<?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-9127022</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:23:03.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steelrage</title><subtitle type='html'>rants of a twenty TWO year old industrial design degree student</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-114002758694508375</id><published>2006-02-16T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T02:19:46.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:18</title><content type='html'>2:18am thursday morning..... pam can u read this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-113189346741725123</id><published>2005-11-13T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:51:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired, tired, tired</title><content type='html'>it's only 10:47pm and i'm already drained of every single once of energy in me. been up since early in the morning completing my projects which are due this week. my hands are hurting from sewing pieces of plastic.. and well i guess i'm just too tired to continue now... maybe a few minutes and i'll get back to it again. haven't really had the time to write here.. but then again i was thinking of stopping this site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh presentations on wednesday, thursday and friday&lt;br /&gt;.... i hope i'm prepared for everything by then.... my prototype is yet to be painted and that MUST be done tomorrow...lighting has to be done soon also... hhmmm not to forg the REPORTS&lt;br /&gt;omg so much to do.. so little time.. curse my last minute ass..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-113189346741725123?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113189346741725123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=113189346741725123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/113189346741725123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/113189346741725123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/11/tired-tired-tired.html' title='tired, tired, tired'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-113128189587472749</id><published>2005-11-06T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:58:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people just don't want to understand...</title><content type='html'>so great...i've been sleepless the whole day.. and when i finally do feel tired enough to not stay awake any longer, i fall asleep...but hey, someone starts a row, a shouting fit. asking me to start explaining everything. i walk out, wondering what all the commotion is about, yelling continues. i try to explain myself, but there's not much point is there? no matter how much i try to explain my situation... time after time after time... the yelling continues. i raise my voice a little trying to get myself heard... still yelling... voice gets a bit louder again... then " EH YOU DON'T SHOUT AT ME AH.. WHY CAN'T YOU TALK TO ME?" thats when i start getting angry.. i've been trying to explain to you so many times.. but you don't want to listen... i figure out that staying there trying to explain whats going on to the other party is a lost cause. i give up talking and walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to go back to bed again...tired...physically and mentally drained. why bother askign me somethign when you don't even bother to listen. yelling continues to be heard. apparently still on the same topic, just a different target. few moments later..  i hear my name being mentioned again... i go out again try to explain once more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i can explain anything, blame and accusation on whose fault this comes charging at me. i try to say that, this isthe decision i have to make... there's not choice but to start building over again from another material... then that someone starts saying that i'm not doing work... thre's no effort put in.. again this is when i lose my sanity.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you say that i don't care about what i'm doing... how can you even think that i don't want to do it properly.. don't you think i feel troubled enough that for the past four days i could get nothing done.. and its not because  i don't want to do anything. you don't know how frustrating it is to WANT TO DO WORK.. but CAN'T DO IT. For the past FOUR days, i've felt helpless, but hey its the holidays. NO SHOP IS GONNA OPEN FOR YOU TO GET MATERIALS FROM THEM.. so i do what i can.. i do the only thing i can do, sit down and wait till monday so i can get the supplies i need to start over...its not like i have any other choice but to wait. i don't feel great about all this procrastination..but its unavoidable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i don't understand is, why can't you understand how i feel? why don't you bother to look at it form my point of view.. do you think that its wonderful feeling helpless? i already feel all the stress and pressure pushing me beyond my limits.. but i try to hang on... try my best to keep faith that i can finish this project on time.. but you don't understand that... you don't understsand that i feel stressed out enough now, in fact ..instead of making me feel better, you make me feel worse.... hell i don't even want you to make me feel better by saying anything, i just wish you could shut up and leave it be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day after day, you kill my enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;day after day, you take away what i feel proud off.&lt;br /&gt;day after day, you say words that that should remain unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if it pains you to see me happy. sometimes i wonder, maybe i've been doing eerything wrong, because nothing ever seems to measure up to you expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulls hair frustratedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-113128189587472749?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113128189587472749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=113128189587472749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/113128189587472749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/113128189587472749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-people-just-dont-want-to.html' title='some people just don&apos;t want to understand...'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112689966048447284</id><published>2005-09-17T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T03:41:02.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is what we have now really better???</title><content type='html'>hmmm... am gonna write a back dated event that i observed yesterday... well... thursday morning i woke up at 0845hrs and i realized i was late for the 9 am meeting in college... so i hopped into the shower and left my house at 0900hrs and reaching that at 0916hrs... which is pretty good time considering the fact that i drive a KANCIL from subang to cyber... so anyway... the bus was late so i sat there with 3 other classmates contemplating if i should eat my breakfast or not... and i finally decided that i was really hungry and couldn't take it anymore... so off i went to get my eggs,beans, sausages and bread...which was RM4 in lucct... then when i finally got my food... lecturer called me and said the bus was tehre... so i had like 4-5 minutes to wolf down everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infact.. i was still eating a sausage and a slice of toast when i boarded the bus... since i only got 2 hours of sleep the night before.. it wasn't long before i slipped into a unconcious state.. and only woke up when we arrived... SO NOW.. being a smoker.. i kinda walked out quick to have a smoke before going into the factory... and this was when someone really pissed me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was walking out the bus, one of the semester four student said something like 'sei fan cheong... mm sek tai lou geh ah!?' and i was pretty much sure he directed that at me..  being groggy from the lack of sleep.. i stopped in my tracks , looked at him.. and said.. 