunno where to go and finally decide to visit MK parents and told them what happen... We finally heard from them and they are allowed to go out on a 50k bailed....Mk parents paid for Mk and we paid for LW using the money we had and source.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i heard next from MK really shocked me, he told us that LW insisted that the things were his and MK was just a friend which follow him and never knew bout the transaction... in other words...he wants to be solely responsible for the case......and if he is convicted, it the death sentence for him.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;weeks gone by, MK parents got the best lawyer for him and LW was only granted a nominated lawyer from the courts.....Mk got released soon after that and LW was sentenced ..........TO HANGED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried in court, the 3 of us felt helpless as LW was taken away ,he smiled at us and we got few minutes to talk before he was taken away......HE SAID" PROMISED ME ONE THINGS", I SAY" I WILL PROMISED U ANYTHING BUDDY" LW continued " STOP DOING WHAT WE DID,ITS NOT WORTH IT, TAKE ME AS A LESSON" ....PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....That's the word we last hear from him..... we are not allowed to visit him as we r not his relatives,we only write to each other and the date of hanging is really near.......At the day itself, we 3 meet and when to pray for him...we knew at 5 am in the morning after the morning prayer, his life will be gone..... we drive down to prison and saw the funeral van waiting there already, we asked a couple of question and were told that they gonna bathed him in the mosque at the cemetery..........A life is gone cos of greed and power!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached the cemetery mosque and few of our friends is there, my few is about 100 of them, i asked to be allowed to shower him and when i saw his body, i couldn't help it but hug the rest to stop me from crying....... the mark on the neck was prominent, and while bathing his nose bleed.... i watch helplessly and i felt my knee began to become week.....They brought me out and ask me to rest , i told them its my buddy body which is in there and i wanna go thru it no matter how hard i felt.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The burial goes on smoothly without any obstacles, 3 of us promised to heed what LW last words to us.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this a blessing in disguised or is this sign from GOD? if its a sign.... y lost a life to show me the sign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LW.....12 yrs have gone by and your face never once we forgotten,if u r here now, u see how successful we have become.... u will be happy for us.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where i got the quotes......TO BE OLD AND WISE, U FIRST HAVE TO BE YOUNG AND STUPID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6471974358973450132?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6471974358973450132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6471974358973450132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6471974358973450132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6471974358973450132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/12/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare!!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sy3H8bQAdmI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4ALV5ZZXRsg/s72-c/rope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4561170030404812320</id><published>2009-12-16T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:47:07.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets ....a word i usually hate but i always had</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SyfZcgQzp7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/4PdmskVtx54/s1600-h/P2011341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415536160656304050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SyfZcgQzp7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/4PdmskVtx54/s400/P2011341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regrets i had a few,but that again to few to mention....Someone told me this quotes few years ago HATE THE SINNER,FORGIVE THE SINS( its still runs deeply in my head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us had regrets, we regrets bout things that we say, we do and encounter,whatever regrets we had ....it always keep on coming back to us.Sometimes we regret how we treat an individual like a friend,your ex girlfriend. We knew we didn't treat them right but we refuse to listen,we knew we hurt them but we refused to admit,we knew that we are give the chance,but we refuse to change....but Y? Y are we so reluctant to change? y we refuse to listen to our heart and do Wat's best for both of u ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once wen we alone, than we start to think bout what we did,is it wrong or not? or could we handle the situation better or not? Once a love is lost,it wont come back anymore....but to know if that person love u ....let her go,if she comes back...she is yours forever? that's wat they say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if someone says that he/she loves u and leave u ? would u feel angry? hurt? or maybe your ex if seeing your old friend which u introduced to when u are together. How would that hurt u ? would u forgo the long friendship? ( i would if its happen to me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if your partner keeps on asking u to leave them?maybe they say u be better off without them, or u find happiness if u with someone else.... or what if your daughter hated your partner,would u carry on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told everyone, i never REGRETS everything that happens or i gone thru ...that's a lie! .... I DO IN FACT HAVE LOTS OF REGRETS...I'm just making myself feeling happy and living in denial..But wen the things u regrets before happen again in the future...would u know how to deal with it? or would u just do what u did before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866519949714660755-4561170030404812320?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4561170030404812320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4561170030404812320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4561170030404812320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4561170030404812320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/12/regrets-word-i-usually-hate-but-i.html' title='Regrets ....a word i usually hate but i always had'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SyfZcgQzp7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/4PdmskVtx54/s72-c/P2011341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4187603666312123073</id><published>2009-12-13T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:47:19.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9'/><title type='text'>Me and My Singapore Gomen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SyS4C_vXP5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/5dghIKPNpek/s1600-h/1403115182_50d4e3b45e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414655013615517586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SyS4C_vXP5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/5dghIKPNpek/s400/1403115182_50d4e3b45e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GOVERNMENT SOLUTION TO A PROBLEM IS USUALLY AS BAD AS THE PROBLEM ITSELF&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who agreed to what i say ?&lt;br /&gt;How many agreed but afraid to admit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your answer will be, its definite a correct things to say, ERP( Everyday Rob People) is one very good example, when we complain bout the heavy usage of a certain road,they simply put a gantry and charge everyone that pass thru it,some driver found alternative road to use in reaching their destination and that particular road will again get jammed with vehicles and what they do????? put another gantry ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUST WE COMPLAIN BOUT CONGESTION OF JUST KEEP OUT DAMNED MOUTH SHUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPF ( Our hard earn money that they insist on keeping for our old age)&lt;br /&gt;we pay 20%&lt;br /&gt;Employer 14.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the figure carefully and see if its balanced? when we work our ass and get more pay,we get deducted more too. Its was meant to be for us to purchased flats and our old age income,BUT when the hell we even owned the flat? our roof is someone else flooring,our wall is someone else wall too...so what we owned? and some of us already owing them money for the cash repayment as our CPF runs dry ( and it was supposed for our old age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COE for those who wants and afford to owned a car( nowadays its seems everyone can afford one) They say ,its an open market,anybody can bid n have the right....but it seems the only right it have is them to make sure everything is up to them .....think bout it, when the economy is down,new car and loan is easier to get and used car suffer alot....and when company of the used car complained, used car is suddenly in demand and new car slowed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election ..most of the area is being control by the Pay And Pay . U will know election is near when u get less parking summons at your place and when your area is extremely clean. Tress planted,lift upgraded,walk way covered and suddenly u see your MOP(members of parliament) at your doorsteps,market and even under your block....&lt;br /&gt;PLS VOTE FOR ME AND I MAKE SURE WE HAVE A GOOD LIVING STANDARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IR( International Robber) Gambling is never encourage in any of the religion is SG,its said that gambling will makes father forget their family,Mothers neglect their husband,Sons neglect their parents and vice versa.....Monday to Sunday except Tuesday we have our usual Singapore pools gambling and now we have a BIG one coming .....few years back ALEE says cannot and didn't agreed to it and now ALEE say can(dunno y oso)...if we wanna attract tourist we can always suggest,theme park, water world and lots more...not only gambling......Tio bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one really pisses me off....i mean big time......EDUCATION!&lt;br /&gt;Can u imagined hows expensive to put our kids to school nowadays? its really fucking expensive and they are not even promised to be lawyers,teacher,doctor or pilot..... so pay so much for what ? yes its important to study...but by putting extra burden to the family, the father got to really work to put the kids thru education and they always say got subsidy,got grant ,can apply.....but , do u actually know how troublesome to go thru it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just voicing my unhappiness,cos ppl like me i work day and night ....im still the same, GOT MONEY,PAY THIS PAY THAT ...LEFT FEW HUNDREDS FOR ME TO USED DAILY TO WORK AND WAIT FOR NEXT PAY....HOW LONG? HOW LONG I CAN TAHAN?&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/2866519949714660755-4187603666312123073?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4187603666312123073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4187603666312123073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4187603666312123073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4187603666312123073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-and-my-singapore-gomen.html' title='Me and My Singapore Gomen'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SyS4C_vXP5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/5dghIKPNpek/s72-c/1403115182_50d4e3b45e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2367234334762360495</id><published>2009-11-18T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:37:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Tough LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SwSFF-8xXuI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VwZHEQQVbkg/s1600/start-your-business-with-no-money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405591790595170018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SwSFF-8xXuI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VwZHEQQVbkg/s400/start-your-business-with-no-money.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fortune teller once told me...my life will change in 2009, things will get better and i be a new n change person.I dunno what makes him says that,but i guess what he says is not true at all..YES i found a job as an Executive chef, yes i bought a new car . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............................But,my financial responsibility is getting more n more.My pay dint grow but my financial grows alot..Its really difficult to make ends meet now and having to stay in the restaurant for 12 to 14 hrs daily does not help either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daily expenses increase tremendously due to the journey,stupid ERP and car park..and when it come to pay day , the more u earn the more the GOMEN deduct your pay,( they say its CPF contribution)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day to day expenses is already high enough and with the additional financial responsibilities that i have,does not makes it easier for me,Is there anything i can do ????? THAT THE QUESTION I ASK MYSELF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just getting so pissed with myself and really angry...COS I CANT EVEN DO ANYTHING BOUT IT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun drink, I dun club and i certainly dun Shop...i dun even eat out .....so where the hell i gone wrong?Its just so frustrating that i have to live with this kind of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW LONG WILL THIS HAPPEN TO ME? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-2367234334762360495?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2367234334762360495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2367234334762360495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2367234334762360495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2367234334762360495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-tough-life.html' title='Its a Tough LIFE'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SwSFF-8xXuI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VwZHEQQVbkg/s72-c/start-your-business-with-no-money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8871081580312786876</id><published>2009-11-16T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:40:28.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ex marriage,My ex wife My past Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SwFyXujA9MI/AAAAAAAAAes/c_imaHdGJb4/s1600/broken-marriage-egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404726779778757826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SwFyXujA9MI/AAAAAAAAAes/c_imaHdGJb4/s400/broken-marriage-egg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never did i imagine that i would one day be bold enough to open the story of my broken marriage here...We knew when i was in pri school,she was my so call childhood love...we lost contact when i was in primary 5 and we meet again when i was in secondary 2,than we lost contact again till im doing my NS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her family like me and we get along very well, we go for a holiday together and one day we decided to get engaged. A 3 yrs engagement was brought forward to 2 yrs... i have to work 2 jobs to get married earlier than expected cos she wanted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marriage was a grand affair for me as she is the only daughter and we did both in SG n JB as she had a house there too... i tot my life was complete.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how calm is the sea....sometimes waves come knocking , thats wat happen here.When ever we had a problem or argument,her mum would be the first to know or advise,Mum told me to give her time to grow up and one day i tot i would purposely try for a baby even when she dun wan it...i tot she would grow up and be more matured when she is expecting .... i was wrong indeed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing got worse when she wanted to have a new place to stay, a new house that she wanna build according to her liking,i have to work triple hard to sustain the family... i would be suffering from minor depression in other to get the money in any way...she wanted a maid too and stop working,my financial responsibility grows up so much that at times... i cry to sleep,thinking on how to make ends meet ...it does not help even when the mum start to contribute to MY family....cos every time we argue,the usual words will be,,,,"u not shy ah ? MUM got to help our family.....I kept all this to myself as i dun wan to bother anyone . i suffer in silent..............things got worse and thus the marriage broke down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please dun get me wrong...she is not and never a bad woman,just that i think I'm not good enough for her,she remarried in 2005 and i been on a good term with her and her new husband till now.... no matter what , she is still the mother to my daughter .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for her and her new family to last long and be happy always,It never come across my mind to be back with her and i even introduced my GF to her last time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My past makes me what i am now,My present is the effect of my past and my future will be uncertain due to my past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my ex marriage, and she is my ex wife.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8871081580312786876?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8871081580312786876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8871081580312786876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8871081580312786876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8871081580312786876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-ex-marriagemy-ex-wife-my-past-life.html' title='My ex marriage,My ex wife My past Life'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SwFyXujA9MI/AAAAAAAAAes/c_imaHdGJb4/s72-c/broken-marriage-egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-220192069859396676</id><published>2009-11-02T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:18:26.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing is Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Su5dghtY8uI/AAAAAAAAAek/e-fOF3sJtTc/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399355816649749218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Su5dghtY8uI/AAAAAAAAAek/e-fOF3sJtTc/s400/IMG_0116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"GREAT DISCIPLINE generates ENORMOUS STRENGTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Feeding the brain positive thoughts will eventually transform the thinking procedure.&lt;br /&gt;- TRANSFORMED THINKING transforms everything.&lt;br /&gt;- Remove your Disadvantage Complex&lt;br /&gt;* Build Strong Self-Confidence and you are on your way......&lt;br /&gt;* The truth is, YOU ARE NEVER TOO OLD TO CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;* The most serious handicap any person can have is - an IMPOSSIBILITY COMPLEX&lt;br /&gt;* No one's background or past is a disadvantage unless one makes it so in one's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, any disadvantage rightly handled can be turned into an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;- Possibility Thinking is the greatest weapon that one who feels inferior because of race or&lt;br /&gt;nationality can acquire. Once Possibility Thinking is acquired, then the imagination is no&lt;br /&gt;longer tyrannized, tripped or tricked by Impossibility Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;* Man who wins is the man who is sure that he can.&lt;br /&gt;* One small possibility thought can overpower many impossibility thoughts, if the"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-220192069859396676?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/220192069859396676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=220192069859396676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/220192069859396676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/220192069859396676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/11/believing-is-everything.html' title='Believing is Everything'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Su5dghtY8uI/AAAAAAAAAek/e-fOF3sJtTc/s72-c/IMG_0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6912350317981087705</id><published>2009-10-28T19:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:28:05.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINK ! think! and think!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sugqp_2fJUI/AAAAAAAAAec/ZJkrxO3xgWI/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397611054406509890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sugqp_2fJUI/AAAAAAAAAec/ZJkrxO3xgWI/s400/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read something which makes me realised that when we moved forward, we forgot those hard times we went thru,we forget to realised how blessed we are and how ppl around treated us,Ppl always tell me to move forward, to look forward and never think bout my past....how he hell could i do that when wat i been thru last time,makes me what i am today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.' One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend. He asked her, 'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him. Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how the human brain often works when our status changes. Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life Is a Gift Today before you say an unkind word &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Think of someone who can't speak. Before you complain about the taste of your food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Think of someone who has nothing to eat..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone who's crying out to GOD for a companion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today before you complain about life - Think of someone who died too early on this earth. Before you complain about your children - Think of someone who desires children but they're barren....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house someone didn't clean or sweep - Think of the people who are living in the streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive - Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another - Remember that not one of us is without sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on your face and think: you're alive and still around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6912350317981087705?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6912350317981087705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6912350317981087705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6912350317981087705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6912350317981087705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/10/think-think-and-think.html' title='THINK ! think! and think!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sugqp_2fJUI/AAAAAAAAAec/ZJkrxO3xgWI/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7003539048279832909</id><published>2009-10-14T06:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:11:44.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good MAN ,A good Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/StUJGHQkWDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZjqJl4Z7mgE/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392226129478441010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/StUJGHQkWDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZjqJl4Z7mgE/s400/t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever a marriage or relationship is having problems,usually everyone would think its the MAN fault,usually yes i admit,it is the man at fault,but at times......the fault comes from the woman ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my failed marriage in 2002, marriage never comes across my mind...i even dare to say it boldly in one of the episode at Chef Selebriti that i never wanted to get married anymore.Some ppl says that im just defying GOD will,some says im just deeply hurt and some says im just being stupid for saying that ,whatever the reason is....i really felt that way last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW........Im opening up myself and at times really miss the feeling of having a family, a wife to go home too and kids to play with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that really happens......will i be a good HUSBAND? will my past experiences make me more wise in handling the situation .Sometimes i really dunno wat makes a good man and husband?I seen to many broken marriage,too many infidelity and too many problems in a family...will i be able to provide my family, will i be able to balanced my work and family,will i be able to adapt and will i be able lead? This things always keep me away from starting a family and settled down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing i need from my future wife is to understand this phrase...........&lt;strong&gt;In a husband there is only a man; in a married woman there is a man, a father, and mother, and a woman&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7003539048279832909?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7003539048279832909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7003539048279832909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7003539048279832909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7003539048279832909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-man-good-husband.html' title='A good MAN ,A good Husband'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/StUJGHQkWDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZjqJl4Z7mgE/s72-c/t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2826105064270683925</id><published>2009-09-25T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:51:58.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t'/><title type='text'>OMG!! It happening all over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SrzY9TDP5_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Drx0h1Miwes/s1600-h/8217_100583226628256_100000297370191_14817_7203924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385417802025789426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SrzY9TDP5_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Drx0h1Miwes/s400/8217_100583226628256_100000297370191_14817_7203924_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really been long time since i last updated this blog of mine and reason for it is all because, i got nothing to write, i got no mood to write and i really dunno wat to write....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After &lt;a href="mailto:eleven@bussorah"&gt;eleven@bussorah&lt;/a&gt; i went on teaching secondary schools for their elective module in culinary skills.... teaching the secondary schools. Its a good job with good pay,I'm getting $80 to $100 per hour to do so,working only 3 to 5 hours on some days and have lots of free time....BUT that's not something i love to do or want to do.( that jobs suits chef khalid better) I still have lots of fire and passion to cook and work in a real kitchen and serve good and quality food.Thus when AZZURA RESORTS comes along, i took up the challenge to work and serving Bistro food with quality....I know it will be a hard one to do and the long hours and stress i will be facing, But i took it anyway ........I will only teach when i get older or when i think i cant make it in the kitchen industry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Azzura , a nice place by the beach at siloso sentosa....the sun the sea the sand.Problems starts to arrive wen i dun have staff,working from 9 am to 12 am on weekdays and 9 am to 3 am on weekends.I have not had my off day for the last 2 weeks plus and working thru Hari raya.The boss is good, staff is good but i guess, now days its hard to find kitchen staff,nobody wanna be a chef anymore i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back to working long hours, whole day in the kitchen ,on my feet almost the whole time here cos i only had 2 staff working , wen he is off, i be alone.....y the fuck i always have to go thru this stage all the time? I got it @ menotti ,@ eleven and now @ Azzura..... am i lucky or wat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tia called me one day and almost in her teary voice,says that she misses me so much...my heart stopped beating and i almost give up everything for her ... at that point of time to me...FAMILY will always be my top priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its my luck to have all this happens all the time in places i work for, but one thing for sure it really makes my body and mind moving and push me forward in life.....its tiring but i guess,it really leaves a good impression on my staff and boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN U DOING SOMETHING U LOVE DOING....EVEN WHEN IN PAIN, U WILL EVENTUALLY DO IT....... i guess im just fated to do wat im doing ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866519949714660755-2826105064270683925?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2826105064270683925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2826105064270683925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2826105064270683925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2826105064270683925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-it-happening-all-over-again.html' title='OMG!! It happening all over again'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SrzY9TDP5_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Drx0h1Miwes/s72-c/8217_100583226628256_100000297370191_14817_7203924_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-826185234746058258</id><published>2009-09-06T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:03:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oNE Day At a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SqNey_D6RGI/AAAAAAAAAds/xlUF6TSvN4E/s1600-h/4612_1156326022195_1049059466_486960_8165407_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378246610024809570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SqNey_D6RGI/AAAAAAAAAds/xlUF6TSvN4E/s400/4612_1156326022195_1049059466_486960_8165407_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Show me the stairway&lt;br /&gt;I have to climbI'm only human, I'm just a man.&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe in what I could be&lt;br /&gt;And all that I am.&lt;br /&gt;Show me the stairway, I have to climb.&lt;br /&gt;GOD for my sake, teach me to take&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time dear GOD&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm asking from you.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the strength&lt;br /&gt;To do everyday what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's gone dear GOD&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow may never be mine.&lt;br /&gt;GOD help me today, show me the way&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember, when you walked among men?&lt;br /&gt;Well GOD you know if you're looking below&lt;br /&gt;It's worse now, than then.&lt;br /&gt;Cheating and stealing, violence and crime&lt;br /&gt;So for my sake, teach me to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE DAY AT A TIME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-826185234746058258?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/826185234746058258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=826185234746058258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/826185234746058258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/826185234746058258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-day-at-time.html' title='oNE Day At a Time'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SqNey_D6RGI/AAAAAAAAAds/xlUF6TSvN4E/s72-c/4612_1156326022195_1049059466_486960_8165407_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-5360313387162580841</id><published>2009-08-26T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:12:43.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laydee......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SpVQdfByq8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/tmJ4CC3F0Ac/s1600-h/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290197811997634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SpVQdfByq8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/tmJ4CC3F0Ac/s400/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few days, my fren hint at me that his wife is not happy with Laydee...so i guess,its a matter of time i have to take Laydee out from my fren place..Its a second time it happen and im just so lost on her future...to give her away never come across my mind and i never will abandon her nor give her away....she is just so special to me at this point of time.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u who is Laydee...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her a few time with her siblings on a window of a pet store, she is a sweet looking and pleasant personality,without thinking much....i bought her and put her at my fren place,but to my horror...theres a cat there too.I have no choice but to leave her with them and one day,Laydee got bitten by the cat and it nip her ears...luckily just abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her out and been keeping her in the car and at another fren place,its not the same place always so its kind of trouble me and making me really tired juggling with work,home and finding a fren place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was few nights, that i cant get a place for her and stay in the car till morning with her,she is my companion and even with the difficult situation,I'm happy that i can give her a little bit of happiness.I promised never to give her up no matter how difficult it may be. I promised to shower her with the love that she can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my fren which house Laydee been hinting bout the unhappiness she had cos of Laydee,sometimes she just do her business anywhere she like,she nibbles and break things and recently even bites the cabinet and spoilt it... I never blame her cos all of us have to work and Laydee is left all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She maybe just a dog,but she still have a life.....to some she is dirty,but to me she is as clean as anyone as long as u know how to handle.Some may shun me some may say ,whats chef Andri is doing with a dog? Animals always been a part of me, i got bitten by snakes,wild cats,birds and lots more...I love animals big or small.Religious may say dogs are dirty,but religious never forbid us to care for them....they are still a creation of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm different,maybe I'm strange ..........but there is a verse in QURAN saying that even PIGS can be eaten during a real bad time and situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i wrote this blog, I actually making myself a sitting duck for ppl to say bad things bout me,i actually allowed SOME Muslims to condone my actions and even may have a bad name here...But i dun give a shit bout all that .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad, sad that i have to start a new job and Laydee got no place to go one day ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO U,SHE IS JUST A DOG&lt;br /&gt;TO HER,U ARE HER MASTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-5360313387162580841?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/5360313387162580841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=5360313387162580841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5360313387162580841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5360313387162580841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/08/laydee.html' title='Laydee......'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SpVQdfByq8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/tmJ4CC3F0Ac/s72-c/IMG_0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-367260633327267260</id><published>2009-08-23T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:00:40.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i a blessing  for u ....or Am i a problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SpAkI3VisWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aQXS49Vu_FQ/s1600-h/PIC-1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372834090164859234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SpAkI3VisWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aQXS49Vu_FQ/s400/PIC-1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a relationship sometimes we felt that if we are a blessing to our other halves or are we problem.......? sometime indirectly or directly we get do get our partner involved in our problems,a problem which they dun have to even think of in a first place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i felt that cos of the love our partners have for us, they willing to give,sacrifice or even go all out to help,I think its just not fair for us to do that and its certainly not a nice things to do at all.They just love us too much to go thru this difficult moment with us and accept the flaws and baggage we carry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For that we have to thanks them for loving us unconditionally....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866519949714660755-367260633327267260?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/367260633327267260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=367260633327267260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/367260633327267260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/367260633327267260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-i-blessing-for-u-or-am-i-problem.html' title='Am i a blessing  for u ....or Am i a problem?'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SpAkI3VisWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aQXS49Vu_FQ/s72-c/PIC-1413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2949344674854913071</id><published>2009-08-04T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:47:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im scared.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SCARED.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sCareD BecAusE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Don'T WanT aNyOne ElSe To&lt;br /&gt;         HaVe YoUr HeArT....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I dOn't wAnt AnY0Ne eLsE t0&lt;br /&gt;               KisS y0uR LiPs&lt;br /&gt;     I dOn't WaNt AnYoNe eLsE To&lt;br /&gt;          bE iN yoUr ArmS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don'T wAnt aNy0nE ElSe t0&lt;br /&gt;      Be ThE 0Ne YoU LoVe&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;I'M SceRed BecAusE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Don't WaNt AnyOne ElsE to&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;TAKE MY PLACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-2949344674854913071?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2949344674854913071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2949344674854913071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2949344674854913071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2949344674854913071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-scared.html' title='Im scared.......'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-1742571544922662943</id><published>2009-08-03T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:58:53.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take picture Take picture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SnbCxVbZ-9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/DewPy4l7ikk/s1600-h/P5111494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365690158879996882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SnbCxVbZ-9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/DewPy4l7ikk/s400/P5111494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Mon August 3 2009 at about 6pm... I was going to the shop across the road to buy cigarettes and a can of redbull. As i was walking back to my block area i saw a petrol car and one ugly looking BOTAK officer sitting at the passenger sits looking at me, than they circle my area. I know police will usually do their rounds ,its their job right...So while smoking and talking on the phone, i decided to sit right under my block where they have a round table . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the petrol car again, and they knew for sure i was looking at them too. I saw them park the vehicles on the side block and my view was covered by the pillars on the block. I continue talking on the phone and drink my redbull ( i have no reason y i should be afraid of them anyway) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....................suddenly, from the back they came, i continue talking on my phone and they ask for my ID, as usual i abide and next to me was this CORPORAL MD ZAKI and THE PTE BOTAK... I dunno wat his name,so i call him BOTAK. Corporal md zaki,took down my particulars, phone number and ask me where i was from,told him went down to buy drinks and cigarettes.I told him i stay here and he ask me if i can empty my pockets and wallet .I let him search my wallet and emptied my pockets.... they say thnks and left after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tot its just a routine check up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the BOTAK UGLY malay PTE might have talk something to MD ZAKI and they came back a few minutes later.This time CORPORAL MD ZAKI ask me if they can take my picture on his phone........SHOCKED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been asked a few times by some ppl to have a photo taken with them during the chef show or even outside wen i was walking around, but this was definitely not that kind of picture they wanted to take,....I question them, y they wanna take picture of me,they say its just to consolidate those staying around here.....that's just a kinder words they used,the real meaning is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U LOOK LIKE A FUCKING CRIMINAL AND IF ANYTHING HAPPENS AROUND MY AREA OR BLK,THEY CAN SHOW MY FACE TO THE VICTIMS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not take it lightly and when i got home, i called up Yishun South Npc and make an inquiry regarding the above matter, they lady who answer my call cant give me a definite answer and says she got to checked with the CORPORAL ZAKI regarding this, I than ask is this a SOP( standard operation procedure) thingy,than only she say...at times we do take picture.So i asked her,in that case...do u know how many thousand of resident picture u got takes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the story recalled me bout incident that a civilian was tick off for taking picture of random ppl in public...But people in blue, can do it and get away...... that's y parents always tells us to work in Government Sector as, u are allowed to do things what normal ppl cant do.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not quite happy with the situation and will definite email the respective authority bout this, i mean its just invading my privacy and infringement my rights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866519949714660755-1742571544922662943?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/1742571544922662943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=1742571544922662943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1742571544922662943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1742571544922662943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-picture-take-picture.html' title='Take picture Take picture!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SnbCxVbZ-9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/DewPy4l7ikk/s72-c/P5111494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6502885130904895354</id><published>2009-08-02T03:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:15:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANCES ARE</title><content type='html'>Chances are you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on your road tonight&lt;br /&gt;Seems I always end up driving by&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've known you&lt;br /&gt;It seems you're on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the rules of logic don't apply&lt;br /&gt;I long to see you in the night&lt;br /&gt;Be with you 'til morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly how you looked&lt;br /&gt;The night we met&lt;br /&gt;I recall your laughter and your smile&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you made me&lt;br /&gt;Feel so at ease&lt;br /&gt;I remember all your grace and your style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're all I long to see&lt;br /&gt;You've come to mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll see you&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;You'll be smiling like the night we met&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll hold you and I'll offer&lt;br /&gt;All I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best I've evermet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be dreaming of the future&lt;br /&gt;And hoping you'll be by my side&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning I'll be longing for the night&lt;br /&gt;For the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll see you&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;You'll be smiling like the night we met&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll hold you and I'll offer&lt;br /&gt;All I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chances are? how  many  of us  will  grab the  chance? how  many  will  hope  and  wish  for that  chance? how many of us will ever  get  that  chance  in the  first  place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont wait for chance,i will take one day at a time.I rather walk slowly and carefully than  run and fall. The song  had  a special meaning... if u ever been in love or ever fell love before,this is a song for everyone of u .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6502885130904895354?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6502885130904895354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6502885130904895354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6502885130904895354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6502885130904895354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/08/chances-are.html' title='CHANCES ARE'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4540391244183173006</id><published>2009-08-01T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:08:11.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I RATHER WITH  DOGS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SnPNS_vSzPI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ze7ee2tialo/s1600-h/image204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364857307359530226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SnPNS_vSzPI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ze7ee2tialo/s400/image204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SnPNSuZWFNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WkZBonMHnBw/s1600-h/blog).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364857302704067794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SnPNSuZWFNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WkZBonMHnBw/s400/blog).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time and time again, what i do,who im with and how i behave will always be a talk..People always react to whatever i do and it really getting on my nerves...really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since young i love animals, i love every living thing and animal included... yes, that's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cats,birds,fishes and even DOGS! yes DOGS which people say i should not even been closed to them or touch them.....Y? cos its a sins? No its not u stoopid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touching dog was nvr a sin if u know how and where to touch,and if u know how to clean yourself up after that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres a story in the history of Islam than once, there is this prostitute who was walking on the dessert, she walk past a well and saw a dying dog wanting to drink water from the well,as the well is so deep , the dog can only wait beside the well.She pity the dog and took water from the well and put some of it in her shoe and let the dog drink it......she past away a few steps after that .She goes straight to heaven for the act she did earlier on......think bout it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dog is an animal which is so attached to ppl they love,they wont leave u in sadness or wen u down,they be there to entertain u , pleased u and makes u happy .Recently i post up a pic with me taking pic with a chow chow...a breed which i always love...and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents got to know bout it ,cos some kaypo relatives of mine saw it... I rather be who i am ,than be a hypocrite or be a wife who FLIRTS behind their hubby back or be a con man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like it or not...its me and my life.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rather be taking picture with a DOG than taking picture with human who behaves like DOG !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sorry if the blogs bothers some of u ...but i just hate being hypocrite..U can judge me if u wan,but remember...we are all being judge one day by GOD....so who the fuck gave u the idea that u can judge me?&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/2866519949714660755-4540391244183173006?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4540391244183173006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4540391244183173006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4540391244183173006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4540391244183173006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-rather-with-dogs.html' title='I RATHER WITH  DOGS!!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SnPNS_vSzPI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ze7ee2tialo/s72-c/image204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7067413454065710672</id><published>2009-07-24T05:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:01:12.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time will tell.....Time will heal....thats  what  they  say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmjdjHJdWlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qur_L9QXxqI/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361778951668456018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmjdjHJdWlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qur_L9QXxqI/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time will tell? Time will heal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFter updating my blog and talk bout the past, i did some soul searching bout me,myself and i......i saw a picture in face book of my ex and guess what? its a new guy in life..I'm not being a sore loser here or being jealous( abit i guess) ...but i dun understand y someone ppl can just act and pretend throughout the entire relationship...Meeting the parents,kids,relatives,siblings and even friends.? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i guess,time will tell....if we r talking the truth,Time will heal....if we never seek the truth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say ,that religion,belief and different race does not really matter in any relationship,its the heart that change,its the feeling that gone,its the new guy that came....that change everything...My friend always told me that, its easy for u to get gals cos u r chef Andri, i guess that's just bullshit....even Chef Andri got jilted by his Ex...even Chef Andri feeling hurt and cry cos his GF left him..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes.... i just wanna be Andri, a simple guy who works hard for a living,but i guess..its a bit too late now,cos i will always be known as Chef Andri and it will be like this for long.I nvr share my feeling,my thoughts with my family and siblings..I dunno how to talk bout all this R/S things with them.I was always keeping all the stuff to myself and let it be known to them,when the time is right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess,this is retribution...retribution to me,what i did in the past,its all coming back.I cant blame anyone except myself, i cant cry as the tears dry up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any relationship,i always pity TIA...cos she must be wondering what happen,what went wrong? y daddy is single and i always have to lie to her that my Ex is bz working and hoping Tia slowly forget her ....but most of the time i failed.I fail to hide and always have to lie to tia over and over again..Its just not fair for her ,I really dun wan her to feel this way,but wat can i do or say ? my hand are tied and my mouth is sealed...I just cant tell her,Oh she left us cos she found a better man than daddy, im still the best daddy in her eyes and i dun wish to change that ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a fortune teller told me. 2009 is not a good year,now i know y .....I lost the restaurant, i felt sad bout my past R/S and everything seems to be so wrong...Money makes the world goes round they say , now i believe what they say....When u are someone, u have all the love u want,but if u r nothing...even those u thought who loves u the most...will leave u for a new one.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIFE IS CRUEL THEY SAY.....BUT I NEVER IMAGINE,IT CAN BE THIS CRUEL.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still remember, the coffee infused bon bon cake with vanilla sauce and ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( a dessert i once make to show my love )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIFE GOES ON,NO MATTER HOW HARD IT CAN BE.....WHEN U FALL DOWN,THE NEXT TIME U WILL WALK CAREFULLY....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7067413454065710672?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7067413454065710672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7067413454065710672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7067413454065710672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7067413454065710672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-will-telltime-will-healthats-what.html' title='Time will tell.....Time will heal....thats  what  they  say'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmjdjHJdWlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qur_L9QXxqI/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-642785901396655850</id><published>2009-07-22T07:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:54:43.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmZVKkse4gI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pAsMEUzVd5E/s1600-h/CIMG2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361066046568456706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmZVKkse4gI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pAsMEUzVd5E/s400/CIMG2078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOMETHING BOUT ME THAT I FOUND ONLINE.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your view on yourself: You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. :You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. Your readiness to commit to a relationship:You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. :Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates. You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job. :You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. :You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying. :You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. :You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-642785901396655850?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/642785901396655850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=642785901396655850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/642785901396655850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/642785901396655850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/me.html' title='ME.......'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmZVKkse4gI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pAsMEUzVd5E/s72-c/CIMG2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2732154557934483171</id><published>2009-07-21T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:58:02.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DO WE KNOW WHEN ITS REALLY  OVER?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmWe7KikB8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/zwVBNLRJddA/s1600-h/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360865670733236162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmWe7KikB8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/zwVBNLRJddA/s400/IMG_0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN a couple broke up...one of us always wish or hope that we patch things up and reconciled.Maybe cause they gone thru so much and its such a waste to forget the good memory,the intimate moments ,the family gathering,the outing,the things we do for each other or even a holiday spent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always thought things will be well and we could kiss and make up .....but sometimes,it never happen.Sometime the things we wait will never come,and thing we do will never moved a heart anymore.We thought with determination,we could move a mountain....but sometimes,its not our determination which is not enough,its the mountain which refuse to move....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE KNOW WE LOST IT FOREVER WHEN YOUR OTHER HALF SEND U AN EMAIL OR POEM.....like this ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of all the things I've believed in I just want to get it over with Tears form behind my eyes but I do not cry, Counting the days that pass me byI've been searching deep down in my soul Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old Feels like I'm starting all over again The last 3years were just pretend And I said,Goodbye to you, Goodbye to everything I thought I knew You were the one I loved The one thing that I tried to hold on to I USED TO get lost in your eyes and it seems that I can't live a day without you. Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away To a place where I am blinded by the light but it's not right And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time I want what's yours and I want what's mine I want you but I'm not giving in this time your the one thing I tried to hold on to &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/2866519949714660755-2732154557934483171?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2732154557934483171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2732154557934483171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2732154557934483171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2732154557934483171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-we-know-when-its-really-over.html' title='HOW DO WE KNOW WHEN ITS REALLY  OVER?'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmWe7KikB8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/zwVBNLRJddA/s72-c/IMG_0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-5804010449061798819</id><published>2009-07-21T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T02:06:54.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMAN i been with .............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmSyIlEnc7I/AAAAAAAAAck/o7VtzdGPZ9k/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360605316937905074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmSyIlEnc7I/AAAAAAAAAck/o7VtzdGPZ9k/s400/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;A word which i have used over and over again.I never accept my ex girlfriend once we ended a relationship,I'm not being ego as a man,I'm being realistic as a wise man....I myself have been involved with numerous relationship and I'm gonna write bout what when wrong for both of us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I been meeting different girls from different age group and races. I had an ex gf which is younger than me, i mean way younger.She is a sweet girl and gets along well with tia .The problem started when she goes church regularly.I knew for once....it wont last anymore,we been thru alot together and yes at times i admit I'm being too much in controlling her movement and such as secretly I'm afraid to lose her, to lose her to someone better and younger...I love her ,love her too much to be afraid of losing her at one point...cos i felt she have the patience and tolerant for my f*%# up attitude at times. Yes i admit i have an attitude,attitude that only certain woman can tolerate and when i knew they can tolerate me, than i knew that they love me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I been with a single mom b4 too, she had a young daughter and everything is good and religion was not a problem as she already converted.Our problem is that we have differences, i mean a major one.She like to go out often with family,and I'm the kind of man ,who rather stay home.We get along well,the kids loves each other and one day, her ex bf which is my fren comes by to stay at her place after he been released from prison, i knew they been communicating when he is inside and he was asking her for a place to stay after he released.Yes she told me bout it but i was telling her of the inconveniences that may occurs ,my only fault is not to tell her that I'm jealous and afraid that she goes back to him one day ....the fear i had came one day ,wen she goes out to a party with her ex and ignored all my sms and can even lie bout coming home.I knew i lost her..... and her reason for parting is that we r very different, i dun like to go out and she loves to go out......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met a beautiful lady with a good career as a director of a company.She is the envy of woman and a much sought by man.the problem with her is her possessiveness, i was not allowed to talk,mix or even mingle with other gals, she just want me for herself and does not even prefer tia to be there...i dun have to tell y i left her , NOBODY can compare to tia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had gals working as nurse b4, i tot is a good idea as we work shift and we will understand each other,but I'm wrong too, she is too demanding for me.She wants too much attention and can be bit emo at times, i left her cos i dun need a MAD woman in my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was involved with a gal which have just broke up with her b4 of 2 yrs, i tot i was a rebound and proceed slowly and cautiously. She keeps on saying that I'm not a rebound,but u will know and can feel that u r just a shelter that she needs at that time..i left her cos i nvr trust that she would love me whole heartedly........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS are some of the woman i been with and my past makes me what my present self it, to take one day at the time is the best way for me,to take a slow step rather than a big leap is the best solution for me and to love someone little by little is a good way for me ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-5804010449061798819?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/5804010449061798819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=5804010449061798819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5804010449061798819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5804010449061798819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/woman-i-been-with.html' title='WOMAN i been with .............'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmSyIlEnc7I/AAAAAAAAAck/o7VtzdGPZ9k/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6436585540193504320</id><published>2009-07-19T04:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T05:07:54.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAST/PRESENT/FUTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmI5U-SwBqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/3xvIbU-v3N0/s1600-h/PAST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359909539006121634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmI5U-SwBqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/3xvIbU-v3N0/s400/PAST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not a day goes by without your picture invading my mind. Every little thing reminds me of you. Little words fly around me and I suddenly see your face. My smile dims away, my mind travels to the time when we were together, I remember your words, your poems, And now when I’m sick and lonely and can’t move, I remember the shy touch of your hand. I have what you wanted me to have but it’s all for nothing, nothing can make me happy. Couple of days ago a friend told me to move on, why do I hate myself for wishing to do that. Holding on to a memory is painful, but letting go is not easy, or is it just my addiction to sadness that’s keeping you alive inside my heart. lies and fake smiles are all I have, pretentious hate for the world and life which people can see through is my MASK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The past makes the present but it wont be a future.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I’m going to smile and make you think I’m happy, I’m going to laugh, so you don’t see me cry, I’m going to let you go in style, and even if it kills me - I’m going to smile&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/2866519949714660755-6436585540193504320?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6436585540193504320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6436585540193504320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6436585540193504320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6436585540193504320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/pastpresentfuture.html' title='PAST/PRESENT/FUTURE'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmI5U-SwBqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/3xvIbU-v3N0/s72-c/PAST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2047141274852331135</id><published>2009-07-18T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:33:23.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a  sad  quotes and song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmHdJfsEK3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/9uGUWWf52GQ/s1600-h/IMG_0001.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359808186742483826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmHdJfsEK3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/9uGUWWf52GQ/s400/IMG_0001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mengapa kau melarikan diri muKu rasa sayuKu ingin kau di samping kuSeperti waktu dahuluKemana kau menghilangkan diri muKu rasa rinduKu mencari mu di singgah sana Dan aku . . .Hilang tempat bermanjaKau pula . . .Bersuka riaKemana kau menghilangkan diriKu yang mencari . . .Manakah janji dan sumpah setia muYang kau beri kan kepada ku . . .Apakah kesalahan ku pada muDan juga tingkah laku ku ituSehingga kau menghilangkan dirimuDan aku kehilangan mu Tolonglah kembali ke pangkuan kuKu ingin bersama muSeperti waktu dahuluKita berdua . . .Gembira . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;What if i said you never mattered that i never lost a moment of sleep what if i crushed all of your dreams and broke all the promises you swore to keep? Tell me how your life would be if i did to you what you did to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;The pain is real even if nobody knows. I pretend that I’m glad you went away. These walls are closing more every day and I’m dying inside.. and nobody knowsit but me. Like a clown, I put on a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;A thousand words couldn't bring you backI know because I've tried. Neither could a thousand tears, I know because I've cried. You left behind a broken heart and happy memories too. But I never wanted memories, I only wanted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a word no one can explain...It comes and goes for me it will never stay... why cant true lovee come my way?... I've tried so hard wishin' it would work out... but in the end I dont know wut it was all about...so i think from now on I'm just gunna play it cool... be good and set some rules... being single aint that bad?!but now i see that being single is just being sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAD QUOTES AND SONG TO SHARE ............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-2047141274852331135?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2047141274852331135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2047141274852331135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2047141274852331135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2047141274852331135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-sad-quotes-and-song.html' title='Just a  sad  quotes and song'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmHdJfsEK3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/9uGUWWf52GQ/s72-c/IMG_0001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-3359115019808840636</id><published>2009-07-15T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:22:30.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when are we HAPPIEST???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sl2fqIwRgvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fit1kh0bRx0/s1600-h/n633516415_414480_7775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358614677894038258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sl2fqIwRgvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fit1kh0bRx0/s400/n633516415_414480_7775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When are we Happiest? *********************Unfortunately the world is an unhappy place, full of misery andsuffering. We hear of senseless acts of violence and needless deathsevery day. Money and more pointedly the lack of it is a source ofgreat unhappiness all over the world.Reigning supreme over all other miseries in the western world ismatters of the heart. Love, betrayal, loneliness and unrequited lovebring a whole new dimension to unhappiness as these are rarelyfleeting moments of sadness but cancers, slowly eating away at ourpride, resolve and our souls.I'm not saying that it is impossible to find happiness in this worldonly that sometimes happiness is not true happiness - it is more areprieve from being miserable. Sometimes when we believe that we arehappy we are fooling ourselves because the reality is that we are nottruly elated and happy, we just aren't sad for a while.Some of the times that we are genuinely happy is if we are luckyenough to find someone that we love and reciprocates our feelings. Weare happy on the birth of our children but some of that happiness isus already living vicariously through the new born because of theirinnocence.And therein lies the root of happiness, innocence. We are happiest as children, innocent and untainted by the ills of theworld, if we are lucky and do not suffer abuse.We are happiest before we see the true face of the world with it'sreligious and territorial wars, senseless slaughter and waste of humanlives. Before we know anything of affairs of the heart and the painand pleasure that love can bring and take away.Our days and our thoughts are uncluttered with things like worry andfear, hatred and pain. We blissfully run through fields and the mostimportant concern we might have is whether our mother will shout at usfor getting a hole in yet another pair of shoes.We have no idea or concern as to what the future holds in store. Weface it with no fear or pre-conceptions and our dreams are boundlessand intact. We are oblivious to the fact that once we exit childhoodthere will insurmountable challenges in our way so we run and play,climb trees and throw balls whilst the world waits patiently around usready to shatter our illusions and hit us hard with reality once ourchildhoods are over.When reality hits, it strips away our hopes and dreams unless we clingon to them vehemently and defiantly, our innocence falls around thesame time and realisation dawns that the world is not a playground.There are bills to pay, there is work to do, hearts to be broken andlives to be lost. Mortality looms as we realise all of a sudden how anendless childhood seems so long ago and so fleeting and we realisethat we are looking through the eyes of an adult at other childrenplaying in the field, laughing and running with their innocence intactand we realise that it is that innocence that must be protected aslong as possible. Because we know that when that innocence leaves themhappiness will only visit from time to time rather than be a constantcompanion.We realise and remember as we see children playing the happiness thatwe enjoyed and we realise that we we were happiest as children beforewe were tainted by reality and responsibilities.As we watch them play, just for a moment happiness turns our way andsmiles like an old friend and the child in each of us smiles backwarmly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-3359115019808840636?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/3359115019808840636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=3359115019808840636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3359115019808840636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3359115019808840636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-are-we-happiest.html' title='when are we HAPPIEST???'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sl2fqIwRgvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fit1kh0bRx0/s72-c/n633516415_414480_7775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-429067426454091308</id><published>2009-07-13T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:51:40.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE OR HATE THEM.......THIS IS US MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SltJsgmfbYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yJUIeglJ_3s/s1600-h/n671913260_1148058_8051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357957210701786498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SltJsgmfbYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yJUIeglJ_3s/s400/n671913260_1148058_8051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im a TAURUS and lots of things we hear bout taurus and their behaviour,i compiled a list of things bout GUYS so that LADIES will understand us more and please keep all this in mind.As simple your MAN maybe ,we are the most difficult individual to study and even we MAN dun understand ourself at times...............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about. 2) Guys are more emotional then you think. If they loved you once, it'll take them a lot longer then you think to let go in their head, and it hurts every second that they try. 3) Guys go crazy over a girl's smile. 4) A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to. 5) Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what? uh...nevermind." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out. 6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice. 7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. 8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU LOVE THEM !!! 9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole heck of a lot. 10) If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl. 11) If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and he's really thinking on something. 12) When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that. 13) When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me." 14) If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up. 15) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something. 16) Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD or confusing, but somehow are drawn even more to them. 17) A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl's mind for a day. 18) No guy can handle all his problems on his own; he's just too stubborn to admit it 19) NOT ALL GUYS ARE RUDE!!! Just because ONE is RUDE doesnt mean he represents ALL of them. 20) WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. 21) Even if you dumped a guy months ago and he loved you, he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be for you to come back into his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-EVERYTHING WRITTEN HERE IS TRUE....SO LADIES, READ IT ...........................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-429067426454091308?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/429067426454091308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=429067426454091308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/429067426454091308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/429067426454091308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-or-hate-themthis-is-us-man.html' title='LOVE OR HATE THEM.......THIS IS US MAN'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SltJsgmfbYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yJUIeglJ_3s/s72-c/n671913260_1148058_8051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8281606844627917664</id><published>2009-07-13T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:42:46.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmHfSqoFhPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JKE2UAglLAA/s1600-h/n1099920287_30025447_3140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359810543320663282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmHfSqoFhPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JKE2UAglLAA/s400/n1099920287_30025447_3140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont wanna lose you,I dont wanna use youJust to have somebody by my sideAnd I dont wanna hate youI dont wanna take youBut I dont wanna be the one to cryThat dont really matter to anyone, anymoreBut like a fool I keep losing my placeAnd I keep seeing you walk through that doorBut theres a danger in loving somebody too muchAnd its sad when you know its your heart you cant trustTheres a reason why people dont stay where they areBaby sometimes love just aint enoughNow I could never change youI dont wanna blame youBaby you dont have to take the fallYes I may have hurt youBut I did not desert youMaybe I just wanna have it allIt makes a sound like thunderIt makes me feel like rainAnd like a fool who will never see the truthI keep thinking somethings gonna changeBut theres a danger in loving somebody too muchAnd its sad when you know its your heart you cant trustTheres a reason why people dont stay where they areBaby sometimes love just aint enoughAnd theres no way homeWhen its late at night and youre all aloneAre there things that you wanted to sayDo you feel me beside you in your bedThere beside you where I used to layAnd theres a danger in loving somebody too muchAnd its sad when you know its your heart they cant touch.Theres a reason why people dont stay who they areCause baby sometimes love just aint enough.Baby sometimes love just aint enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A song in the 90 that tells us, in a relationship...MAYBE SOMETIMES LOVES JUST AINT ENOUGH! These few weeks, i have been feeling terrible..very terrible indeed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. sometimes in a relationship/marriage... love just aint enough to sustain it.Its take a whole lots of little little things and money too..... I learn the hard way, i tot love is just a simple 4 LETTERS word ....Im wrong,truly wrong... i tot im street smart,but im naive.... in love...Those saying there in love,think again bout the love.... religion/differences/attitude/behaviour all play a part in it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the love that can nvr come back.......... its not me which is talking,its my heart . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8281606844627917664?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8281606844627917664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8281606844627917664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8281606844627917664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8281606844627917664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-love.html' title='LOST LOVE'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SmHfSqoFhPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JKE2UAglLAA/s72-c/n1099920287_30025447_3140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-5870381154422745571</id><published>2009-07-09T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:55:31.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adakah salah perbuatan ini atau mulia atas dasar keperimanusian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andrieleven.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/265"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.andrieleven.multiply.com/image/LMYzQ5qqhsSy0BRknG62UQ/photos/1M/300x300/265/CDocuments-and-SettingsAndriMy-DocumentsMy-Picturesregina25.jpg?et=yOkjz4kdopCVVi%2BRF0ZyoQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Andri terbaca tentang MKI dalam salah satu blog nya dan terpegun dgn cara pemifikiran dan melihat anjing anjing dirumah nya...Ada kah kita di SG akan menerima jika ada orang melayu islam seperti dia? &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-5870381154422745571?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/5870381154422745571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=5870381154422745571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5870381154422745571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5870381154422745571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/adakah-salah-perbuatan-ini-atau-mulia.html' title='Adakah salah perbuatan ini atau mulia atas dasar keperimanusian?'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7060533007875661476</id><published>2009-07-07T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:54:34.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR FUN ,LAUGHTER,PEACE AND JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7DabSAzSv4/SlIrg62gIHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kG_LOgn9XrA/s1600-h/4414_96272773342_630718342_2742866_1169789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355390751450603634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7DabSAzSv4/SlIrg62gIHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kG_LOgn9XrA/s320/4414_96272773342_630718342_2742866_1169789_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan (anyone)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Caller : No, I want to speak to Annie Wan (anyone)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : You are talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I'm Sam Wan (Someone). And I need to talk to Annie Wan (anyone)! It's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone! But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Well... just tell my sister Annie Wan (anyone) that our brother Noel Wan (no one)has involved in an accident. Noel Wan (no one)got injured and now Noel Wan (no one) is being sent to the hospital. Right now, Avery Wan (everyone) is on his way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgen t matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I'm Saw Lee (Sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!!&lt;br /&gt;======================================================&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Chinese shouldn't have Christian names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Chang =&gt; Dirty (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Anne Chin =&gt; Keep Quiet (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Faye Chen =&gt; Dusty (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Carl Cheng =&gt; Buttock (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Monica Cheng =&gt; Touching your buttocks (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Leow =&gt; You are dead (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Jane Tan =&gt; Frying eggs (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Suzie Leow =&gt; Lose till death (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Henry Mah =&gt; Hate your mum (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Corrine Tai =&gt; Poor fellow (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Paul Chan =&gt; Bankrupt (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Tan =&gt; Bird laying eggs (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Tong =&gt; Rubbish Bin (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Teng =&gt; Leg hair long (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Connie Mah =&gt; Call your mother (Cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;Danny See =&gt; Squeeze you to death (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Rosie Teng =&gt; Screws and nails (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Pete Tsai =&gt; Nose droppings (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Macy Koh =&gt; Never die before (Cantonese)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7060533007875661476?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7060533007875661476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7060533007875661476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7060533007875661476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7060533007875661476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-fun-laughterpeace-and-joy.html' title='FOR FUN ,LAUGHTER,PEACE AND JOY'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7DabSAzSv4/SlIrg62gIHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kG_LOgn9XrA/s72-c/4414_96272773342_630718342_2742866_1169789_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4815465021542092762</id><published>2009-07-05T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:37:51.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROG UNDER A COCONUT SHELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sk-9l8eV7kI/AAAAAAAAAb0/31kQ-bOzzSc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sk-9l8eV7kI/AAAAAAAAAb0/31kQ-bOzzSc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354706941553012290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y do the frog stay under the coconut shell? ppl say he is stupid to be living under coconut shell and not see the world ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the frog really stupid......? or is it his destiny?&lt;br /&gt;or is it better for him to stay there?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just his fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wanted to be like the frog,but i can tell u that at times its better to be the frog living in his own shell,minding his own business and minding his own business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happen to me, when my comments and feedback brought nothing except anger to others.I'm not asking them to listen or do wat i say,but at least think and analyst it before even getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wished i could just accept anything and everything as it is,and keep comments and suggestion to myself like i always do..(last time)&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish that i am living in my shell and ignored wat ever happen to my surrounding,my frens and my love one...I was living in my shell before and maybe i should do that again .Dun care or bother bout what others say or do,as long as they are happy with what they do,so be it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-4815465021542092762?