'excuse me.... what makes you think i don't understand chinese?' his face turned to a ligther shade and appologized to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf!! yeah your sorry would really make me feel better??? coming from a student that was IN THE SAME COURSE... who's like 2 years behind me semester wise.... where the f*ck is the respect? i remember a time when juniors respected seniors and we seniors were VERY VERY helpful to the juniors.. and he called me a FAN CHEONG... knnbccb!! I should have just exploded in his face and went 'wei...malai yan mm sek teng kong tong wah ar??' i would have loved to see his face then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO anyway..what i really wanted to write abt was... see i was visiting a plastic manufacturing factory... and yeah it had really cool injection moulding and blow moulding machinery.. the world is really advance now.. everything becoming more efficient and cost effective.. but what makes me wonder is ... is what we have now really better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everything now being computerised and handled by machinery.. the need for manpower is cut down by alot. but we still need manual labour for smaller stuff like cutting off sprues and stuff (sprues is a term for one of the plastic manufacturing thingy). anyway .. i just feel that as we become more industrialised , we're losing that humane touch.. giving jobs that used to belong to people, to be done by robots and machinery. Some how i feel sad abt this.. but at the same time i'm also amazed on advancement of the industrial world these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand.. we're taking jobs away from people and lettign machinese do it.. which would mean that things would be made faster at a cheaper cost.. making the products churned out by the machines WAY cheaper.. and people form the lower income bracket would be able to buy them.. as compared to making products using labour which would incur more cost and later on boost the selling price upwards..thus rendering it incapable for the lower income levels to posses the product.. now i wonder which is better.. hmmm i'm confused... i don't think many people read this blog anyway... so i suppose i won't be able to get much opinions from people :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112689966048447284?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112689966048447284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112689966048447284' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112689966048447284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112689966048447284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-what-we-have-now-really-better.html' title='is what we have now really better???'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112643681169471601</id><published>2005-09-11T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:06:51.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at times like these.....</title><content type='html'>so here i am sitting in the chair with the girl that i could never imagine how i could get by without for so long. In fact she's actually reading whatever i'm typing at this very moment indeed. She was supposed to come over to teach me about accounts stuff (in her words)..but i guess we just got distracted... or something... go figure.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayi think she's like the sweetest scented girl that i've ever smelt. (and she's asking me how many girls i've smelt before.., what you go around smelling girls one ah!?)&lt;---- her exact words okay.... hehehehhe so i guess this entry isn't just written by a single author but by two.... and i shall introduce her as ms...EVIL? hehhehe... she giggles in the sweetest way.. okay i know people out there is getting SICK of the way i'm talking now... BUT HAH! jealous issit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on to more serious issues.. I mean i feeling like the luckiest guy alive now ..but still... there's a thorn in my seat or someting.... I mean.. i trust that she's broken up with her ex.. and all but honestly... what's he trying to do in the first place..? so she's asked me to take her down to tmn tun to get to some headquarters which i can't really remmeber at the time of writing this.. but.. next thing i knew she gets a phone call from Mr. X (hahah super cool name eh...well if u say so lar) I mean come on man.. i'm a guy too all right.. and i don't think it takes a freaking genious the figure out that he's got other ulterior motives abt calling herlike what 2-3 times today? and turns out that he dropped by her house to pass her dad some registration forms... So Mr. X ... can't get thru her so you're going thru the parents?? bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like its not like i can do anything anyway.. right? after all who am i to have a say in this issue of what goes on between u and ms evil now? i don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final words from me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i don't end up feeling like the third party..or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.. THAT SAID.... NOW U GUYS GONNA GET REALLY JEALOUS WHEN U SEE THIS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/msevilandsteelrage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/msevilandsteelrage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112643681169471601?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112643681169471601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112643681169471601' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112643681169471601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112643681169471601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/09/at-times-like-these.html' title='at times like these.....'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112545318376633411</id><published>2005-08-31T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:53:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy and grumpy, and woke up on the wrong side of the bed</title><content type='html'>So, i slept at like form 6pm till 12 am last night then i couldn't sleep no more.. its now 9am on Malaysia's National Day, and i guess i would like to wish everyone Happy Merdeka. I was bored so i decided to browse through some blogs, and came across a post but &lt;a href="http://www.shaolintiger.com"&gt;shaolintiger&lt;/a&gt; , which led to another post of which he was replying to.. i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have much to say but, MAN I DON'T EVEN GO TO PETALING STREET!.. and .. what the heck.. if you wanna eat good food why eat at a restaurant? haven't u heard that the best secrets are always well kept? do you really think that restaurants are gonna really have the best food around? the only reason i go to petaling street, is to makan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one more thing.. yellow fire hydrant, and about them being painted after they're put into the ground ? ITS SOMETHING CALLED MANTAINANCE ... guess u didn't know that things deteriorate after a while rite? you expect them to change something that works perfectly just because the paint faded? Are you gonna change a phone because u scratched its cover? (but then again since you're a rich person, perhaps you'de think that a scratch on a phone is gonna affect the reception ..or something.. god knows what goes thru your minds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the only reason why i think that you complain so much is because , u came here fully loaded with expectations and cash... and well since you look rather WELL OFF, thats the reason why  i think you didn't find what you're looking for. But how come sometimes backpackers discover the best of everything? hmm.. think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112545318376633411?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112545318376633411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112545318376633411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112545318376633411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112545318376633411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/08/sleepy-and-grumpy-and-woke-up-on-wrong.html' title='Sleepy and grumpy, and woke up on the wrong side of the bed'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112499119231349720</id><published>2005-08-26T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:33:12.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short short entry</title><content type='html'>as the title says, this is gonna be a really short entry. i guess i'm a little grumpy this morning. I'm just quite sick with everything. Who the fuck do I have prove myself to anyway? Honestly I'm sick of trying to live up to your expectations. WHICH CAN NEVER SEEM TO BE MET! argh... i tell you what i'm gonna do.. i'm gonna give up on you.. from now on.. i'm just gonna do things for myself, to please me. its high time that i actually paid ATTENTION to MYSELF.. meeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112499119231349720?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112499119231349720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112499119231349720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112499119231349720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112499119231349720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/08/short-short-entry.html' title='short short entry'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112375893032614838</id><published>2005-08-11T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:15:30.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of days when the future don't seem to brigth...</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning ( welll not exatly morning.. my classmate called me at 11:30 but i feel asleep again and woke up at 1pm), feeling sort of cranky. i suppose the haze contributed to that. Anyway again... i woke up pretty late and rushed to get my ass to college.. Took a shower.. jumped out dried myself.. but my hair was still to wet to put any wax on it.. so i didn't bother much abt it.. went to the wardrobe .. picked out my slacks and a blue shirt and grabbed my coat. Apparently, a lecturer wanted my classmates and I to dress up formally for the PM's visit to college. So hopped in my car.. topped up the petrol level.. and well.. did my hair while i stopped at a traffic light.. haha i think the cars around me were wondering what the heck was i doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was driving.. and what lay ahead of me scared the shit out of me.. I could see.. nothing. Okay okay thats an exxageration of the situation..but i was scared nonetheless... It felt like i was driving into the unknown.. to boldly go where i can't see that clearly.. IT even felt weirder on my WAY BACK from college. Because i couldn't see that well that more often then not i thought i was on the wrong road or dring towards somewhere else and not subang... freaky i tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. got nothing fruitful to tlk abt anymore.. so... hmm.. later.. i'm thinking of what to cook tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112375893032614838?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112375893032614838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112375893032614838' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112375893032614838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112375893032614838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-days-when-future-dont-seem-to.html' title='of days when the future don&apos;t seem to brigth...'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112340562539902546</id><published>2005-08-07T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T17:10:04.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dree's first food blog entry...</title><content type='html'>so i woke up at about 1pm this afternoon after the heavy drinking at the Leo Party at Asia Cafe. I was pretty hammered.. didn't feel well so i drove home and went to bed at about 3am.. so i woke up, had a cigarette then headed downstairs to get some liquid into my system, and what did i find!! 2 slabs of Australian topside on the kitchen counter.. HMmmm!!! such luck!! just the thing i need to refuel myself for the day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opened mom's cookbook and read up on how to roast beef in the oven. couldn't find any proper instruction so i decided to wing it. Only marinated the beef with salt and pepper and chucked in some honey for some sweetness. preheated the oven with a pie tin in it (yes i have 2 proper ovens at home...). after the pie tin was quite warm.. i melted some butter in it. (this is done so that your beef won't stick to the pan ok!) i cut some slits in the beef so that i could have more 'juice' which i'll be using to make the sauce later on :D.. (saw it in &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shaolintiger.com"&gt;shaolintiger's&lt;/a&gt; blog so i copy abit lar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't know what temperature to heat the ove too.. so i i tried 175 degrees.. but i think i should go abt higher nexttime .. i think i did abt 10 minutes on each side.. but i can't remember coz i took it out and put it back in .. a few times... anyway the beef was about medium rare ..but it was kinda tough.. and i don't really have proper steak knives to cut it at home.. lol.. so i decided to cut it into slices.. this is how it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks almost like stir-fry beef. haha .. forgive me its my first time roasting beef. the sauce i basically used whatever that was at the bottom of the pie tin.. put in a pot of water.. and well i did it to taste slowly... added some butter to make it richer... some chicken stock (cudn't find any beef stock in the fridge..) thickened with some flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother made some mash potatoes.. and coleslaw ( initially i wanted to make baked potatoes ..but he'd already chucked the potatoes into a pot to boil 'em) and some stir fry brocoly and long beans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how everything looked after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL forgive me for the poor photography.. but hey at least the meal was good.. and good thing i sliced the beef, because ended up.. even my parents wanted to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy.. now i'm all charged up for today...wooot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112340562539902546?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112340562539902546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112340562539902546' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112340562539902546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112340562539902546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/08/drees-first-food-blog-entry.html' title='dree&apos;s first food blog entry...'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112269585892430612</id><published>2005-07-30T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:57:38.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11:05am Saturday morning</title><content type='html'>sitting here reading &lt;a href="http://www.shaolintiger.com/"&gt;shaolintiger's blog&lt;/a&gt; then a message from who else but The Great Faggot read 'Yes badminton please at 2pm'. i guess i've got my afternoon slot planned for something eh? anyway, my body is doing it again! i sleep at night by 9-10pm... then i wake up at 3-4 am !!! argh i hate it.. i thought i got things sorted since i started sleeping at normal hours a few days ago. but noooooo.. i had the smart i dea of playing dota last night and see what happens?? DOTA SUCKS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up at 2 somethign this morning, and considering the fact that my astro bill has not been payed, therefor NO ASTRO .. i had nothign to do.. so i watch xXx the next level for a while. finished that.. then played MORE dota.... got bored of it.. watch miss congeniality 2 ..finished that and well.. i'm online now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days was spent on thinking about... hmm i'm not sure., so many things.... i got bored off staying at home all day, i walked out of my room and saw my roadbike sitting there with flat tires. so i decided to like pump some air in to the tires and take it out for a spin. First thing that came to my mind was... "wow.. do i still remember how to ride this thingy?" but as soon as i got on it it was fine.. a little wobbly and shaky ( a road bike does that you know, narror handlebars, skinner tires...steep head tube angle) left my house at like 6pm... and at 6:15pm.. i was panting.. haha.. cigarettes suck. couldn't even do a stand sprint for more then 5 minutes ... got off my bike to go get a drink.. and the moment i got off i felt a head rush.. and i think the store cashier was probably wondering why i looked so pale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to go like 'lepak' at the fields around my area... started off at Usj 11... sat on me bike looking at kids play soccer.. and i was wondering why is it that kids gave up playing on the FIELD and started playing soccer in the badminton court.. bah... maybe they lazy to run so far kut.. dunno... after that i proceeded to usj 5... watched kids playing soccer again... then i cycled around the park abit.. then saw this chick sitting on the bench.. could have been someone's older sister or some baby's mom.. but what do i care?? she looked hotttttt... i think i should cycle around usj 5 more next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the park in usj 5 then went back to usj 9, sat down on the bench.. and some old chinese dude walked by and set on the bench on my left.. the doode was looking at me and my bike.. then i had nothign to do.. i tried to lift my road bike with 2 fingers.. and i think i saw an amused expression on his face.. hehe.. "yes uncle.. this bike all aluminum .. double butted nd also got a carbon fibre fork".. i wish i said that but i had no balls ... hehe .. after a while i headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't felt this happy in ages. taking my bike out for a ride was all i needed to clear my mind. watching kids having fun playing with smiles on their faces even made me feel better. the only downside is.. i now have a SORE ASS... my fkkn butt hurts everytime i sit on a hard surface now... stupid Selle Italia seat wih TITANIUM seat rails.. fkkn hard ah!!! ... maybe i should rebuild my free-ride bike and take it for a spin nexttime.. i'm sure my butt would enjoy the softer seat and the rock shox judy suspension i have on it.. been a long time since i jumped a drain or two , pull a wheelie or bunny hopped also i wonder if i remember how to jump a bike anymore. I miss my cycling buddies, who's all gone off... to Nz , Australia even Germany... don't think you guys read me.. but for the sake of good memmories... i'll post some pics of the gang that used to be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeahhh those where the days when i used to wear camo shorts :P)&lt;br /&gt;and the dude inthe black shirt is NUTTS I TELL YOU.. he frigging does jumps on a GT avalance with a friggin RIGID fork..