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4815465021542092762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4815465021542092762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4815465021542092762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4815465021542092762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/frog-under-coconut-shell.html' title='FROG UNDER A COCONUT SHELL'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sk-9l8eV7kI/AAAAAAAAAb0/31kQ-bOzzSc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-3362837220192610359</id><published>2009-07-04T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:17:19.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAURUS MAN.....which is ME..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sk8BttK3StI/AAAAAAAAAbs/V0XUxk1vs6M/s1600-h/P5111494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sk8BttK3StI/AAAAAAAAAbs/V0XUxk1vs6M/s400/P5111494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354500366697712338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical Taurus man comes across as a very calm, quiet, practical, composed, humble as well as levelheaded person. He takes one step at a time, that too after much deliberation. He is not the one who 'falls in the love at the first sight'. A Taurus male will take time to decide whether you are the person with whom he can spend his entire life. However, if he makes up his mind that you are the one for him, he will go to any lengths to win your love. These efforts include being romantic to the core, sending you flowers, writing poems for you, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurean men are always protective of their loved ones and will be very gentle and pleasant towards them. When in love, they are very romantic and will express the same with small little gestures. You may be given flowers every other day, taken to the most romantic place in the town and wished on all the important days of your life, like the first time you met him. If you want to stir the emotions of a Taurus male, the best way is to play some soothing, romantic songs. Building castles in the air is not one of the traits of a Taurus guy's personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't promise you the stars, but he will gift you the diamond necklace you saw in the jewelry shop two days back. With him, you will never feel insecure about the future. His characteristics profile includes qualities like calm strength, stable nature and peaceful ways, all of which are sure to win your heart. A Taurus man does not believe in taking chances and will always be prepared for the worst of circumstances. If you want to attract him, it is better to start brushing up your lady charms right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want a tomboyish wife. You will be expected to behave like a lady. When you are in a public place, let your Taurean male be the brighter one of the two. Don't misunderstand him. He respects your intelligence, but don't make him feel embarrassed by contradicting his statements in public. If you make this mistake, remember to say sorry afterwards or you are doomed. Never ever try to push him or you will have to face his violent temper. In case you just did that, remain with him and try to calm him. z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even think of going to your mom's flat for the weekend. You are his wife, he loves you and you have to live with him. A Taurus guy will also not tolerate outsiders interfering in his house, be it your mother or anyone else. He wants a girl who is close to him, but is not clinging on to him forever. He wants his freedom and will let you enjoy your freedom too. You will be allowed to indulge in all you feminine fashions. Infact, a Taurean man will enjoy watching you do the typical feminine stuff, that too with patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, remember that he is the boss of the house and come back to him when he asks you to. If you do this, you will be treated with the most pleasant and agreeable husband on this earth. Just let him handle the reins and he will do anything and everything for you. Don't expect him to announce his love ten days after meeting you. Taurean men take time to truly comprehend their emotions, but when they do, they make sure that they get their love. Love blindfolds them and they become generous to all the flaws of the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Taurean male loves nature and its beauty. When he settles down, he wants crisp bread, sparkling cutlery and perfectly baked apple pie. Don't expect him to eat that burnt sandwich, without saying anything. As a father, he will be tender, demonstrative, warm and understanding. A Taurus man is extremely hard working and thus, needs to rest every now and then. Don't ever push him or accuse him of being lazy when he is walking at his own leisurely pace. If you are thinking of getting married to him, develop the habit of keeping the house clean and warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants his home to look like a home, not a garbage dump. Don't worry; he won't be criticizing you all the time. Infact, most of the time, he will be generous to even those faults on which other males complain. Just remember to make a Taurus man feel like the head of the family and let him handle all the responsibilities. He will provide you a cozy nest, which will be full of love, warmth, care and concern. He is stubborn, but only when you provoke him. Otherwise, he is the most patient man you will ever find. Be happy. You have a real man besides you, who will wrap his arms around you, protect you &amp; love you forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-3362837220192610359?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/3362837220192610359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=3362837220192610359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3362837220192610359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3362837220192610359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/taurus-manwhich-is-me.html' title='TAURUS MAN.....which is ME..'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sk8BttK3StI/AAAAAAAAAbs/V0XUxk1vs6M/s72-c/P5111494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-3703640039994829153</id><published>2009-07-03T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:06:52.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 b a bad man 2 be a sad man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sk4eDD-rVRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/L1HbJ6txDGs/s1600-h/SDC15860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sk4eDD-rVRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/L1HbJ6txDGs/s400/SDC15860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354250044946732306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one knows what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be the bad man&lt;br /&gt;To be the sad man&lt;br /&gt;Behind blue HEART&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to be hated&lt;br /&gt;To be fated to telling only lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams they aren't as empty&lt;br /&gt;As my conscience seems to be&lt;br /&gt;I have hours, only lonely&lt;br /&gt;My love is vengeance&lt;br /&gt;That's never free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what its like&lt;br /&gt;To feel these feelings&lt;br /&gt;Like i do, and i blame you!&lt;br /&gt;No one bites back as hard&lt;br /&gt;On their anger&lt;br /&gt;None of my pain and woe&lt;br /&gt;Can show through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what its like&lt;br /&gt;To be mistreated, to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Behind blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how to say&lt;br /&gt;That they're sorry and don't worry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what its like&lt;br /&gt;To be the bad man, to be the sad man&lt;br /&gt;Behind blue heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ITS FOR MY PAST AND NOT MY PRESENT OR MY FUTURE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-3703640039994829153?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/3703640039994829153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=3703640039994829153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3703640039994829153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3703640039994829153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-b-bad-man-2-be-sad-man.html' title='2 b a bad man 2 be a sad man'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sk4eDD-rVRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/L1HbJ6txDGs/s72-c/SDC15860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-5365451368848563467</id><published>2009-06-25T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:17:50.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH TUHAN AKU TIDAK LAYAK..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SkOGpGHDwOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/hfgwQNDAKZQ/s1600-h/The_Light_of_God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SkOGpGHDwOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/hfgwQNDAKZQ/s400/The_Light_of_God.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351268822819258594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGE makes u smarter,age makes u wiser...wiser in alot of things and wiser in solving problems in life.....for me, what i need is a light, petunjuk dan arah untuk diri ini lebih dekat pada yang maha esa,aku lalai dengan mengejar kemewahan dunia,lalai dengan cita cita dan mengabaikan apa yang disuruh....rukun islam ada 5 perkara, dan itu pun tidak dapat aku lakukan dengan sempurna.I stray far ,too far at times .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaitan bersumpah akan menggoda anak adam, kita anak adam yang dimaksudkan..adakah kita akan menyalahkan SYAITAN yang menggoda kita? atau kita akan salahkan diri kita sendiri....Waktu sakit adalah satu satunya waktu kita akan ingat pada TUHAN, waktu berduka kita akan ingat pada TUHAN,Apabila kita senang,apabila kita sihat , kita lupa....AKU juga begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup hanya pinjaman ,dunia bukan milik kita....apa yang kita bina,kita kejar dan kita banggakan diwaktu hidup,tidak ada gunanya ketika kita pergi...apa yang kita bawa cuma amalan kita ketika hidup...Im not pious ,im not someone who knows alot.But im willing to learn,walaupun belajar dari mula...jiwa ini kosong tanpa ilmu agama,agama mengajar kita,bersabar .Kesabaran itu penting dalam hidup ini... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebagai insan yang lemah dan cetek pengatahuan ilmu agama,ingin kembali belajar mengaji dan solat......mungkin besok,mungkin lusa....ajal ditangan TUHAN. Tak rela aku mati sebagai orang ISLAM YANG TAK MENGENAL ERTI SEBENAR ISLAM......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-5365451368848563467?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/5365451368848563467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=5365451368848563467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5365451368848563467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5365451368848563467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-tuhan-aku-tidak-layak.html' title='OH TUHAN AKU TIDAK LAYAK..............'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SkOGpGHDwOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/hfgwQNDAKZQ/s72-c/The_Light_of_God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-3456523011179234172</id><published>2009-06-24T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:22:53.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUAMI,ISTER DAN................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SkEPXmBZmcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/r5pS4S29DwM/s1600-h/CIMG2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SkEPXmBZmcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/r5pS4S29DwM/s400/CIMG2047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350574730310687170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renungkanlah sedalam-dalamnya. ..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak,Jodoh tiada kaitan dengan keturunan. Hanya belum sampai masanya. Ia&lt;br /&gt;bagai menanti jambatan untuk ke seberang. Kalau panjang jambatannya&lt;br /&gt;jauhlah perjalanan kita. Ada org jodohnya cepat sebab jambatannya&lt;br /&gt;singkat. Usia 25 tahun rasanya belumlah terlalu lewat. Dan usia 35 tahun&lt;br /&gt;belum apa2 kalau sepanjang usia itu telah digunakan untuk membina&lt;br /&gt;kecemerlangan. Nyatakanlah perasaan dan keinginan anda itu dalam doa2&lt;br /&gt;lewat sembahyang. Allah mendengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanita baik untuk lelaki yang baik, sebaliknya wanita jahat untuk lelaki&lt;br /&gt;yang jahat. Biar lambat jodoh asalkan mendapat Mr Right dan biar seorang&lt;br /&gt;diri drpd menjadi mangsa lelaki yang tidak beriman kemudian nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang kita mudah tersilap mentafsir kehidupan ini. Kita selalu sangka,&lt;br /&gt;aku pasti bahagia kalau mendapat ini. Hakikatnya, apabila kita benar2&lt;br /&gt;mendapat apa yang kita inginkan itu, ia juga dtg bersama masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita selalu melihat org memandu kereta mewah dan terdetiklah di hati&lt;br /&gt;kita, bahagianya org itu. Hakikatnya apabila kita sendiri telah memiliki&lt;br /&gt;kereta mewah kita ditimpa pelbagai kerenah. Tidak mustahil pula org yang&lt;br /&gt;memandu kereta mewah(walaupun sebenarnya tak mewah) terpaksa membayar&lt;br /&gt;lebih tatkala berhenti untuk membeli durian di tepi jalan. Orang lain&lt;br /&gt;membeli dengan harga biasa, dia terpaksa membayar berlipat ganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika anda terperangkap dalam kesesakan jalan raya, motosikal&lt;br /&gt;mencelah-celah hingga mampu berada jauh di hadapan. Anda pun mengeluh,&lt;br /&gt;alangkah baiknya kalau aku hanya menunggang sebuah motosikal seperti itu&lt;br /&gt;dan cepat sampai ke tempat yang dituju. Padahal si penunggang motosikal&lt;br /&gt;mungkin sedang memikirkan bilakah dia akan memandu kereta di tgh2 bandar&lt;br /&gt;raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan semua yang anda sangka membahagiakan itu benar2 membahagiakan.&lt;br /&gt;Bahagianya mungkin ada tapi deritanya juga datang sama. Semua benda,pasti ada baik buruknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demikian juga perkahwinan. Ia baik sebab ia dibenarkan oleh agama,&lt;br /&gt;sunnah Nabi, sebagai saluran yang betul untuk melepaskan shahwat di&lt;br /&gt;samping membina sahsiah dan sebagainya, tapi ia juga buruk sebab ramai&lt;br /&gt;org yang berkahwin hidupnya semakin tidak terurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai orang menempah neraka sebaik sahaja melangkahkan kaki ke alam&lt;br /&gt;berumahtangga. Bukankah dengan ijab dan Kabul selain menghalalkan&lt;br /&gt;hubungan kelamin, tanggungjawab yang terpaksa dipikul juga turut banyak?&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah apabila anda gagal melaksanakannya, anda membina dosa&lt;br /&gt;seterusnya jambatan ke neraka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berapa ramaikah yang menyesali perkahwinan masing2 padahal dahulunya&lt;br /&gt;mereka bermati-matian membina janji, memupuk cinta kasih malah ada yang&lt;br /&gt;sanggup berkorban apa sahaja asalkan segala impian menjadi nyata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika tidak sanggup untuk bergelar isteri tidak usah berkahwin dulu. Jika&lt;br /&gt;merasakan diri belum cukup ilmu untuk bergelar ibu ataupun ayah,&lt;br /&gt;belajarlah dulu. Jika rasa2 belum bersedia untuk bersabar dgn kerenah&lt;br /&gt;anak2, carilah dulu kesabaran itu. Jangan berkahwin dahulu sebab&lt;br /&gt;kenyataannya ramai yang tidak bersedia untuk melangkah tetapi telah&lt;br /&gt;melompat, akhirnya jatuh terjerumus dan tidak jumpa akar berpaut tatkala&lt;br /&gt;cuba mendaki naik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkahwin itu indah dan nikmat bagi yang benar2 mengerti tuntutan2nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkahwin itu menjanjikan pahala tidak putus2 bagi yang menjadikannya&lt;br /&gt;gelanggang untuk mengukuhkan iman, mencintai Tuhan dan menjadikan syurga&lt;br /&gt;sebagai matlamat. Berkahwin itu sempadan dari ketidaksempurnaan insan&lt;br /&gt;kepada kesempurnaan insan - bagi yang mengetahui rahsia2nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkahwinlah anda demi Tuhan dan Nabi-Nya, bukan berkahwin kerana&lt;br /&gt;perasaan dan mengikut kebiasaan. Jodoh usah terlalu dirisaukan, tiba&lt;br /&gt;masanya ia akan datang menjemput, namun perlu juga anda membuka&lt;br /&gt;lorong2nya agar jemputan itu mudah sampai dan tidak terhalang. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;Kadang2 Allah sembunyikan matahari..&lt;br /&gt;      Dia datangkan petir dan kilat..&lt;br /&gt;      kita menangis dan tertanya-tanya,&lt;br /&gt;      kemana hilangnya sinar..&lt;br /&gt;      Rupa2nya.. Allah nak hadiahkan kita pelangi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-3456523011179234172?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/3456523011179234172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=3456523011179234172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3456523011179234172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3456523011179234172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/06/suamiister-dan.html' title='SUAMI,ISTER DAN................'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SkEPXmBZmcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/r5pS4S29DwM/s72-c/CIMG2047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8600671684262338841</id><published>2009-06-23T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:58:59.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sj_UYwSjZOI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zwP-Y4FKE8w/s1600-h/4177_1005530357638_1806270186_8467_2477869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sj_UYwSjZOI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zwP-Y4FKE8w/s400/4177_1005530357638_1806270186_8467_2477869_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350228404084106466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out today to meet the owner of LIM CHEE GUAN bak kua to talk bout some food stuff, i met my old staff along the way and was talking to them bout the changes they had after i left GARIBALDI GROUP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to get some stuff in funan and happen to walk to my fav shop of all time,SPITFIRE AND TWILIGHT ZONE....talk to them and was shocked to hear their kind and encouraging words from the owner family them self....wat they say really moved me...They all was saying ....ANDRI...WE MISS YOUR FOOD! i wanna thanks them as when i was at the lowest point in life, they suddenly gave me a push start and encouraging words which is nice and meaningful to hear .. They even told me, their friends actually came down and look for me and was disappointed that ELEVEN@BUSSORAH was no longer there...they all miss the food and desserts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot i was forgotten and ppl moved on to new places and enjoy food from there,but i was wrong, i still have ppl asking me bout the new place, i have ppl asking me to go to their place and cook , i still have ppl emailing me bout missing my food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely wanna thanks all of u who gave me encouraging words and suggestion, i wish i can cook for u all soon , and that's my only wish right now....pray for me,that it will happen soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEF ANDRI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8600671684262338841?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8600671684262338841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8600671684262338841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8600671684262338841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8600671684262338841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-forgotten.html' title='Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sj_UYwSjZOI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zwP-Y4FKE8w/s72-c/4177_1005530357638_1806270186_8467_2477869_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2180167163304335864</id><published>2009-06-19T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:59:39.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tripped on a kiss and fell into love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SjrGzL5fpzI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZpbNAV_dMMU/s1600-h/IMG_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SjrGzL5fpzI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZpbNAV_dMMU/s400/IMG_0063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348806090125453106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Love me without fear.&lt;br /&gt;                              Trust me without wondering.&lt;br /&gt;                              Love me without restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;                              Want me without demand.&lt;br /&gt;                              Accept me how I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I usually  keep this to myself and dun share much bout my pesonal life to others, cos its my life and i do what i want.....but i just can tell u guys that yes im seeing someone and she is not malay....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-2180167163304335864?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2180167163304335864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2180167163304335864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2180167163304335864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2180167163304335864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-tripped-on-kiss-and-fell-into-love.html' title='I tripped on a kiss and fell into love'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SjrGzL5fpzI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZpbNAV_dMMU/s72-c/IMG_0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-5660484038596773150</id><published>2009-06-01T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:48:20.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUY!! this is for everyone of u including me...renungkan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SiNdhwz8itI/AAAAAAAAAa8/emrvuPnJ1YI/s1600-h/woman_crying_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SiNdhwz8itI/AAAAAAAAAa8/emrvuPnJ1YI/s400/woman_crying_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216417611385554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika seorang wanita itu menangis di hadapanmu,&lt;br /&gt;Itu bererti dia tak dapat menahannya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu memegang tangannya saat dia menangis,&lt;br /&gt;Dia akan tinggal bersamamu sepanjang hidupmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu membiarkannya pergi,&lt;br /&gt;Dia tidak akan pernah kembali lagi menjadi dirinya yang dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Selamanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang wanita tidak akan menangis dengan mudah,&lt;br /&gt;Kecuali di depan orang yang amat dia sayangi.&lt;br /&gt;Dia menjadi lemah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang wanita tidak akan menangis dengan mudah,&lt;br /&gt;Hanya jika dia sangat menyayangimu,&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lagi rasa egonya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki,&lt;br /&gt;jika seorang wanita pernah menangis kerana dirimu,&lt;br /&gt;Tolong pegang tangannya dengan pengertian.&lt;br /&gt;Dia adalah orang yang akan tetap bersamamu sepanjang hidupmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki,&lt;br /&gt;jika seorang wanita menangis keranamu.&lt;br /&gt;Tolong jangan mempersiakannya.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kerana keputusanmu, kau merosakkan kehidupannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat dia menangis di depanmu,&lt;br /&gt;Saat dia menangis keranamu,&lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah matanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapatkah kau lihat dan rasakan sakit yang dirasakannya?&lt;br /&gt;Fikirkan..&lt;br /&gt;Wanita mana lagi yang akan menangis&lt;br /&gt;dengan murni, penuh rasa sayang,&lt;br /&gt;Di depanmu dan kerana dirimu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia menangis bukan karena dia lemah&lt;br /&gt;Dia menangis bukan kerana dia menginginkan&lt;br /&gt;simpati atau rasa kasihan.&lt;br /&gt;Dia menangis,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana menangis dengan diam-diam&lt;br /&gt;sudah tidak mampu bagi dirinya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki,&lt;br /&gt;Fikirkanlah tentang hal itu.&lt;br /&gt;Jika seorang wanita menangisi hatinya untukmu,&lt;br /&gt;Dan semuanya kerana dirimu.&lt;br /&gt;Inilah waktunya untuk melihat apa yang telah kau&lt;br /&gt;lakukan untuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kau yang tahu jawapannya..&lt;br /&gt;Pertimbangkanlah, kerana suatu hari nanti&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin akan terlambat untuk menyesal,&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin akan terlambat untuk mohon "MAAF"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-5660484038596773150?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/5660484038596773150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=5660484038596773150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5660484038596773150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5660484038596773150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/06/guy-this-is-for-everyone-of-u-including.html' title='GUY!! this is for everyone of u including me...renungkan!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SiNdhwz8itI/AAAAAAAAAa8/emrvuPnJ1YI/s72-c/woman_crying_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-1810578743770795172</id><published>2009-05-31T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:30:27.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Race,Language or religion!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SiFfDik8HNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0OPGF1a9VM0/s1600-h/interracial-marriage-wedding-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SiFfDik8HNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0OPGF1a9VM0/s400/interracial-marriage-wedding-cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341655147464105170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say the pledge every morning while in school and we say those words every single day, we pledge that we never differentiate the RACE/LANGUAGE/RELIGION as we are all Singaporean and we are all human,cut any race and colour and the blood is still red..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come across this topic over and over again, cross culture marriage and relationship.....WHO TO BE BLAME? the couple? the society mindsets or our parents? Parents tend to forget the fact that as long the couple respect each other culture and religion,nothing can go wrong bout it.......We all believe in GOD.yes we all DO! in a certain time...do u think GOD never think of these problems might arise one day? do u think GOD is so naive that he makes different religion and colours and make sure they dun mix and get together ? Of cos he did and i dun think he wanna tell his children that u can only love your own kind...i think that's rubbish...LOVE is universal and i dun think so GOD wan us to suffer just because of language/race or religion.....Most of us, are born into the religion and some seek to find their belief in later years but most stick to their parents belief till death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seen a number of cross culture couples and most of them i seen are happier than the couples who married their own....not to disrespect anybody or family,but u can see it yourself......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God nvr wants his children to suffer and def finitely every parents wan their child to be happy with the chosen partner,the only problem in cross culture marriage is wen either 1 is a staunch CHRISTIAN ,CATHOLIC or MUSLIMS.....these posers more problem than any...cos of the believe and the way they brought up..... If GOD feels that this person is better off marrying a different race, i guess he will one day do that.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I go with my heart and i will follow wat my heart says...when my mind is set, not even anyone can  change  that.....GOD....this is your child begging u and asking u ...IS IT A BIG FAULT TO FALL FOR SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOUR OWN??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-1810578743770795172?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/1810578743770795172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=1810578743770795172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1810578743770795172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1810578743770795172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/05/racelanguage-or-religion.html' title='Race,Language or religion!!!!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SiFfDik8HNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0OPGF1a9VM0/s72-c/interracial-marriage-wedding-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4815691887540250097</id><published>2009-05-18T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:28:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust in GOD always!