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/jump0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/jump0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/comparison1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/IMAG01681.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/IMAG0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112269585892430612?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112269585892430612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112269585892430612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112269585892430612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112269585892430612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/1105am-saturday-morning.html' title='11:05am Saturday morning'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112249774114124407</id><published>2005-07-28T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T04:55:41.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoyed!!!</title><content type='html'>so i woke up at 10am today.. i kinda only noticed that my registration at college was today instead of thursday like really late the night before.. to make things worse..  what woke me up was shouts from my mom.. hehe ... she was scolding my nephew about something ... NOONE likes to be woken up by loud hollars RIGHT? so ok that was the beginning of a crappy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had my shower and did my daily morning rituals in the loo, walked down.. and suddenly my mom started screaming at me.. hahaha how fun. nvm that.. but what kinda annoyed me was when she mentioned something about me incapable of handling my studies and how i was wasting alot of time.  i get really annoyed when i'm accused of wasting time when i should be doing work. i mean , just coz i'm behind closed doors doesn't mean i'm asleep, when in actual fact i'm staying up all night probably facing the darned computer screen trying to do my cad or etc. ok so nvm.. small matter.. she probably didn't know ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so left home at about 11am, feeling crappy as it is.. stopped by the petrol station ... fueled up. then off i went.. reached cyberjaya abt 20 minutes later.. and headed up to check my results.. which was a suprise.. coz the subject which i was expecting to get REALLY bad marks for.. turned out to be the opposite... so after filling up the forms i went to que up for payment ... yeah limkokwing has a really screwed up way of registration whereby they try to get as much work done in the least possible time without the consideration of how irritating it is for students to like like up for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i stood in line.. and two indian girls chatted away behind me... which ANNOYED ME to hell coz one of them got a call from her boyfriend (i assume) and she was tlaking to him in the luvy dovey talk IN BROKEN FRIGGIN ENGLISH.. like saying "you have no right on me" (in a teasing way) ...(HOI ITS YOU"VE GOT NO RIGHT OVER ME.. NOT ON ME!!!) ...  a chinese girl was  standing in front of me... i was hoping it was a hot chick.. but my my was i let down... HAHA... anyway a friend of hers poped by as well.. and chit chat they did... then while i was just standing behind her.. i peaked at her Course Advising Form (some form all students are supposed to fill up with the name of modules and what not) ... so i noticed that in the YEAR OF ENTRY COLUMN.. (were you're supposed to fill p YEAR AND MONTH OF ENTRY TO COLLEGE) she filled up o71986 !! and i was like.. WHOAAAA july 1986... and ... HEY she must have filled in her month and year of BIRTH... probably thinking it was YEAR OF ENTRY TO PLANET EARTH or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was her turn at the counter.. (i'm still behind her.. can see the forms and all) then she produced the offer letter from limkokwing.. and on it, something like this was printed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STRAIGHT A's in SPM: FULL SCHOLARSHIP FOR DIPLOMA IN GRAPHIC DESIGN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTF... NOT BAD AT ALL.... obtain a scholarship for having straight A's and YET STILL FILL IN YOUR B.O.D in the year of entry column.. BEST!!~! maybe thats why i'm not under scholarship.. coz i know how to fill in the forms... bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a crappy mood...i'm a mean mean boy&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112249774114124407?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112249774114124407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112249774114124407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112249774114124407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112249774114124407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/annoyed.html' title='annoyed!!!'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112178963785721671</id><published>2005-07-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:13:57.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pwahh.. heavy dinner ..</title><content type='html'>yeap.. its 0006 hrs, and i've just reached home (reached home earlier if you wanna count the time i spent on the throne..) HAD LIKE A SUPER DINNER TODAY with KY, Sotong, Suanie, Horny, Galvin Tan, ST, Kim, Terenceg and the lovely Saint and of course chas(dunno how to spell his name leh!) and was later on joined by Nurul and a friend . dinner was at a restaurant over in kepong. so sorry i don't have pictures but i assume terenceg would have some up i guess. anywya the dinner coincided with chas's birthday and also #mamak on dalNet's 10 years birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its been a pretty much uneventful week for me. just counting down my holidays as it goes by. been building the bench cum cabinet for Studio 78 in Asia cafe.. so thats pretty much what i've been up to. also am currently missing my notebook as its' at the shop changing me lcd screen coz there's a line on it (manufacturing defect i suppose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been meaning to write something abt mamaks' coz of something I saw on edisi siasat on NTV 7 (nope.. don't normally watch local  TV.. but KY's PLACE GOT NO ASTRO....)... anyway.. running out of words to say already... chiao first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112178963785721671?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112178963785721671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112178963785721671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112178963785721671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112178963785721671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/pwahh-heavy-dinner.html' title='pwahh.. heavy dinner ..'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112112819329018000</id><published>2005-07-12T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:29:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some thinking needed indeed</title><content type='html'>i may need some help in these matters here. see i came home from Horus (cybercafe in ss2) where i was dota-ing with `smacker, i reached home at about 0630 - 0700hrs. i reached home, unscrewed my left car speaker to glue back the surrounds as it was peeling off, then lay down to watch some telly. as usual i switched over to the discovery channel (i'm awfully addicted to that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what was on was a show called 'the wright stuff' a story about some american dude trying to recreate and build a replica of the wright brothers airplane ...can't recall if it was called kittie hawk or if kittie hawk was the place it first flew. so i observed the craftmenship that went into building the plane... and of course it was build out of my favourite material ,wood.  it was really beautiful, not plain beautiful..but probably somewhat orgasmic to look a the outcome of it. YES i'm weird in that way. i appreaciate finely crafted things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, this weird thought occured in my mind. what if i gave up designing. stop it all. never take up a job being a guy with 'adry azad alauddin  - industrial designer' written on his name card? what if i just walked away from this field i have been studying for the past 4 years ? maybe i chose the wrong filed to study, but then again even from a young age i've always wanted to be somesort of a builder. so the big question is... what if i traded being an industrial designer, and just became a craftsmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not have the exact skill or experience to be one yet, but there's definately alot more i can learn from my father, of whom i respect very much for this meticulous attention to detail, for he, i view truly as a craftsperson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i don't know if being a craftsman would work in the day and age we live in today. i don't know if people still valued the way things look when its been made well. will i be able to make enough money to support those whom are dearest to me? it just seem tat people these day have lost all appreciation for things like that, everyone wants cheap stuff. but at the same time complain about it being crappy in quality. look at all the reviews malaysian products are getting anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes i'm left in a dillemma now. i love working with wood, though my skills SHOULD be sharpened alot. in fact, oddly enough whenever i do any sort of woodwork, i feel peace, even when sanding something down i feel as if i'm gently craddling a baby in my arms.  hmm i think i've strayed a little fro the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so should i give up industrial design and concentrate on learning more about wood and end up being a craftsman (i hope?). or should i continue my studies and pursue a career in industrial design, and later on maybe do my masters specializing in furniture design (MFA i think its called)  ? suddenly the song by 'Bone Thugs and Harmony - Crossroads'  is playing in my mind.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112112819329018000?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112112819329018000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112112819329018000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112112819329018000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112112819329018000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-thinking-needed-indeed.html' title='some thinking needed indeed'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112104625485963354</id><published>2005-07-11T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:44:14.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>definition of dree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;efinition of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yeah, i'm on holidays now... and what do people do normally when they have too much time? well i don't know.. but i, well i think. i think of all the weirdest things on eather and how weird i am too. so a few days back i was watching this show on channel 11 ( discovery : travel and adventure &lt;-- i think thats what's its called). anyway, they were showing something regarding the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;las vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; bike week. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;so there i sat (lay) watching it… and admired the beautiful bikes and stuff. Then after that there was RIDES on channel 50. and well if you don’t watch Discovery Rides, ts a show about custom hotrods… and everytime I watch it I DROOL with envy. So i began reflecting&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;on why is it that i love cars or bikes that look like that so much. i kept on wondering.. and suddenly i realized that most of the things i fancy are older looking stuff, not ony those that look old, but the stuff that are just plain OLD. for example, i would like to own a Toyota Celica 1978.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/lov_084_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/lov_084_11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;celica 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay maybe it doesn't look to great! but i love it okay. but that's not the only old thingy i like, i also happen to like OLD SCHOOL seiko kinetik watches. and i only have one, which my dad bought probably in the early or late 70s. i also like old school cameras, like a Bronica S2, which is a camera my grandfather owned (which somehow managed to be misplaced by someone in the family) and for some weird reason i seem to value black and white photographs more the coloured ones.  i also listen to old school music, those by stevie wonder, the black crowes, rolling stones and bands from that era. quite weird for a guy born in the year 1983. i just wonder why is it that i feel this way. i some how feel things that were made in the early days have a 'rounder' apprearance, soft in some ways. it just seem to look friendlier, and things designed these days seem to be so... edgy, boxy .. ah i think i've lost myself here.. yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;so the whole point is, maybe i could take example from these old school designs, maybe i could apply it to my own design, maybe i could make it my style because for the past 4 years, i've been trying to look for a design style that scread BY ADRY AZAD, but i just couldn't find any. ... just maybe i can.. :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112104625485963354?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112104625485963354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112104625485963354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112104625485963354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112104625485963354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/definition-of-dree.html' title='definition of dree'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112070348451996371</id><published>2005-07-07T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:31:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really think its that easy?</title><content type='html'>was reading through &lt;a href="http://paultan.org/"&gt;paul tan's&lt;/a&gt; blog then i came across this comment on his blog regarding the malaysian cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol id="commentlist"&gt; &lt;li id="comment-7144"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Y.A.C.C = Yet anoher Cloned car? .. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;enough laa.. there’s so many TIPU OLANG BOLO punya keleta laa.. How long we r malaysian gonna be like this. = foolish!.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Daihatsu owned Perodua since last year.. (and actually i dont think it’s okay with the nae PErusahaan Automobil kedua YET!.. perusahaan automobil KLON is okay la.. dont put it like malaysian company la.. buat malu saja.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haiya.. stupit.. really stupid.. malu aku jadi maraysian… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Comment by savvo — 5/7/2005 @ &lt;a href="http://paultan.org/archives/2005/07/05/toyota-vitz/#comment-7144"&gt;5:54 pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; _____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but i often feel annoyed when someone complains about a cars' design, maybe i feel so because i'm a designer myself. the Myvi looks like the toyta vitz .. and so on and so forth. but hats a CURRENT trend in the automotive industry, so i'm not suprised the cars look generic... and on the topic of Perodua producing DAIHATSU models... it's not as if WE'RE copying their designs... we're LICENCED to produce them. so whats all this nonsense about cloning? i agree that our car industry has still got a long way to go in designing and producing cars that are up to par with the other foreign car manufacturers, but what the local car manufacturers are doing is definately a step in the right direction. bare in mind, buiding a new car need a whole lot of R&amp;D ..  