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/ShDVwDEnWRI/AAAAAAAAAas/g3OIoDrdQDo/s1600-h/CIMG2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/ShDVwDEnWRI/AAAAAAAAAas/g3OIoDrdQDo/s400/CIMG2078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337000579869137170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked for Strength.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Wisdom.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Problems to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Prosperity.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Courage.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Danger to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Love.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Troubled people to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Favors.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received nothing I wanted ........&lt;br /&gt;I received everything I needed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in God. Always !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-4815691887540250097?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4815691887540250097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4815691887540250097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4815691887540250097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4815691887540250097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/05/trust-in-god-always.html' title='Trust in GOD always!!!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/ShDVwDEnWRI/AAAAAAAAAas/g3OIoDrdQDo/s72-c/CIMG2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6630329455271040312</id><published>2009-05-08T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:37:59.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shaved  the hair------throw the bad luck!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SgOpB7pGeYI/AAAAAAAAAak/IrlzpGZf_Y8/s1600-h/P5061439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SgOpB7pGeYI/AAAAAAAAAak/IrlzpGZf_Y8/s400/P5061439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333292234391845250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi , i been keeping quiet bout what been happening ....Eleven@bussorah is closed due to the fact of the rental and the thought of it really shaken me,someone wanted to take over the place selling middle east cuisine and pay us the take over money... we accepted after thinking for so long and trying to find a place to relocate ,but not this moment yet...we did have few offer from agents and frens...we see how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, im teaching a lot in sch and offices...have 4 sch to teach now and 5 office this 2 weeks, so im occupied with things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having the thoughts of shaving my hair and throw whatever bad luck i had, when ELEVEN@BUSSORAH is picking up the business,the rental goes up too..so i when home one day, took out my hair clipper and shave it ... u wanna see how it look like? I SHOW U HOW I LOOK LIKE NOW....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6630329455271040312?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6630329455271040312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6630329455271040312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6630329455271040312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6630329455271040312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/05/shaved-hair-throw-bad-luck.html' title='shaved  the hair------throw the bad luck!!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SgOpB7pGeYI/AAAAAAAAAak/IrlzpGZf_Y8/s72-c/P5061439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8925723662989775812</id><published>2009-05-02T04:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:33:44.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare the cane ,Spoil the child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SfuGziQ51aI/AAAAAAAAAac/KcDajA38O-g/s1600-h/20081113_110722_sparetherod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SfuGziQ51aI/AAAAAAAAAac/KcDajA38O-g/s400/20081113_110722_sparetherod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331002803852268962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5 am in the morning im still awake after what happen at 1 am today,i was sleeping bout 11 plus today and tia falls asleep outside,thinking she was tired after i brought her out ...i leave her as it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i woke up at 12 plus and realised i never had night coupon on the van and thinking of not getting a summon for the van, i went down to tear the coupon.Never did i realised that the coupon ran out and i must walk to the petrol station to get 1.My sis call me and say , oi! your daughter walk up and crying,looking for u..I tot is a small matter and she will go back to sleep...damned i was wrong, the next call was from my EX saying that she is on the way to pick tia up now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked,angry and pissed ,i mean really pissed with tia.Its like,y do u wanna cry and called your mom and makes her come down????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never canned her before,i pamper her to the extend i think , its too much.So i went back home and scolded her, she cried...and the next thing i know my EX sms me and says she is outside my house. so i look at Tia and tell her straight that u can go home now and dun come and sleep at daddy place anymore, i never meant it but tia was crying, i say i wont pick u up this Sunday and no more anything at all for her,not even her favorite kuda kepang show...when she see i was angry, she says DADDY ...NO, I WANNA STAY HERE AND IM SORRY...I was still angry at that time and just pull her to the door and pass her to the mum and i went in...I dunno wat to do and i regret every action i made, but wat pisses me off, when she is at my EX place and when my EX left her with the maid or the parents, she wont cry or even bother bout wat time my EX comes home .But Y SHE IS MAKING A BIG FUSS WHEN I WEN MISSING FOR AWHILE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy, raising kids up and now i know how all the moms felt raising children up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8925723662989775812?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8925723662989775812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8925723662989775812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8925723662989775812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8925723662989775812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/05/spare-cane-spoil-child.html' title='Spare the cane ,Spoil the child'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SfuGziQ51aI/AAAAAAAAAac/KcDajA38O-g/s72-c/20081113_110722_sparetherod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8520819695653202664</id><published>2009-04-21T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:28:06.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never be the one that  can cause a family to break up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sey9Kw5cvwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NhRZmqKp8Aw/s1600-h/1171173373_12cd9932e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sey9Kw5cvwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NhRZmqKp8Aw/s400/1171173373_12cd9932e3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326840451894656770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno y i just CANT ignored this... i wish i could and i wish i would,it really got nth to do with me at all..its your life,your body and your sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently met up with a long lost friend and we talk for awhile and asking each other bout life, told my friend that I'm a single dad and been divorced since 2002 and my Friend told me bout she being neglect by her husband and now having a bf which is still married( WHICH IS STILL MARRIED MEANS...GOT WIFE,GOT KIDS AND STAYS TOGETHER) ....So i ask her, WTH u thinking and sleeping with someone else husband? dun u felt for the wife?( i mean u r wife yourself) and for the kids( the cute and innocent kids that thought the mum loves the dad and vice versa..the family that goes out on weekend and the hubby which flirt on weekdays.I was thinking ..omg,where is your dignity and compassion as a wife/mother and human being, yes we have needs in life,but u dun have to sleep with someone husband just for the needs.&lt;br /&gt;I ask her y and she explains that ,the 2 of them have many things in common and on the same boat,which she said to me,my BF wife nvr sleeps with my bf after the child is born....AND i asked her, how u know? she answer...my bf tell me!!!! MY BF TELLS ME? of cos your bf will be sounding like one hell of pathetic old man and says he nvr gets sex from the wife...cos he wanted to just have it with u , i said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE got so angry bout this... i mean , she is an educated woman and she can be so gullible in trusting mans word? OMG! i was shocked at this,i respect her cos she single handedly raised her daughter and the respect i have before...just gone like a wind..... think bout the fate of the wife and kids,what if the wife found out? wat if they got a divorced cos of your affair? is it fair on the kids? the wife? i dun give a damn bout wat your bf and u did.. i was just thinking bout the wife and kids.. they are kept in the dark and thinking they have a great dad and hubby which stays at home on Sunday and bring them out ...but wat they dunno is the great hubby and dad was screwing outside of home... i just hate and despise these ppl and LOOK HERE, U KNOW WHO U R AND U MAY NOT LIKE WAT I SAY OR WAT I DO...EVEN IF U TELL YOUR BF BOUT THIS , I DUN GIVE A DAMN AND HE KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME.....what u both do are just a shameless act of behaviour which leads to suffering of the kids if found out...If u wanna get a bf,get a single guy and i wont say all this things at all.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE ME OR LOVE ME...... FOR REAL I DUN GIVE A SHIT BOUT WAT U THINK OF ME!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ME,LIKE IT OR NOT.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8520819695653202664?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8520819695653202664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8520819695653202664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8520819695653202664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8520819695653202664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-be-one-that-can-cause-family-to.html' title='Never be the one that  can cause a family to break up!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sey9Kw5cvwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NhRZmqKp8Aw/s72-c/1171173373_12cd9932e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-3328003189164078935</id><published>2009-04-16T13:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:52:28.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it'/><title type='text'>Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sey2OQvyvtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OQ0nzX0II4U/s1600-h/CIMG1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sey2OQvyvtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OQ0nzX0II4U/s320/CIMG1908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326832815402303186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this long time ago and never thought i would look up upon that words now...All my life i been struggling,in my career,my relationship,my life and everything else...to me, i never seen happiness that goes on and on,no matter how beautiful the roses is,there is still torns in it.No matter how smooth the road is,there is still hump and road crack along it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y I'm saying all this, is because,after a year or running ELEVEN@BUSSORAH , we made a decision to closed it due to the fact that the landlord insist on increasing the rental to an amount we are not happy with and when we made the decision to leave.....someone from middle east took it up.Look how money makes the world change, If i have that money,things will be very different.I'm just normal chef who wanna have a decent job serving quality food for a normal price..my profit is very little but I'm happy with that.Good food should not be expensive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD.DISSAPOINTED.ANGRY.HEPLESS....this is all that i felt right now.I cant do anything much but see where all this brings me,luckily i have teaching as a backup on my free times like in secondary sch,offices and of cos in SITI"s Delights. I learn to take things easy and let it go... i learn than no matter what happen,life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have been supporting me and frequent eleven,I'm sorry i failed u ppl.I thought it would last,but i lost to others who have more financial support,i let u down...SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find a new place soon and do wat i do best at...cooking for u ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE GREAT YEAR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-3328003189164078935?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/3328003189164078935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=3328003189164078935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3328003189164078935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3328003189164078935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/04/disappointment-to-noble-soul-is-what.html' title='Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/Sey2OQvyvtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OQ0nzX0II4U/s72-c/CIMG1908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6756188262297472643</id><published>2009-04-15T06:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:29:03.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KUDA KEPANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SeUOI-yVfGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IBLuwj_hcEA/s1600-h/kudakepang1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SeUOI-yVfGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IBLuwj_hcEA/s320/kudakepang1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324677681891343458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really been awhile since my last blog and finally i update it again.I'm not going to talk bout wat had happen to me and my silence but I'm writing bout something which I'm always fascinated about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are several possible origins of Kuda Kepang. It is said to derive from the struggles of “Wali Songo”, a group of nine Islamic preachers in Java. Others said it originated from the movement of horses commanded by Ali, the fourth Muslim Caliph. There are several dance rhythms or patterns: the 'Sola', 'Selendang', 'Pak Tani', 'Pucuk Rebung', 'Perjuangan', and 'Mempertahankan Diri'. The bobbing movement of the performers and their horse puppet &lt;/strong&gt;is called 'Lenggang Kiprah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kuda kepang trend have long been introduced and performed in SG,during wedding and other ceremony and now the popularity of this dance is so great that u see in on every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated by them since i was young and never got a chance to come so close till now when my younger brother joined a local kudang kepang group called Treo Jadti Limo.Week by week i follow and observed and week by week i wanted to be a part and learn bout this beautiful culture which makes family comes together and watch the troupe perform, i was so enticed with their dance movement and dance and i tell myself..ONE day ,i wanna ride on the house and feel it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really respect every single one of them which perform and keep the culture alive, to those who involved in kuda kepang scenes..I have the highest respect for each one of u i hope u keep the dreams of persevering the culture no matter what it takes and how hard it takes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6756188262297472643?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6756188262297472643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6756188262297472643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6756188262297472643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6756188262297472643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/04/kuda-kepang.html' title='KUDA KEPANG'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SeUOI-yVfGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IBLuwj_hcEA/s72-c/kudakepang1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-36064040258997174</id><published>2009-03-25T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:10:22.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Goes another friend of mine....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/ScoC-vsBgZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Axr5GYwRlCk/s1600-h/rope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/ScoC-vsBgZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Axr5GYwRlCk/s320/rope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317065587040551314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER MISTAKES ANOTHER LIFE GONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th March ....at 6 am in the morning,when the morning prayer call is being heard,My friend will say his last prayer and breath.He was sentenced to death for trafficking of drugs in early 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I known him for 20 yrs now,a quiet guy with a great sense of humor and a loving son to single mum.Someone which i called a friend and a buddy.He will always be someone willing to help a friend in need and never say no to helping a friend.&lt;br /&gt;This fri will his last day living and yes im sad,everybody makes mistakes but to die for a mistakes is a bit too drastic.Imagine a life cut short,imagine the agony the mum got to go thru and the loves one...&lt;br /&gt;The law insist that he was responsible for the many drugs addict and life wasted,but i beg to differ.IF DRUG TRAFFICKER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LIFE LOST AND SUFFERING, SO DOES POLITICIAN,THEY TOO DESTROY LIFE AND PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear fren,i will always pray for u and u will always be in my heart and mind.Your body might not be around but your spirits stays on.I wish i could do more than just praying for u,but my hands are tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-36064040258997174?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/36064040258997174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=36064040258997174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/36064040258997174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/36064040258997174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-goes-another-friend-of-mine.html' title='There Goes another friend of mine....'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/ScoC-vsBgZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Axr5GYwRlCk/s72-c/rope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-1479876502245301013</id><published>2009-03-02T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:32:49.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th FEB 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SarD0udTUbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9mmwkfj4RrQ/s1600-h/CIMG1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308270421401096626 style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SarDIn3MVwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/w1YFtC9ACPs/s1600-h/CIMG1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308269663716398850 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SarDIn3MVwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/w1YFtC9ACPs/s320/CIMG1918.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SarDGjwlj6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/I8s84CWhWAE/s1600-h/CIMG1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308269628255211426 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SarDGjwlj6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/I8s84CWhWAE/s320/CIMG1931.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SarDGt1sfoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/wluI_IPRMWo/s1600-h/CIMG1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308269630960991874 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SarDGt1sfoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/wluI_IPRMWo/s320/CIMG1905.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SarDGP6RIZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rS5SBWnNi20/s1600-h/CIMG1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308269622927106450 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SarDGP6RIZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rS5SBWnNi20/s320/CIMG1946.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; The day have come for me to perform for a live paying audience...Its not that i never do it before,its just that this one was different from the rest as all eyes will be looking at my 3 recipe 1) PRAWN IN CREAMY GARLIC 2)FRITATTA WITH MIXED VEGETABLES AND 3) BREAD LASAGNE... This is being sponsored by 3 big names in SG, which is WORLD KITCHEN,TURBO AND GARDENIA BREAD..The past few weeks have been a terrible week for me as i had some personal problems and issues which makes me having bad mood and feeling terrible.I was oso feeling nervous bout the events,putting me on a stage with CHEF SITI MASTURA was like putting me on a stage with GORDON RAMSEY OR JAMIE OLIVER( the different is she is more beautiful than the other 2) I have so much respect for CHEF SITI that she is the only one i listen to most of the time cos she is so neutral in giving advice and very good in giving one too. The day starts of good and i was very nervous until it starts,Once its start, i cant fumble or makes mistakes...as its live audience and its 230 ppl around me.Just imagine how i felt and OMG i was nervous.....very in fact. The ppl makes me feel comfortable and was very supporting and encouraging,despite the late start and some hiccups from the organiser, thinks went well,BUT I GUESS I WONT BE DOING THINGS LIKE THIS IN THE NEAR FUTURE...I wanna go back to my old life,life as a working chef and not a CELEBRITY CHEF.I just wanna be someone telling me that my food is really nice and not just to hear ppl say," hey ANDRI. I SAW U ON TV/PAPER THAT DAY".....I think i had enough of that and like i say before..ITS NOT THE FAME THAT I SEEK,BUT THE AWARENESS I CREATE.... I felt like at times i felt it takes too much time of my working hours to prepared all this and its just not worth all the trouble..A celebrity will fade, but a chef good food will be remembered..... I was happy that the event went well,too well and at the end of the day, i have lots of ppl taking pictures and recipe from me,at times i wish they would give the 3 chef involved a fair share of treatment and not just me, i never wanna over shadow my MENTOR CHEF SITI AND CHEF KOO cos these 2 ppl, really is the ppl i respect alot. I was truly happy with the write up they wrote in the papers and i thanks all of u who came and support me a very big thank u from the bottom of my heart..I refuse to call or name them as MY FANS.They are not a fans but they r my elderly,frens and even i love to called them my relatives.... TO TIA...DADDY IS STILL THE SAME AND NEVER FOR ONCE DADDY FELT LIKE A CELEBRITY,DADDY WILL ALWAYS LOVE U AS LONG AS DADDY LIVE.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-1479876502245301013?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/1479876502245301013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=1479876502245301013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1479876502245301013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1479876502245301013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/03/28th-feb-2009.html' title='28th FEB 2009'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SarD0udTUbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9mmwkfj4RrQ/s72-c/CIMG1939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2802510603772814733</id><published>2009-02-26T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:19:39.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happen too often and too frequent!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SaaIyzEc_HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-dyZ3MG681Q/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SaaIyzEc_HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-dyZ3MG681Q/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307079617186430066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i meant by IT HAPPEN TOO OFTEN AND TOO FREQUENT is when ever i had problems or i think I'm going to have a problem, i become so agitated and getting pissed for no obvious reason.I get frustrated easily and i think the cutting down if nicotine intake make it worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity those around me, its not their fault but asking the wrong question or comments will easily make me angry and flare up for no apparent reason,i dun like talking on the fone or meet anyone during this time i will work/sleep/work/sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its the frustration that i have in me that trigger this odd behaviour maybe cos i dun share and nvr will share my problem...( its just me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those ever experience this treatment from me, I'm sorry....the problem i face and going thru is something i cant resolve nor fight.I just have to go thru it with my head up and wide smile..just because im CHEF ANDRI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its suck to be where i am now and sometimes i just wish im just ANDRI and not THE CHEF ANDRI...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-2802510603772814733?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2802510603772814733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2802510603772814733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2802510603772814733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2802510603772814733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-happen-too-often-and-too-frequent.html' title='It happen too often and too frequent!!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SaaIyzEc_HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-dyZ3MG681Q/s72-c/DSC00411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-1392235662504011383</id><published>2009-02-18T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:13:19.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ur My Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZum6wTvztI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KMCXtgSMwSg/s1600-h/tia2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZum6wTvztI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KMCXtgSMwSg/s320/tia2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304016514489241298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZum6on4bWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Z6jhOjATdcU/s1600-h/tia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZum6on4bWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Z6jhOjATdcU/s320/tia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304016512426208610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her, a beautiful child created by GOD for a man like me..What else could i say bout her.A beauty in a making,a lovely but can be a bit MANJA little gals.I have people telling me that i pampered her too much and she is a spoilt brat in the making,Every time i hear that,i just smile and answer to them..IF I DUN PAMPER HER,WHO ELSE SHOULD I PAMPER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last blog i talk bout WOMAN CHARTER...Yes i admit i have to spend or spending alot of Tia,but i nvr blame nor regret even abit.She is innocent as far as im concern and what ever amount of money i gave was supposedly to be meant for her and her education...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tia grew up in my eyes from a child to a young gal with a mind on her own,believe it or not some of my decision in life is inspired by her and at times she is the one telling me what to do or what decision to take..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend quality times with just her so that i can give her my up most attention and times, mind u ..i was not even allowed to on my computer or sms too often while i was with her ,if not she will say ..Y daddy u always so busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE is still a NO NO for her.. she still wans me for herself and only herself( maybe its because my ex somehow make her feel that way after she remarried in 2005)&lt;br /&gt;Tia now in Pri 1 and coping very well in school and goes to religious class on every Sat and that's leaves SUN always for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend lots of SUNDAY together and im afraid to hurt her if i brought along a fren with me too often. Kids is the most innocent human on earth as their heart and mind is like a white sheets of paper and the colour will keep adding on when she grows up.....TIA is a direct replica of me and that's make me feel comfortable,I wan her to be wise in education as well as street smart in life.... We all need a balanced of both to go thru this life ...LIFE WAS NEVER A BED OF ROSES,EVEN IF IT IS..THERE IS STILL TORNS IN THE ROSES TO BE WARY BOUT.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-1392235662504011383?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/1392235662504011383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=1392235662504011383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1392235662504011383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1392235662504011383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/02/ur-my-everything.html' title='Ur My Everything'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZum6wTvztI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KMCXtgSMwSg/s72-c/tia2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-1282412614609383893</id><published>2009-02-18T03:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:21:54.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMAN CHARTER     ---------&lt;--@</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZtwm11pw6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/_qYdzwKw6SA/s1600-h/WOMAN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZtwm11pw6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/_qYdzwKw6SA/s320/WOMAN.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303956798748345250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY KNOW WAT IS THIS WOMAN CHARTER? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Women's Charter was passed in &lt;strong&gt;1961&lt;/strong&gt; to protect the rights of women and girls in divorced proceeding.Usually this law will make sure woman have they say in most things, MAINTENANCE,CHILD SUPPORT, PERSONAL SUPPORT AND THOSE RELATED TO NOTHING BUT MONEY TO THE WOMAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U noticed y i highlighted &lt;strong&gt;1961&lt;/strong&gt; . That's when the law was pass out and never change till now..WTF!!!!1961 MEE SIAM COST 30 cents only.... Its been awhile they never change the law and i guess it should change now.In 1961 all married woman are housewives but in 2009 some woman draws more pay than man.In 1961 woman abused/child abuse by drunk husband is often told ,in 2009 some man are abused by wife and infidelity from a wife is on the rise and yet the STUPID LAW NEVER CHANGE OR REVIEW ,THUS IS UNFAIR TO SINGLE DAD OR EX HUSBAND!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these modern society some woman climbs higher than man in corporate ladder,they earn more and wear the pants at home, but when it comes to divorced,they seek help from WOMAN CHARTER AND BE A VICTIM .I and thousand over more was a victim to them, having to obliged and pay our ex wife... basically for ex husband to call them unfair is just so right and accurate...look at the statue, the woman carry a weight with her eyes close.....wat does that means?IT MEANS THAT THE LAW IS BLIND OR THE WOMAN IS BLIND!!!! screw them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single dad wont have a hse to stay,cos single mom got custody,single dad have to pay maintenance to kids and wife when the woman got custody but wen the man had custody..the woman does not need pay the man ,every time when the woman feels poor and need a pay rise, they dun have to ask their BOSS,they just ask WOMAN CHARTER and they have a case to proceed with the man ...THESE ARE SOME OF THE ISSUE ,I WANTED TO TELL U MORE BUT I TIRED AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me and most ex husband in SG ..we r maintaining a 5k commitment with a 1k salary...possible? F*%k !!! of cos not possible.. I was ask by the court to cut down cigarettes and i can have more money to pay my ex..U know wat i felt like telling the judge? U BETTER KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT BEFORE I SHAFT THE CIGARETTES UP YOUR ARSE!!! but i never say of cos..u think i crazy ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now i just pay wat i was expected to pay for TIA and its getting more n more expensive and in the end,i dun even have enough for myself..TIA is getting more and more expensive.........&lt;br /&gt;This is one reason y i never talk bout marriage and such cos i cant afford it..let alone a shopping spree or even holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself i just work hard for others and that's wat I'm still doing, the money i earn Will disappear within few days of my pay day and that can make me have tears in my eyes.....SO I HOPE THEY CHANGE THE LAW SOON IF NOT MAN WILL SUFFER WHILE WOMAN IS ENJOYING THE MONEY THEY SQUEEZE FROM THEIR EX HUSBAND....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-1282412614609383893?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/1282412614609383893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=1282412614609383893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1282412614609383893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1282412614609383893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/02/woman-charter.html' title='WOMAN CHARTER     ---------&lt;--@'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZtwm11pw6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/_qYdzwKw6SA/s72-c/WOMAN.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6691546314172445949</id><published>2009-02-16T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:52:04.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUGH TIMES DUN LAST ....TOUGH PEOPLE DO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZlvXeqG0jI/AAAAAAAAAXM/30e-13EVAxk/s1600-h/P2011353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZlvXeqG0jI/AAAAAAAAAXM/30e-13EVAxk/s320/P2011353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303392485362815538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZlvXL-aeNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ooaE4DL9ipU/s1600-h/P2011355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZlvXL-aeNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ooaE4DL9ipU/s320/P2011355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303392480347715794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Read the title and think bout it......everyone had their tough times and no one is spared,its just a TEST FROM GOD to his follower,just to see how our faith in him and how well we cope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I had my  tough times when my  whole marriage collapse,me going to prison and much much more,those are the times i felt low and lost.Some had worse than me and some just being hit over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;  During these times...who  whould stay for u? be there for u? anyone? someone? no one?   FOR ME....NO ONE!, and i feel so outcast and dissapointed bout it... And i promised myself if anyone closed to me having  their tough times....I WILL BE THERE FOR THEM NO MATTER WHAT !! THAT MY  PROMISED AND I WILL KEEP IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What happen in  life happen  for a reason,when human crossed path is because we r meant to be, they maybe be there for a day,a week ,a season or even a lifetime,but they are there for a reason and we never know y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly,&lt;br /&gt;                 kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably,&lt;br /&gt;                 and never regret anything that made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; REMEMBER WHAT I SAY.....THE DARKER THE SKY THE BRIGHTER THE STARS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6691546314172445949?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6691546314172445949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6691546314172445949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6691546314172445949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6691546314172445949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/02/tough-times-dun-last-tough-people-do.html' title='TOUGH TIMES DUN LAST ....TOUGH PEOPLE DO!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SZlvXeqG0jI/AAAAAAAAAXM/30e-13EVAxk/s72-c/P2011353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6945371798900156333</id><published>2009-01-27T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:05:03.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she believe in me.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SX7pWZ2f95I/AAAAAAAAAW8/H5RujNOuUDc/s1600-h/P5100431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SX7pWZ2f95I/AAAAAAAAAW8/H5RujNOuUDc/s320/P5100431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295926782940149650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Yiix6REiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Yiix6REiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful song which everyman loved to listen,all of us man is waiting or finding someone who believe in us despite our past or set backs. A song which reminds me that true love does exist and somewhere out day,they will be a gal who loves us truly and unconditionally... God makes empty space in our hand is for us to find another pair to fit in it.....&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;strong&gt;SHE BELIEVE IN ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she lays sleeping, I stay out late at night and play my songs&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes all the night can be so long&lt;br /&gt;And it's good when I finally make it home, all alone&lt;br /&gt;While she lays dreaming, I try to get undressed without the light&lt;br /&gt;And quietly she says how was your night?&lt;br /&gt;And I come to her and say, it was all right, and I hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she believes in me, I'll never know just what she sees in me&lt;br /&gt;I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world&lt;br /&gt;With my little songs, I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully&lt;br /&gt;And who knows maybe on some special night, if my song is right&lt;br /&gt;I will find a way, find a way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she lays waiting, I stumble to the kitchen for a bite&lt;br /&gt;Then I see my old guitar in the night&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for me like a secret friend, and there's no end&lt;br /&gt;While she lays crying, I fumble with a melody or two&lt;br /&gt;And I'm torn between the things that I should do&lt;br /&gt;And she says to wake her up when I am through,&lt;br /&gt;God her love is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she believes in me, I'll never know just what she sees in me&lt;br /&gt;I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world&lt;br /&gt;With my little songs, I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully&lt;br /&gt;And who knows maybe on some special night, if my song is right&lt;br /&gt;I will find a way, while she waits... while she waits for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6945371798900156333?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6945371798900156333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6945371798900156333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6945371798900156333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6945371798900156333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-believe-in-me.html' title='she believe in me.................'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SX7pWZ2f95I/AAAAAAAAAW8/H5RujNOuUDc/s72-c/P5100431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-4571163857414603695</id><published>2009-01-16T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:53:57.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SXCDV4_3R0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/NRQexVpqaJw/s1600-h/553escd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SXCDV4_3R0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/NRQexVpqaJw/s320/553escd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291873974261073730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't care what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few women past the age of 30 give a hoot what you might think about her or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like to be unappreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman over 30. They always know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerk if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;himself with some 22-year-old waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, I apologise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-4571163857414603695?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4571163857414603695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=4571163857414603695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4571163857414603695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/4571163857414603695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-i-grow-in-age-i-value-women-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SXCDV4_3R0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/NRQexVpqaJw/s72-c/553escd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-2756533033146385253</id><published>2009-01-15T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:34:23.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarong Party Gal (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SW4-KJbHEJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2MCcuN5aKTo/s1600-h/51WCQASS79L__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SW4-KJbHEJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2MCcuN5aKTo/s320/51WCQASS79L__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291234956256153746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      this song will make it all clear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM DREAMING OF A WHITE HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;(to the tune of Im Dreaming of a White Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dreaming of a white husband&lt;br /&gt;Just like the ones on TV shows&lt;br /&gt;So I stake out Boat Quay&lt;br /&gt;Or Ho-lland Vee-ee&lt;br /&gt;To snag some rich expat ang-mors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dreaming of a white husband&lt;br /&gt;I read about in womens mags&lt;br /&gt;Im an SPG, all right&lt;br /&gt;And I want my husband to be white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER EXPLAINATION OF SPG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busty women in their mid 20-30s who have a splinter stuck in their cerebral cortex which causes them to think that local guys are pathetic. they go for ang mohs with hairy chests, with stale breath after a hangover...slightly unbuttoned long sleeve shirts...loaded guns..fat wallets..and a huge amount of fatty deposits blocking theiy coronary arteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER EXPLAINATION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bitches who let foreigners fuck them for free hoping they will will marry them, only after the hangover do they realise that she will be passed on like meat to be fucked by other foreigners. They achieve such high level of stupidity that they brag about being fucked by foreigners, soon they cannot go without being fucked for free. to them being fucked by forigners is like shitting, one cannot go without shitting, right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MY LAST  WORDS FOR SARONG PARTY GALS OUT THERE....IF U GALS STARTS CHARGING THE ANG MO FOR SEX...U ALL  COULD SHARE AND BUY ONE COUNTRY AND CALLED IN (REPUBLIC OF SPG)wink wink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-2756533033146385253?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2756533033146385253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=2756533033146385253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2756533033146385253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/2756533033146385253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/01/sarong-party-gal-part-2.html' title='Sarong Party Gal (part 2)'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SW4-KJbHEJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2MCcuN5aKTo/s72-c/51WCQASS79L__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-894668953410751377</id><published>2009-01-14T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:48:13.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MAKE MISTAKES ....IM JUST  A MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SW4zXGwpRbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xuKq2nwmzN0/s1600-h/olypimpic+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SW4zXGwpRbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xuKq2nwmzN0/s320/olypimpic+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291223084251563442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lyric taken from a BON JOVI..... its just a simple lyric ,but the meaning means alot ..MAN ,wat can u say bout them? We are just a normal being, with mind,attitude and dignity( applies to some MAN only)&lt;br /&gt;We like to be pampered,but never like to pamper...We like attention,but never wanna give any...we like companion,but never like to be tied down..WE RATHER BE A FREE FLYING BIRD THAN THE ONE SITTING IN A CAGE...that's man for u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO MAN FLIRT? real man do flirt! that's in every man on earth...just that the level of flirting is different..some man just flirt decently some man flirt all the time and some just flirt for the sake of their so called EGO booster...just look at the movie JOHN TUCKER.. is he a bad guy? Casanova? player? NO HE IS NOT...he is just a confused young man which dunno wat he wants and who he wants...he is not bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flirt to a certain extend to.... but harmless .Never think that u can change a man cos its easier to train an animal than train a man...&lt;br /&gt;Man wont change for anything and certainly not for their gf or frens..the only things they change is for themselves when they realise that the changes is good for them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real man do cry...this is a fact, he can be a hardcore prisoner, a jerk ,a gangster or even the world strongest man..but when there is time to cry, they Will...maybe not when others around, but they cry wen they are alone.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-894668953410751377?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/894668953410751377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=894668953410751377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/894668953410751377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/894668953410751377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-make-mistakes-im-just-man.html' title='I MAKE MISTAKES ....IM JUST  A MAN'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SW4zXGwpRbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xuKq2nwmzN0/s72-c/olypimpic+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-5829119492026654927</id><published>2009-01-12T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:57:01.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER BE INDEBTED TO ANYONE..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SWsT0mzC5xI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FNbNWnS_bXQ/s1600-h/P1070656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SWsT0mzC5xI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FNbNWnS_bXQ/s320/P1070656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290343981765551890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? everyone at one time or another will feel this way..I'm feeling it often. YA YA YA...its good in away that ppl paying attention to u,helping u in anyway they can or possibly could. A gf might do things for her BF, a BF might do thing for his GF or even between HUSBAND and WIFE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO U THINK THEY EXPECT SOMETHING FROM U? DO U THINK THEY WANTED U TO DO WAT THEY DID FOR U? &lt;br /&gt;I know some of u will disagreed with my answer...but my answer is YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will want u to do the same things for them or to them, they wanted to get the same treatment like wat they given u , and when they dun get it, they think u ungrateful, never take your initiative and such... I mean y would they wanna us to do thinks we never do before? y they wanna compare us just because their ex did all that before and y they wanna even bring up this subject at all...U say I love u ,cos u meant it.not because she wanna hear u say it...than which means u say it cos she wanted u to say it...&lt;br /&gt;So...for me,i never wanna be indebted,to any body and not even to my own parents or relatives...i will worked on my own, i will get on my own..... cos to me UNCONDITIONAL LOVE is the best LOVE to get,but not everyone can give u that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so , to all couples out there, never expect your partner to be wat u wanna be, cos it wont happen and wont last...and never never be indebted to anyone cos it will be a matter of times, u will be call,ungrateful,never use your initiative and even they will start to demand ! SO..if u never indebted to them, u dun mind saying no or rejecting them...but wat if u r indebted? can u say no? yes u can...but its hard......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never treat someone like your world, cos u die alone...... and when u die, u leave the world and everything that's in it..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-5829119492026654927?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/5829119492026654927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=5829119492026654927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5829119492026654927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5829119492026654927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-be-indebted-to-anyone.html' title='NEVER BE INDEBTED TO ANYONE..........'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SWsT0mzC5xI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FNbNWnS_bXQ/s72-c/P1070656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-5070767270197295708</id><published>2009-01-10T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:28:52.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007! 2008! 2009! wats the difference? I STILL  FEEL EMPTY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SWiSktwqC7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/OpRe7HDGeXc/s1600-h/CS_24_Sept-135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SWiSktwqC7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/OpRe7HDGeXc/s400/CS_24_Sept-135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289638921803271090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009! Starting of a new year,new beginning, Wats the meaning of NEW YEAR NEW BEGINNING when i still feel EMPTY inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been like this since 2002 and i still feel the same,year in year out.I dun even know that times have past so fast until i saw how TIA grow .She is in pri 1 now and coping well with school and new family.SOMETIMES I WISH I HAD A FAMILY,a wife to come home too, a wife to hug me to sleep,to share my sorrow and laughter,kids at home to run about and watch TV and even eat together,family day on Sunday to go picnic or zoo....DEAR GOD,LISTEN TO WAT I HAVE TO SAY PLEASE" I MISS THOSE TIMES AND I'M NOT FAKING IT"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i wont get that feeling anymore cos,firstly...Tia dun allowed me to get marry and i cant afford another marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others who saw me, always see me smiling and happy always, i dunno how i could hide from everyone including ppl closed to me...BUT know, i wan u all to know the truth,I WAS NEVER HAPPY...NEVER. the happiness i portray is just a cover up for the sorrow i had inside,believe it or not, i still at times cried to sleep and y sleeping is the only things i do? is because sleeping makes me stop my sadness and worry,its not a long term solution,just a temporary one..but it does help me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wat will makes me forget all this sadness and trouble,i hope GOD can give me the answer or at least show me the light.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up this words from someone close to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEARN NOT TO ACCEPT PROMISES,SO U WONT BE REJECTED BY EMPTINESS&lt;br /&gt;LEAN HOW TO KEEP A DISTANT FROM HOPE,SO U WILL NOT MEET UP WITH DISAPPOINTMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-5070767270197295708?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/5070767270197295708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=5070767270197295708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5070767270197295708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5070767270197295708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2009/01/2007-2008-2009-wats-difference-i-still.html' title='2007! 2008! 2009! wats the difference? I STILL  FEEL EMPTY!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SWiSktwqC7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/OpRe7HDGeXc/s72-c/CS_24_Sept-135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7077160356580800007</id><published>2008-12-30T01:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:06:46.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOGS OF GOMEN!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Being a law abiding citizen and living in a country with lots of laws, i really respect what these officer have done to keep our nation the way it is now..but  still some organisation are doing  dirty tactics just to show that our taxes are being make into good use by paying them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me , they are just despicable people, i tell u an incident.I dunno if its gonna get me in SHIT,but i still wanna blog bout it...ITS MY BLOG ANYWAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew someone which was release for a drug trafficking offence( i have my fair share or frens right?) After release from prison and trying his best to get back to society, he was approached by a young man....This young man says that he knew him long time ago when he was doing drugs, as my fren trying to recalled , they exchange nos...THAT'S WHERE THE WHOLE THINGS BEGINS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they exchange sms few times,but just a normal sms,asking hows things, where my fren stay and works and where he party often....THAN, One day...the young man ask if he can get supply of drugs.....My fren say dun have and every day he been asking the same question ,and even saying that he is sick and need to get a fix, if not he can go crazy and even willing to pay double or triple the amount!!! MONEY IS THE ROOTS TO ALL EVIL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fren thought, he was just helping the young man and can earn few extra bucks, so he try to search for it and manage to get from one of his old frens.......HE met this young man, exchange items and yes....he was nab for trafficking, just like that....SO ALL THE WHILE, THIS YOUNG MAN WAS AN UNDERCOVER NARCOTIC OFFICER... My fren was charge with trafficking and was sent to prison to serve a long long term.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That y i say, these ppl are despicable in doing all these things....they could get the lead, could not haul any drugs, and they resort to all these tactic, some narcotic undercover even used gals as bait and such, how low can they resort to? I WILL NVR RESPECT ANYONE WITH THAT BATCH AND I THINK I HAVE MY RIGHT NOT TO RESPECT U AS LONG AS I STAY OFF DRUGS AND NVR DEAL WITH ANYTHING LIKE THAT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wonder, where all the confiscated drugs/ unpaid licence cigarettes all gone to? they nver show how its being disposed and nobody even knew? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe , they are back in our streets, maybe they ask those illegal foreigner to sell it for their flight money back home after their 3 month imprisonment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U DUNNO, I DUNNO....... BUT THAN AGAIN.... THINK BOUT IT???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7077160356580800007?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7077160356580800007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7077160356580800007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7077160356580800007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7077160356580800007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/12/dogs-of-gomen.html' title='DOGS OF GOMEN!!!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-649086886652800361</id><published>2008-12-24T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:44:47.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Obsession with WORK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SVE_mNru3UI/AAAAAAAAAVg/TlC587oWzCQ/s1600-h/_MG_6907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SVE_mNru3UI/AAAAAAAAAVg/TlC587oWzCQ/s400/_MG_6907.