its not like cars are just welded in a day and put on the market tomorrow. it takes thousands of hours fine tuning and what not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so that said... now.. i do have gripes about the locally produced car.. not design wise but ..quality wise. i recall stepping into a proton showroom a few weeks ago when the Savvy was released. i was eager to see Proton's new offering. first impression of the overal looks, hmm not so fantastic.. maybe it just isn't to my liking.. after all design IS subjective. but the defining moment was when i opened the car door. the first thing i noticed was the plastic-ish looking door trim. i was utterly turned off and close the door and walked off. btw. i'm still driving the first generation Perodua Kancils.. sure i hate it , with the lacking of proper door trims, plastic dashboard, instrument panels that are ALMOST not visible at night.. and stuff.. but we malaysians want everythign for rock bottom price.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;oi peng, oi leng, oi cheng.... mo ho lang tai lou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway... just my two cents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112070348451996371?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112070348451996371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112070348451996371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112070348451996371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112070348451996371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/really-think-its-that-easy.html' title='really think its that easy?'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112068565359861378</id><published>2005-07-07T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T05:43:57.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long lost story</title><content type='html'>what follows is a story that happened probably a couple of years back.. nonetheless, it definately brought us closer :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/fakeplan11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/fakeplan11.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KY's gif is stil the PWN ... mine still sucks .. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how, the story of the Sprinter, Hurdler and the Joker came about.... heh&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/9127022-112068565359861378?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112068565359861378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112068565359861378' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112068565359861378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112068565359861378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-lost-story.html' title='a long lost story'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112050773006323662</id><published>2005-07-05T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T04:08:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=5636" alt="I am going to die at 71. When are you? Click here to find out!" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112050773006323662?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112050773006323662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112050773006323662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112050773006323662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112050773006323662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow.html' title='wow..'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112050582036376588</id><published>2005-07-05T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T03:37:00.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>venting some anger</title><content type='html'>i know.. unable to play dota PERFECTLY on battlenet is such a small reason to be pissed off at Streamyx. but damn its so annoying, for one, i've been lagging out of games for frequently in the past 2 days, my nick which had a good reputation until now, has gone down the drain. its so frustrating when you've played for about 20 minutes and gathered so much gold and when you want to buy something, you lag out. so WHAT IS UP with streamyx. whats with this shoddy service, i know i didn't do any reaserch on what their problems are lately but still! you can spend so much money making tv ads d trying to advertise that everything is within reach with tm net, but still i can't even enjo 2-3 hours playing dota on battlenet !!!! what the fuck is wrong with you!!! if you're going to fucking monopolise the frigging market can you PLEASE like give me good service? SHEESH ... see... i'm so frustrated that i've even broke my rule on NOT SWEARING nd using MINIMAL UPPER CASE alphabets. ARGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112050582036376588?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112050582036376588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112050582036376588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112050582036376588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112050582036376588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/venting-some-anger.html' title='venting some anger'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112042729287345481</id><published>2005-07-04T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T05:48:12.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what is a designer</title><content type='html'>ever since i started doing industrial design, many people has aked me what is design and what is industrial design... why FA just asked me what i was doing over dinner earlier today (or should i say yesterday)  and when i said i doing my degree in industrial design, she went oh designing  tables, chairs and cabinets? so i went on explaining that we did much more then just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was watching channel v up till a few minutes ago and it was showing some program about fashion and stuff, and it got me thinking, i'm pretty clear on what is design.. but what is a designer? hmm that question started to puzzle me. so now i try to piece together what my perception of a designer is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically IMHO i think that a designer is basically just another person like you and I,,, who well just take the time to concentrate on little things that people more often than not just don't spare any econd thoughts about. has anyone actually took the time to even wonder about the small thngs such as how the box of a pack of Dunhill 20s ( or any other cigarette for that matter) accomodates exactly 20 cigarettes snuggly ? or how cellphones these days fit right in your palm without any pointy edges that poke you while using it. or even how the paperclip, though so simplistic in form serves its purpose almost perfectly? so if my taht is my understanding of a designer, then who can be a designer? hmmm well i believe anyone can. doens't matter if you have crappy sketches ( like i do )  or how creatively challenged you may think you are. i just feel that as long as someone take the time and studies his subject and putting what he/she thinks is best  into it, that would make a great design. after all, all the proffesions out that is about putting time and dedicating yourself into doing something right anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once told me that (not his exact words but my understanding of what he said), a table will always be a table in its form, and the form cannot be very different anyway, but what differentiates a designed table from any other table is, the ammount of detailing that is put into it, whether from the aesthetics point of view or functionality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, conclusion? what makes a table better = the ammount of detailing that's put into it... and well detailing = time.. therefor i would summeries a designer as , a person who puts effort and time into improving something no matter how miniscule the change or improvement maybe, up to a point that the designer is actually trying to be a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm reading what i just wrote .. suddenly it doesnt seem to make sense anymore.. but what the heck.. it sounded brilliant when i was thinking it over in my mind.  anyway, that piece of advice has really altered my views on how i view designing now. I remember at the beginning of the furniture design project, i was often frustrated with my sketches and ideas, and i kep complaining to my fellow classmates on how my sketch of a table look pretty but it still looked like a god damned table...  but now i realize that , its much more then trying to create something unique, or fancy, its about trying to make an improvement that in the end the user would appreciate it, withot even knowing, that there was an improvement made to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112042729287345481?