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283073763622968642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if these sickness even exist? do they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL these years i been working my ass to proved that i can make it, i can be someone that i wanna be....I get my Title as Chef de Cuisine, I work in one of the few prestigious Italian restaurant (GARIBALDI GROUP ) I'm the only local Chef de cuisine they have and another 6 CDC are all Italian...I'M proud of it, and if nobody else feels like how i felt, i dun care....cos i have proven something to my self and tats all i care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years of WORK and WORK and WORK....i realised the last time i actually apply for leave and went on a holiday is in yr 2002 with my ex wife....its 2008 now and for freaking 6 yrs...i nvr stop thinking of work!!!! Gosh! i myself could not believe that i actually do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's Wat i called, obsession with work.....I guess money is a factor too, i wanted to save for TIA ,and barely had enough for myself... Those who thinks CHEF earns alot, i say BALLS TO U...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working gave me sense of satisfaction and entertainment,no 2 guest are alike, no 2 food are the same,maybe abit similar? yes i agreed...but nvr the same....I NVR spend Chirstmas,Chinese New Year,and most of the holidays at home...its always work work n work......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my working scheduled, i lost some good frens or even gf...but than again, i never regret, U cant take my work? GET LOST...U cant take Tia? GET LOST...U wanna question my answer?Get lost.....U wanna constant argue with me? GET LOST...U wanna be sticky and says i cant spend time with u?GET LOST.....I BEEN SAYING LOTS OF GET LOST TO A NUMBER OF PPL.....simply because, i am living my dream now and not only dreaming......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-649086886652800361?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/649086886652800361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=649086886652800361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/649086886652800361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/649086886652800361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-obsession-with-work.html' title='My Obsession with WORK!!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SVE_mNru3UI/AAAAAAAAAVg/TlC587oWzCQ/s72-c/_MG_6907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-846578122089477233</id><published>2008-12-12T02:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:02:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is  the  time we dun need  our  relatives?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SUGMSSmjq0I/AAAAAAAAARI/7OOX93GKit4/s1600-h/P3271891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SUGMSSmjq0I/AAAAAAAAARI/7OOX93GKit4/s400/P3271891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278654484114025282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u guys felt like this before ? sometimes i do and i believes some of u will oso felt the same way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fren ( close fren) who once told me before,He dun need any relatives as long as his 5 siblings stick together....lets call my fren..ANDY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy is a divorcee and staying with his parents after his divorced, Andy had 5 closely knitted siblings, 3 boy and 2 gal.... 2 of Andy siblings got married and stays on their own and only left another 2 stays with him at Andy parents place.&lt;br /&gt;The problem started when Andy DAD remarried to another woman without Andy moms approval, than all the problem starts.Being the eldest,Andy worry alot bout this problem and been losing sleep bout it, wats the worse could happen? divorced? its easier said than done, Andy mom is not working and taking care of her grandchildren and Andy dad is the sole breadwinner....and if divorced really happen, all the responsibility will be passed to Andy....&lt;br /&gt;Andy relatives ( the dad side) seems to be against the idea of Andy dad marriage and will always tell Andy mom to be patient and such, or even talk to them when needed........SUDDENLY.....all change, the relatives which used to side Andy moms turn around and support the other woman( we called her...hmmmph BITCH ok?) SO some other Andy relatives supported the Bitch and get closed to her and even invited Bitch to Andy relatives gathering and wedding...Andy got puzzled on the sudden change of his relatives,Y ARE THEY EVEN SUPPORTING SOMEONE WHO BROKE UP PPL MARRIAGE??? Andy was angry and still as a jovial guy he acted like nth happen with his HERAN TAK HERAN attitude.... Andy told his siblings no matter wat, the 5 will be together...&lt;br /&gt;One of Andy cousin recently call Andy younger brother and ask to meet at Mac..This cousin is the same age as Andy ,he is one of the few refine man with good background,beautiful kids and a stable career..SO, he started to talk to Andy younger bro and tell him things bout life and such,dun do tattoo,take drugs,play truant,fight and got lock up......Andy on the other hand was a juvenile delinquent, he had a tattoo wen he was is sec 3, playing lion dance, mixing with the wrong company and get lots of trouble in sch and with the police and the Cousins was like a good student , tuition and play piano at home..( I would rather play truants than play the piano....)This cousin was oso trying to coax Andy younger brother not to believe wat Andy mum told him ( as this cousin was oso supporting the BITCH)&lt;br /&gt;Andy sister and the other brother( we call him....BOTAK) was so angry and wanted a confrontation but Andy stop them and ask them to be cool bout it,Andy says y we wanna make ourselves angry bout all this, this are all nonsense and we all just wait and see wat happen next...Botak and the rest of the sibling listen to wat Andy says and just playing the waiting game........for now&lt;br /&gt;Andy told his siblings,WE DUN NEED THESE RELATIVES WHICH SIDE THE BITCH AS THESE RELATIVES DIDN'T FEED ANY OF US WHEN WE R YOUNG, SO WE DUN HAVE TO WORRY EVEN IF WE WANNA IGNORED THEM FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES...WE JUST HAVE EACH OTHER TO RELY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy was so pissed with this shit that he was telling himself, he wont go to any of his relatives outing anymore and even if he go, and if he saw the BITCH over there, he will spit at her face without thinking of the consequences anymore....Andy mixed around alot during his younger days and he believes, to fight for his family pride and dignity is something u have keep and fight for it...EVEN IF IT MAKES HIS RELATIVES HATE HIM....he dun care anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy got this massage for all his relatives....IF U NOT HELPING THE FAMILY,DUN HELP AT ALL.......dogs never bites the hands that feeds them,but if u are not the hand, the dogs dun care!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...BITCH, DUN U EVER LET ANDY SEE U, COS ANDY GONNA  HUMILIATE U LIKE U NEVER BEEN HUMILIATED BEFORE...u wanna  play game,Andy will  play with and when Andy start his game...ANDY SWEAR THIS UPON BOTH HIS LATE GRANDPARENTS.....BITCH, U DUN WANNA  MESS WITH ANDY.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-846578122089477233?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/846578122089477233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=846578122089477233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/846578122089477233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/846578122089477233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-is-time-we-dun-need-our-relatives.html' title='When is  the  time we dun need  our  relatives?'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SUGMSSmjq0I/AAAAAAAAARI/7OOX93GKit4/s72-c/P3271891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7681145739745512552</id><published>2008-12-09T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO THE WORLD U MAY BE JUST ANOTHER PERSON,BUT TO ONE PERSON, U ARE THEIR WORLD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/ST9Dt0UfWrI/AAAAAAAAARA/fmQYaWatiVU/s1600-h/1_860661065l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/ST9Dt0UfWrI/AAAAAAAAARA/fmQYaWatiVU/s400/1_860661065l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278011742719269554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;"TO THE WORLD U MAY BE JUST ANOTHER PERSON,BUT TO ONE PERSON, U ARE THEIR WORLD"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    How  true  is  these words which  i just  wrote? some would say its  not,but many agreed to it.....&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;  We might not  realised  it, but  sometimes, things we do for someone  means alot to them  just  read  the following   story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he was in a hurry, as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him looking at his watch, and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inquired as to her health; he told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He smiled as he patted my hand and said, ''She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had to hold back tears as he left.  I had goose bumps on my arms and thought, '! That is the kind of love I want in my life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is neither physical nor romantic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I thought I could share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In this   senario, the wife is the  old  man  world.....and the  man  is  living  in his  world....how  many of  us would   do  like  that?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TO THE WORLD U MAY BE JUST ANOTHER PERSON,BUT TO ONE PERSON, U ARE THEIR WORLD , after  what  i been  thru  in life, im  not  ready  to be  anybody world  yet.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7681145739745512552?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7681145739745512552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7681145739745512552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7681145739745512552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7681145739745512552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-world-u-may-be-just-another.html' title='TO THE WORLD U MAY BE JUST ANOTHER PERSON,BUT TO ONE PERSON, U ARE THEIR WORLD!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/ST9Dt0UfWrI/AAAAAAAAARA/fmQYaWatiVU/s72-c/1_860661065l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-1867019757573143541</id><published>2008-12-03T04:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:22:36.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/STWY21ffxGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B2QcrD0ZTMw/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_92b7dc_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/STWY21ffxGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B2QcrD0ZTMw/s320/PhotoFunia_92b7dc_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275290606373946466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We meet people everyday in our daily life..... we have frens in every stages of life and we have people or relationship that at times affect our life....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person..&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.&lt;br /&gt;They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support,&lt;br /&gt;to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. &lt;br /&gt;They may seem like a godsend and they are.&lt;br /&gt;They are there for the reason you need them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,&lt;br /&gt;this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done..&lt;br /&gt;The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.&lt;br /&gt;They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;They may teach you something you have never done.&lt;br /&gt;They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it, it is real. But only for a season..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFETIME&lt;/strong&gt; relationships teach you lifetime lessons,&lt;br /&gt;things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.&lt;br /&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson,&lt;br /&gt;love the person and put w hat you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life,&lt;br /&gt;whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-1867019757573143541?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/1867019757573143541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=1867019757573143541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1867019757573143541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1867019757573143541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-meet-people-everyday-in-our-daily.html' title=''/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/STWY21ffxGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B2QcrD0ZTMw/s72-c/PhotoFunia_92b7dc_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6869731683891761267</id><published>2008-11-27T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:29:30.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This  is  for SPG ( Sarong Party Gal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SS4930UqK5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ihYnTWexZL8/s1600-h/spg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SS4930UqK5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ihYnTWexZL8/s320/spg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273220242844822418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated or directed to all SPG( no matter how u living in denial) I still call u SPG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of SPG Sarong Party Girl (also known as SPG or Sarong Party Girl)from a dictionary..................&lt;em&gt; is a derogatory term used in Singapore and (to a lesser extent) in Peninsular Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;It describes a local Asian woman (e.g. Chinese, Malay, Indian) who usually dresses and behaves in a provocative manner, and who exclusively dates and prefers white men. This can be considered a variant of the Pinkerton Syndrome. The term first achieved international notoriety after the 1994 publication of Jim Aitchison's book "Sarong Party Girl", which offered a satirical portrayal of the SPG and related &lt;/em&gt;aspects of Singaporean culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of SPG from Ah BENG .............&lt;em&gt;SARONG PARTY GIRL/SPG&lt;br /&gt;A pejorative term describing local girls who will only go out with Caucasians. The stereotypical “SPG”, as she is usually abbreviated, is extremely tan, and skimpily-dressed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of SPG from ME............&lt;em&gt;they just a disease and crap&lt;/em&gt; OH...WE EVEN HAD JOKES BOUT SPG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many Sarong Party Girls does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;None&lt;/strong&gt;. Sarong Party Girls don't screw anything that's yellow (they only screw kuai lo). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my working career, i came across lots of SPG and SPG wannabe..They will only date and lay their eyes on WHITE..There are 2 types of SPG that we can see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fugly....they one dat date ang mo cos they r ugly and only ang mo can screw &lt;br /&gt;anything that wears a skirt and lipsticks!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Atas ones... they r the one which thinks that local man are not a good lover &lt;br /&gt;and wanted to marry ang mo,their mission is do or die!!&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THIS 2 CATEGORY ,THERS ARE SEPARATED INTO SOME OTHER SUBS CATEGORY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work, mingle and even stay with few ang mo myself and do u know wat they think of our SPG.? To them SPG is someone they F%+# FOR FREE!!! thats wat they think, firstly cos ang mo are stingy and wont pay for sex, so that's y they dun mind. &lt;br /&gt;When u talk to SPG, no matter where they come from,ang mo kio, bishan, penang,sarawak or anywhere else....they speaks with a freaking funny accents, an accents they tot makes them sound and be cool, but by actual fact it sounded like SHIT babe......&lt;br /&gt;They dress differently,walk differently and talk differently....but to me, they are no different from CHINA GAL U SAW WALKING IN GEYLANG..&lt;br /&gt;HEY, its true ...but the major different is that CHINA GAL takes money from these man they with and get screw..BUT SPG pays for the ang mo and still get screwed!!!!DUH &lt;br /&gt;I saw many times when it comes to dinner, the SPG will pays for the ang mo and OMG! these ang mo is not that brad pitt kind of ang mo,they are the kind which cant even hook up gals back in their country and suddenly they become exotic in SG....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPG ,SARONG PARTY GIRLS OR WAT EVER U WANNA CALL THEM...To me u still a diseases and forever a crap..if u not happy with wat i wrote....GO BACK TO MY TITLE PAGE..THIS BLOG IS CALLED.....THIS IS MY BLOG AND I SAY WAT I WANT...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6869731683891761267?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6869731683891761267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6869731683891761267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6869731683891761267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6869731683891761267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-for-spg-sarong-party-gal.html' title='This  is  for SPG ( Sarong Party Gal)'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SS4930UqK5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ihYnTWexZL8/s72-c/spg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-9163124272429715316</id><published>2008-11-24T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:18:19.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SSqNUHM3itI/AAAAAAAAAQo/baSyxmuJQeg/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_b7ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SSqNUHM3itI/AAAAAAAAAQo/baSyxmuJQeg/s320/PhotoFunia_b7ab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272181690460506834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I STUMBLE UPON THESE ARTICLES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; read bout it and u see  the truth in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Was Dumped by My Partner&lt;br /&gt;Were you dumped by your girlfriend/boyfriend? Asked someone out but was turned down? Told someone that you love him/her and the answer was “although you are an interesting person, you're just not the one for me”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-confidence and Being Dumped&lt;br /&gt;What most people do when they are dumped is that they start to search for a logical explanation or a reason for what happened. Unfortunately this usually leads them to searching for and finding something wrong within themselves and this serioulsy damages their self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, the main reason behind feeling bad after a break-up is a lack of self-confidence. After all, if you were sure that you are a great person who doesn’t deserve to be dumped, you wouldn't have related rejection to a problem within yourself. Instead, you would've found another explanation for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, in some cases the problem may not really lie with you, but with your partner. Just read further and you will see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Was I Dumped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following lines will open your eyes to facts that you may not have been aware of before. After you understand them, you will discover that getting dumped may not be that bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and compensation: The person who dumped you is just a human who is governed by the rules that govern all other humans. One of the main reasons that makes this person fall in love is to compensate for some of his own weaknesses; so if you loved someone who is a methodical thinker, he may dump you if you were very similar to him simply because he may want someone more spontaneous and creative to compensate for his rigid way of thinking. Thus, although you are smart and intelligent, you were still dumped because your partner needs to compensate for his weaknesses and not because you are bad . If you think that the person you fell in love with is superior then wake up and realise that all humans have unmet needs that they need to compensate for, the only difference is that it may not be that visible for some of them. &lt;br /&gt;His/Her unconscious criteria: I have said before that everyone has subconscious criteria for choosing people he falls in love with (see the psychology of falling in love for more information on this). This means that if someone didn’t fit these criteria, the person can never really love the other person even if he was the greatest ever. If one of these criteria was something like “she must be blond, or he must be tall" and you don't fit that, you might get dumped even though there's really nothing wrong with you!&lt;br /&gt;There Is Nothing Wrong with You&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion we can make from all of this is that you could get dumped for many reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with you. In my "book how to get over anyone in few days" i used this concept a lot by convincing the readers that they weren't dumped because of not being worthy or because of being unneeded and the effect was so powerful. In some cases you should even feel pity for the other person who is just searching blindly for a way to compensate for his flaws instead of someone who would really be a dedicated and loving partner. Most importantly, be confident and know your own strengths. If you become confident enough, being dumped won't have any effect on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SO, GETTING DUMPED IS SERIOUSLY NOT A PROBLEM AND U DUN HAVE TO BE ALL EMO BOUT IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-9163124272429715316?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/9163124272429715316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=9163124272429715316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/9163124272429715316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/9163124272429715316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-stumble-upon-these-articles.html' title=''/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SSqNUHM3itI/AAAAAAAAAQo/baSyxmuJQeg/s72-c/PhotoFunia_b7ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8036497738220380326</id><published>2008-11-18T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:21:10.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tia Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SSJew4fRe8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/cTJ50X9tEac/s1600-h/tia++graduation+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SSJew4fRe8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/cTJ50X9tEac/s320/tia++graduation+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269878707867188162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SSJewsLFErI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2q3G7fSFsr0/s1600-h/tia++graduation+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SSJewsLFErI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2q3G7fSFsr0/s320/tia++graduation+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269878704561263282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3nRsZ0-4Ozk"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3nRsZ0-4Ozk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2 yrs have past  and  tia graduated from sch....It was held at Swiss  Hotel SG and the ticket cost $50 ,they making money man...Tia insist that i go so i just put aside the awkwardness bout seeing my ex wife,new hubby and go cos tia wanted me to go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One incident happen, while me ,my ex and the hubby was finding tia, her fren which is behind her, asking  tia" is that your brother?"( reffering to me) tia answered" no la,thatsmy daddy, i have 2 daddy,this and this". We all acted like we never hear wat she was saying but deep inside me, i realised that tia,accepted the  fact  that, she had 2 daddy and 1 mommy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She was performing in a dance and i uploaded the video of her dancing and picture we took... tia, Daddy will  always love you till the end of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Andri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8036497738220380326?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8036497738220380326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8036497738220380326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8036497738220380326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8036497738220380326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/11/tia-graduation_18.html' title='Tia Graduation'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SSJew4fRe8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/cTJ50X9tEac/s72-c/tia++graduation+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-5994031118958336931</id><published>2008-11-11T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:08:41.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will  this  HAPPEN  IN SINGAPORE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRmRwhkrcbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YLxSFCvRHww/s1600-h/skyerp%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRmRwhkrcbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YLxSFCvRHww/s320/skyerp%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267401502018466226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i write a lot bout the Gov, how much of a dictator they are and one party ruling and such....SINGAPORE IS REALLY A "FINE" CITY( meaning every Singaporean who lives here will get or issue a fine for one things or another.Car park fine, late payment fine, traffic ,radio and TV fine,income tax fine, never go IPPT or RT oso kena fine,even late payment of water can get fine......HAIX, REALLY A "FINE" "FINE" CITY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERP is getting so bad and expensive that i could not afford to drive and most ppl( Singaporean ) cant afford taxi too, try driving to work from 8 to 9.30 and some ERP starts at 7 am, stupid ppl. I really hope those implementing ERP THEIR GRANDCHILD NO BUTTOCK( YES I CURSE U,SO WAT CAN U DO??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-5994031118958336931?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/5994031118958336931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=5994031118958336931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5994031118958336931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/5994031118958336931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-this-happen-in-singapore.html' title='Will  this  HAPPEN  IN SINGAPORE?'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRmRwhkrcbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YLxSFCvRHww/s72-c/skyerp%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7946230708729673704</id><published>2008-11-05T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:05:09.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did  the  unexpected!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFFMBCHpYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/B4_DNqD_7KA/s1600-h/PB041001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFFMBCHpYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/B4_DNqD_7KA/s320/PB041001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265065512110892418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFFL4QMMlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6l7k3hCXENc/s1600-h/PB041026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFFL4QMMlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6l7k3hCXENc/s320/PB041026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265065509753991762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFDUEKSj3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xCVynycjvPc/s1600-h/PB041018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFDUEKSj3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xCVynycjvPc/s320/PB041018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265063451366166386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFDUDR6gGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hMWJwZOvQrs/s1600-h/PB041007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFDUDR6gGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hMWJwZOvQrs/s320/PB041007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265063451129708642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFDTxTsKeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApPT6n8jfT0/s1600-h/PB040997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFDTxTsKeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ApPT6n8jfT0/s320/PB040997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265063446305319394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFDTeo0sjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mzJaMkaa3oc/s1600-h/PB041056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFDTeo0sjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mzJaMkaa3oc/s320/PB041056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265063441293685298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFDTLqWMXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cnUcEUGFQh4/s1600-h/PB041050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFDTLqWMXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cnUcEUGFQh4/s320/PB041050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265063436199801202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant explain y, but at times i just wanna spend time alone with tia and do things together,just me and her.....maybe its just a way for me to tell and show her i will nvr neglect her? maybe i just tired of the attention i get and wanted to give her all the attention i want?maybe i just wan her attention? maybe maybe maybe.......in one of the trip we did, was a trip to NIGHT SAFARI...OMG,it was such a ripped off...the ticket was so damn expensive and a family of 5 Singaporean will find that a luxury trip instead of a family trip man......seriously,think bout it...