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112042729287345481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112042729287345481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112042729287345481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112042729287345481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-what-is-designer.html' title='so what is a designer'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112035741792252413</id><published>2005-07-03T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:24:29.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ze england test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intermediate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; You scored 92% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 73% Advanced,  and 73% Expert! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good understanding of beginner and intermediate level&lt;br /&gt;commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of the beginner&lt;br /&gt;and intermediate level questions correct. This is a &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; score. Remember, these are &lt;i&gt;commonly confused&lt;/i&gt; English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got a respectable score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="54"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="96"&gt;&lt;a 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test'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112035065122931509</id><published>2005-07-03T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T08:30:51.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help me i'm addicted</title><content type='html'>someone please feed my addiction, lately i've been addicted to this thing. and i think i can't get myself off it. its bad... really bad. i once thought i would just try it for the fun of it, but now i do it almost everyday.... everynight.... every moment that i have freetime. its cost me a great deal of cash and i'm afraid i can't jsut stop here.. someone please ..cure me of my addiction for DOTA ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112035065122931509?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112035065122931509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112035065122931509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112035065122931509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112035065122931509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/help-me-im-addicted.html' title='help me i&apos;m addicted'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112024464024875173</id><published>2005-07-02T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:04:00.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>having nothing to look forward to sucks</title><content type='html'>well i woke up this morning (ahemm... afternoon..) and lazed in bed trying to figure out what to do. i don't think i've felt this way before, well if i did, it hasn't in the past 5 months during the semester. so i lay there thinking of what to do, and it struck me, i'm so bored because i have nothign to look forward to! in an odd way you might label me as a workaholic. all of a sudden i wished i had something to design, somethign to build, when during the past few months all i craved for was a break, ... a holiday, ... sometime away from deadlines and submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight, i did a weird thing. i went over to asia cafe and asked my friend what he wanted built for his outlet. and YAY he needed a 'storage cum bench' to store the shoes he sells. i'm overjoyed by this.. especially when i have the chance of getting dirty and building something. hopefully i can get started on this project by monday. besides that, i also plan to have a wood steaming enclosure built so i can explore further with the techniques of woodworking. i can't hardly wait.  also have been meaning to build this table i saw that was made from bent tubular steel, the twist would be building it out of bent wood.. perhaps i could post the pictures here once i made the wood steaming contraption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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son it was my turn to go in to the studio and face Micheal English and Mr. Isradzi for my presentation. Micheal was pretty much a nice guy, and mad me feel REALLY SHORT, dude is probably almost as tall as &lt;a href="shaolintiger.com"&gt;Shaolintiger&lt;/a&gt; and looked even more like a giant sitting on the chair. Anyway he gave me some good comments and also raised some issues as i believe he has background in the furniture industry as well. I was in there for about 15 minutes or so.. then i went out.. feeling happy.. and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few moments later.. some dude that came back from UK dropped by to say hi to his friends.. and thats when i actually got pissed off.. not at him. but at the fact that he's studying the same course in UK. The university that i wanted to go to. So yes i felt very sad and quite grudgeful. I mean why is it that he gets to go and i don't ? Whilst 60% ( quote from some email i got yesterday) of the students overseas are MALAYS, i didn't get to go.. even tho i'm also bumiputra? I try very hard to be thankful that i can do my degree here, but i don't know its still very hard for me to accept the fact that i'm not there.  oh well i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went into the class again fora photoshoot with the rest of the classmates, we ad a little talk with Michael again, then they left and i went out for a cigarette, and the Frank Sinatra's My Way was playing on the campus radio.. quite odd.. but somehow it felt soothing listening to it.. after all i've been thru this semester.. and stuff... just felt like a free person with not as much burdens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll i don't know what else to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh ky.. i wanna help .. gimme somethign to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-112020213905711114?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112020213905711114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112020213905711114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112020213905711114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112020213905711114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-30th-june-2005.html' title='after the 30th June 2005'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-112006990016845305</id><published>2005-06-30T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T02:31:40.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Looks better..??</title><content type='html'>in the quest of finding out what to wear in about 7 hours for presentation... i took some pics to document this..  have fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark blue shirt... ala mafia :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark blue also.. damn i hate my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same shirt.. different pose.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Evening ... I'm Father Dree... come my child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was just a piece of paper i stuck on.. hope noone takes offense.. HAHA&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/9127022-112006990016845305?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112006990016845305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=112006990016845305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112006990016845305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/112006990016845305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-looks-better.html' title='Which Looks better..??'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-111980848908145686</id><published>2005-06-27T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T01:54:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an hour fourty nine minutes past twelve</title><content type='html'>so its an hour and fourty nine minutes past twelve on the 27th June 2005. how do i feel being twenty-two? well doesn't anyone feel any older when their birthday comes (i'm not exactly twenty two yet.. not until 830 something in the morning ). as usual an uneventful day such as the years gone by. kinda start to love this peace and quiet i get on this date. :D ... thanks jason for wishing me ya... not like you read this.. hehe.. so i'm back from Asia Cafe and a quick yum char session at darulsalam with &lt;a href="http://blog.galvintan.com"&gt;Galvin Tan&lt;/a&gt; and Jack. Long day ahead, with reports to write and scaled models to build, all in preparation for D-day @ 28th - 29th June. wish me all the best.. first time doing a presentation to a Gwai Lou.. i'm actually worried that a fake australian accent will surface on that day... pray for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.galvintan.