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was spending quality time with her and wen on the way out ther is this show by some guys from Borneo , group of fire eaters and dart shooters and dance...tia ask me.." Daddy, u dare or not to do that"? i say.." of cos tia"... and she answer..."Daddy i wanna see".....OOPS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, wen they ask for a volunteer, nobody put up their hand and tia insist me on putting it up.....guess wat? I did... i did put up my hand and the guys came down and get me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REST IS HISTORY ......I DUNNO Y I DO IT? BUT I DO IT FOR U TIA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7946230708729673704?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7946230708729673704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7946230708729673704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7946230708729673704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7946230708729673704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/11/did-unexpected.html' title='Did  the  unexpected!!!!!!'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SRFFMBCHpYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/B4_DNqD_7KA/s72-c/PB041001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8895687509531325220</id><published>2008-11-01T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:20:19.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time  is  all  we   need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SQxXhaANy-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/sDfQxGxwZQc/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_2fb2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SQxXhaANy-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/sDfQxGxwZQc/s320/PhotoFunia_2fb2f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263678295916792802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you asleep, son?' He asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family &amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8895687509531325220?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8895687509531325220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8895687509531325220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8895687509531325220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8895687509531325220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-is-all-we-need.html' title='time  is  all  we   need'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SQxXhaANy-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/sDfQxGxwZQc/s72-c/PhotoFunia_2fb2f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-1004495969905319225</id><published>2008-10-30T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:23:04.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am what I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SQip7LhZlZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qODaV9zhFko/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SQip7LhZlZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qODaV9zhFko/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642998752679314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i dun think of this as a problem but i guess....its really a problem now.I realised it first when CHEF SITI commented on my behaviour,she says something like..Andri,i know u are not someone who flirt but your friendliness towards the opposite sex is sometimes too much that it can be seen as u are flirting and giving them hope....did i? maybe i didn't realised but maybe i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my friendliness is too much,but that's how i treat guys or gals alike,I'm always like that.SHOULD I CHANGE? if changes is easy, i change long time ago,if being friendly is bad, should i stop being friendly? I DUN WANNA BE SEEN AS A FLIRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just being nice and being me,does not mean after ppl know me from TV,i have to be stuck up like some of them...I'm not even a star or a celebrity,I'm just being WHO I AM AND WHAT I AM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal or Guys to me is the same, i treat them the same and no difference at all,at time i do even kiss customers or friends on the cheek( not guys la) the one that i have feeling for will be the one to see tia and tia have to like her...cos if she dun like her than no point of being together,I will listen to tia,she is my eyes and my mouth....she will be the one choosing not me,cause i can adapt to whoever she choose but she might not be adapting to whoever i choose.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please dun judge me for my behaviour,cos I'm just a man who at times makes mistakes......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-1004495969905319225?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/1004495969905319225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=1004495969905319225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1004495969905319225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/1004495969905319225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='I am what I am'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SQip7LhZlZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qODaV9zhFko/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-587269804086061746</id><published>2008-10-29T02:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:09:25.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argument is healthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SQdjWGenbYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/i9Hu31VYTQY/s1600-h/_MG_7871s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SQdjWGenbYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/i9Hu31VYTQY/s320/_MG_7871s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262283920953011586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The couple that fights the most is the one most in love... it shows they care enough to notice the other one screwed up and care enough to mention it to the person so they can fix it. When you stop fighting it means you stopped caring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since i update the blog and i came across these versed written by a divorced mother of 2 kids,HOW TRUE IS THAT VERSED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most will not agreed but i strongly believed that its Damn true.....we all argue,quarrel and fights at times in relationship and its all because we noticed the fault or mistakes that been done, and wen we say it out or point at it?thus the argument erupts and than u start making your points and explain...Argument is healthy babe,if your partner just leave u alone and follow whatever u wish for..i suggest he or she gets a DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen we argue, we want our partner to know and realised,we are not happy with Wat she did or say,2 adult in a relationship will have argument and trust me its healthy cos at the end of the day....U GUYS KISS AND MAKE OUT( passionately..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our teeth and tongue at times makes mistakes and bite each other.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-587269804086061746?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/587269804086061746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=587269804086061746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/587269804086061746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/587269804086061746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/10/argument-is-healthy.html' title='Argument is healthy'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SQdjWGenbYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/i9Hu31VYTQY/s72-c/_MG_7871s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8857134989827921305</id><published>2008-10-11T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:38:26.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me @ work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB-_Z0rWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7inb4Lghec8/s1600-h/P1070655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB-_Z0rWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7inb4Lghec8/s320/P1070655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255843684312984930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB-8NUxrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Hoa0OK-zMug/s1600-h/P1070657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB-8NUxrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Hoa0OK-zMug/s320/P1070657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255843683455256242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB_NxTGQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-isvYg_8jT8/s1600-h/P1070658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB_NxTGQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-isvYg_8jT8/s320/P1070658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255843688169543938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB_Cuh3eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ajZtPsCvJZA/s1600-h/P1070654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB_Cuh3eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ajZtPsCvJZA/s320/P1070654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255843685205138914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB_LFtvcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/m0AjJl1yQpE/s1600-h/P1070659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB_LFtvcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/m0AjJl1yQpE/s320/P1070659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255843687449869762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; My sis drop by with her hubby for a celebration and she took pictures of me in action.The one place that im very comfortable at....KITCHEN...Its my world,my place and my home......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8857134989827921305?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8857134989827921305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8857134989827921305' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8857134989827921305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8857134989827921305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-work.html' title='Me @ work'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPCB-_Z0rWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7inb4Lghec8/s72-c/P1070655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-3706320449965534172</id><published>2008-10-11T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:26:15.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AYU magazine write up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPB_Ohf7gxI/AAAAAAAAANo/QPu7leFXG8U/s1600-h/P030808_17.30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPB_Ohf7gxI/AAAAAAAAANo/QPu7leFXG8U/s320/P030808_17.30.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255840652628558610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPB_Ok-bezI/AAAAAAAAANw/47w4A2LxZAU/s1600-h/P030808_17.31%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPB_Ok-bezI/AAAAAAAAANw/47w4A2LxZAU/s320/P030808_17.31%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255840653561789234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPB_OtxE_0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/x0_o1T4yUkw/s1600-h/P030808_17.31%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPB_OtxE_0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/x0_o1T4yUkw/s320/P030808_17.31%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255840655921708866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sorry  for  not updating the blog  so long, Recently i did a food column with AYU MAGAZINE a new lifestyle mag..I like the  interview , the food  i did and the  photo taken of me and the food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SAYUR LODEH WRAPPED WITH CABBAGE&lt;br /&gt; KETUPAT WITH PRAWNS AND GARLIC SAUCE&lt;br /&gt; RENDANG IN RED CHILLI AND LINGUINE PASTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They ask me to do the traditional malay food and play with the idea of cooking and representing it... hope u like the pic and the mag out since last  month...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-3706320449965534172?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/3706320449965534172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=3706320449965534172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3706320449965534172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3706320449965534172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/10/ayu-magazine-write-up.html' title='AYU magazine write up'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SPB_Ohf7gxI/AAAAAAAAANo/QPu7leFXG8U/s72-c/P030808_17.30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-3716776452195311710</id><published>2008-10-04T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:35:03.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOdhiqeH1HI/AAAAAAAAANY/hL_DKMAe98w/s1600-h/jb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOdhiqeH1HI/AAAAAAAAANY/hL_DKMAe98w/s320/jb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253274738495050866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Best Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; sufferings&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; joys&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; worries&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; dreams&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself to try&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself to go through&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself to accept without prejudice&lt;br /&gt;Embrace courage&lt;br /&gt;Embrace learning&lt;br /&gt;Embrace actions&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill life with love &lt;br /&gt;Fulfill life by paying grace forward&lt;br /&gt;Live with resilience now and forever&lt;br /&gt;With no &lt;strong&gt;regrets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no &lt;strong&gt;fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-3716776452195311710?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/3716776452195311710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=3716776452195311710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3716776452195311710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/3716776452195311710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOdhiqeH1HI/AAAAAAAAANY/hL_DKMAe98w/s72-c/jb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-7487054187135484280</id><published>2008-10-02T05:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T05:40:46.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONELY CELEBRATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOPuMz6dmMI/AAAAAAAAANI/pk0nfMVPbG0/s1600-h/SadMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOPuMz6dmMI/AAAAAAAAANI/pk0nfMVPbG0/s320/SadMan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252303494305388738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOPuM97jAHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NnoSH47XvxU/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOPuM97jAHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NnoSH47XvxU/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252303496994291826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After 1 month  of   not  so  complete fasting, comes  the  big day,,children  looking forward to it,mum  busy  cooking and  dad with last minute maintenance of the  house....everybody in my family  was watching tv and giggling  away except ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After work,i came  home and straight to the  room, lying  and feeling  down.. i  dun understand  y  too...TIA wont  be  with me, and  the feeling of loneliness  struck so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the day  itself... i lie down on the bed without even coming out  to eat,i miss going out with just my family... i know that  i only get that feeling in 2001 but that 1 time with my own famliy really makes  a differnce and with tia not with me, i felt worse.....some frens asked me  out but i lied and say tia is with me, im going out with parents and bla bla bla....im  sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST DUN FEEL LIKE DOING ANYTHING EXCEPT SLEEPING......GOD it feels so bad and sad and i hope.....it wont happen  again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-7487054187135484280?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/7487054187135484280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=7487054187135484280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7487054187135484280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/7487054187135484280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/10/lonely-celebration_02.html' title='LONELY CELEBRATION'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOPuMz6dmMI/AAAAAAAAANI/pk0nfMVPbG0/s72-c/SadMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-6264569533265610009</id><published>2008-09-30T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:43:26.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warrior GONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOIQvQZDQeI/AAAAAAAAANA/wSTvfExakSk/s1600-h/jb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOIQvQZDQeI/AAAAAAAAANA/wSTvfExakSk/s320/jb.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251778519507354082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposition plays only a marginal role in Singapore, where it complains of limited access to the pro-government mainstream media and restrictions on public assemblies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeyaretnam was to appear in the High Court on October 15 to seek an order that a by-election be held for a vacant seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. K. Pamela, another of Jeyaretnam's relatives, said the court challenge was related to Jeyaretnam's desire to enter parliament again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was his wish," she told AFP in tears. "Such a good man. Why did God take him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeyaretnam's long-time ally and Reform Party executive, Ng Teck Siong, said it would be "very hard to find another man to fill his shoes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He passed  away  this morning  and wen all of his  family members became silences 1 family will be  HAPPY, happy that the bug on their body finally lost, the bug that constantly makes  them  worry  and  sick gone  away.Im sorry SIR,I nvr wanted to label u as  a bug,instead u are  a WARRIOR, a man who makes  some  of  us  realised how "well" we  treated by the ruler....(I JUST  RECEIVED THE PAY OUT CHEQUE LAST  NIGHT, HAPPY  LAH..BUT  AFTER 7 HOURS,RULER INCREASED THE ELECTRIC BILL!!!!!!DUH.Than give me  for wat? might  as well pays for my next  month  bill  right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  MR JB was and icon, a great  fighter and the voice of the minority(THE OTHER FAMILY IS THE VOICE OF MAJORITY) he fight in wat he  believed in and how many ppl dare  to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I met him once in person while i was  a chef in an outlet, hE CAME to  eat with a fren and  wen his fren  ask  for the bill,i was there telling him.SIR..LET ME HAVE THE HONOUR TO TREAT U FOR LUNCH, and he was  thanking me and asking  for my namecard,thats  the  closest  i get  to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like  wat  his relatives  say, Y? do god have to take  him, he was  a good  man...YES  MAAM, i totally  agreed  with u,god loves  him and take him away from the suffering he  got from the OTHER family which owns SHIPYARD.TRANSPORTATION.BUILDINGS.LAWYER FIRM AND  MORE....and  still wanna  make the ppl  suffer by "PAYING N PAYING"&lt;br /&gt; GOD BLESS  HIS  SOUL AND WEN 1 MR JB PASSED AWAY, THERE WILL BE ANOTHER 5 RESURFACE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-6264569533265610009?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6264569533265610009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=6264569533265610009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6264569533265610009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/6264569533265610009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/09/warrior-gone.html' title='Warrior GONE'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SOIQvQZDQeI/AAAAAAAAANA/wSTvfExakSk/s72-c/jb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8619568534215770365</id><published>2008-09-29T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:22:59.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would we  guys  felt  intimidated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SN_ZbVWRs0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/X2s-BqqkCyg/s1600-h/lexus+rx300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SN_ZbVWRs0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/X2s-BqqkCyg/s320/lexus+rx300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251154754147562306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hi  guys, just wanted  to ask  opinion bout stuff... if  u met a gal which is richer than u, more confident than u, drive a more expensive car than u and better dress and  looks  than u...would u feel intimidated and  carry on pursuing her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How  many  of u would and how  many of u wont? i guess its  a 50-50 answer  i will  get cos  if i were to be in that  situation.. even im contempleting on wat to do  next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To  pursue her, u have  to  come  to terms bout  others  telling ppl that  u with  her is just because  of  wat she  have  and  not  wat she  is...and she  will  oso  be thinking  bout, do u really  love or have  feelings  for  her? or  just  wanting to have  a share of wat  she had?&lt;br /&gt; By not  pursuing... u will  waste  a chance of  getting  back  the  love she  had  for  u . and giving away a chance that she might not really care if u are rich or poor,as long as u love  her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its something so simple yet so delicate but its not something to be taken lightly..so would  u guys  hold back or pursue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8619568534215770365?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8619568534215770365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8619568534215770365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8619568534215770365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8619568534215770365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/09/would-we-guys-felt-intimidated.html' title='Would we  guys  felt  intimidated?'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SN_ZbVWRs0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/X2s-BqqkCyg/s72-c/lexus+rx300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866519949714660755.post-8309730188287408313</id><published>2008-09-25T04:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:51:47.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANAK= CHILD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqhnQaaGAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/enLCENZCH6U/s1600-h/RECO0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqhnQaaGAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/enLCENZCH6U/s320/RECO0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249686011446433794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqhn-lK8cI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cU9wU0IuurE/s1600-h/RECO0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqhn-lK8cI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cU9wU0IuurE/s320/RECO0059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249686023839609282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqhoBS-8OI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/aR7dcUXXzBU/s1600-h/P3020378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqhoBS-8OI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/aR7dcUXXzBU/s320/P3020378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249686024568631522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqho82RKQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qNLh9B6P1BQ/s1600-h/P3020390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqho82RKQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qNLh9B6P1BQ/s320/P3020390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249686040554318082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqhpikbykI/AAAAAAAAAMg/gKTFohh7-l4/s1600-h/P3090481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqhpikbykI/AAAAAAAAAMg/gKTFohh7-l4/s320/P3090481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249686050680064578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hy_tA4Trxnc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hy_tA4Trxnc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TIA QISTYNNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th January 2008 u be exactly 6 yrs old and daddy separated with mummy exactly 6 yrs too, yes dear.. its hard on u,daddy know .Now u been asking mummy and daddy, y we divorced? y daddy dun wanna come back to mummy? does daddy love mummy anymore? and u even tell daddy,that daddy cant get married till u grown up...&lt;br /&gt;Daddy know the day Will come when u ask this question, but daddy always thought that it wont be so soon but now u already started to ask...I hope u dun ask daddy all that cos the question will just make daddy sad and tears will start falling again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy got married again, Tia already had a new DAD and i hope u treat him good and with respect cos your new DAD is a good man, he promised to take care or u and mummy.Mummy and Daddy already on talking term and we promised to give u the best that we could, to some... daddy spoilt u, but if daddy didn't spoilt u...who else can daddy spoilt? Daddy always buy u gift and present and seldom shout or scream at u,Even at times daddy is having financial problem,daddy still obliged with your request for gifts and toys,Daddy do all that is just for one reason only and that is to make u happy,YOUR HAPPINESS MEANS THE WORLD TO ME TIA ...cos, daddy felt that daddy wronged u..Daddy brings u out to this world and makes u wonder..Wonder y u have 2 dad and 1 mummy? y daddy is staying with granny and not mummy? y u must follow daddy on weekend and mummy on weekdays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy nvr thought of marriage and maybe daddy wont. If that's Wat makes tia happy. Daddy always refer tia as my princess cos no one can or will replace u in my heart, u always be my princess,Yes daddy knows at times daddy scolds u or even shout,but that is for your own good&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy hope one day , tia will be proud to have a daddy like me,proud to tell others that tia had the BEST DADDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY HOPE, ONE DAY...TIA BE A GREAT DAUGHTER AND WILL LOVE DADDY ALWAYS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         You're The Reason I Live And The Reason I'd Die&lt;br /&gt;                         You're the Reason I Smile Yet Break Down &amp; Cry&lt;br /&gt;                         You're The Reason I Keep Going And The Reason I Fall&lt;br /&gt;                         Cause Without you In My Life I'm Nothing At all.&lt;br /&gt; luv u always Tia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866519949714660755-8309730188287408313?l=andrijamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8309730188287408313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866519949714660755&amp;postID=8309730188287408313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8309730188287408313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866519949714660755/posts/default/8309730188287408313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrijamil.blogspot.com/2008/09/anak-child.html' title='ANAK= CHILD'/><author><name>Chef Andri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06005874177993253729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/R2d8asYmu_I/AAAAAAAAABs/VBJSLKndOX0/S220/Untitled2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9bcx2MTWQ0/SNqhnQaaGAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/enLCENZCH6U/s72-c/RECO0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