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-111980848908145686?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/111980848908145686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=111980848908145686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111980848908145686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111980848908145686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/06/hour-fourty-nine-minutes-past-twelve.html' title='an hour fourty nine minutes past twelve'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-111977503817112721</id><published>2005-06-26T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:37:20.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of love  or what ??</title><content type='html'>today i sat down reflecting on how i felt about my work. i it brought me back to a time when i was still pretty 'fresh' in design. i just wonder how much i've changed, and how misguided i've became throughout the years. there was a time that i was very excited to design, eager to get things moving, open to fresh ideas and styles, but what has happened since then. doesn't take a wise guy to notice the change in my work too. the shapes and forms i draw out has become to rigid, unimaginative in some way. maybe i've lost the sense of adventure or something... i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i believe that the more you do something, the more you learn, the more you need to forget. go back to square one and relearn wha you have got so far. maybe it has somethign to do with finding your roots again. i feel that the further ahead i move ahead absorbed i become in trying to be better to the extent of loosing my individuality. whats the point of doing design if one loses his sense of uniqueness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will find myself again, rediscover this passion to create or something.. hopefully in the coming three weeks break i can do that. see the difference for yourself... pics of my previous and current work below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/pd_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/pd_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;exo-skeleton, designed by azad, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/pd_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/pd_003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exo-skeleton, designed by azad, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/tablea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/tablea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;warisan, designed by azad, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/9127022-111977503817112721?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/111977503817112721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=111977503817112721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111977503817112721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111977503817112721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/06/out-of-love-or-what.html' title='out of love  or what ??'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-111971031674098761</id><published>2005-06-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:38:36.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me? calm ? hell no!!!</title><content type='html'>well its been ages since i wrote a proper post.. hey in fact its been like months... i think noone even comes here anymore since i've been inactive for quite sometim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, there's this thing that i find pretty weird. my classmates of product design semester 07 have this odd perception that i'm like a super calm guy eventhough submission deadlines are creeping closer and closer. but hey? me @ the cowboy, the farmer, steelrage CALM? hell no. i just don't see the point in fussing around work that cannot be finished or projects gone awry to people in my own class.... therefore i'm always calm when accepting SHOCKING news on new submission dates. and since my classmates have this thought that i'm probably calm because i've FINISHED all my work, they tend to ask me for help to do theirs. why, just the other day a dude came over my place to asking me for help in de-bugging his flash assignment. so i did, and after that i had to spend time drilling another classmates prototype. and i tell you... drilling through stainless steel is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little did they know that things on my side are also going wrong. whats gone wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, accidentally sanded MY BEAUTIFUL stained NYATOH table top.. and from looking NEW and elegant.. it looked like it was some piece of 20 year old wood. so i (by I, i mean me and my DAD ) had to sand down the wood stain to bare wood and start over again.. pictures below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/blogd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/blogd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table before sanding....$%^&amp;*^%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/bloga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/bloga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*note* thats my nephew there looking like a gorilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/blog1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after my mistake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/1600/blogb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/651/320/blogb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ARGHhhh looks more like cheapo wood then Nyatoh!!!  @#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so anyway, its all goode now and i just applied the second layer of woodstain... perhaps tomorroi can put the satin varnish on.. hope i can do it all on time. and my fellow classmates (if you're reading this) it's not that i don't like helping... i really do.. just hope you don't get thrown off by my calm facade in class.. i really don't like to grumble about workload to you guys. (no offense meant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats about it for this post.. i'm looking forward to getting my own hosting and domain name..  shaolintiger.... u got lobang for this or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-111971031674098761?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/111971031674098761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=111971031674098761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111971031674098761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111971031674098761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-calm-hell-no.html' title='me? calm ? hell no!!!'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-111944961480694323</id><published>2005-06-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:13:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL UPDATE THIS SOON i PROMISE</title><content type='html'>Sorry lah people, really had no time updating this.. but i REALLY PROMISE soon.. uhmm as soon as someone tell me where i get get hosting... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-111944961480694323?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/111944961480694323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=111944961480694323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111944961480694323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111944961480694323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-will-update-this-soon-i-promise.html' title='I WILL UPDATE THIS SOON i PROMISE'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-111869289995265141</id><published>2005-06-14T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T04:01:39.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SITE DYING</title><content type='html'>hmm my blog has been put currently on hold till further notice.. will update and revamp later when i have the free time.. so sorry.. but i don't think anyone reads this anyway :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-111869289995265141?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/111869289995265141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=111869289995265141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111869289995265141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111869289995265141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/06/site-dying.html' title='SITE DYING'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-111233201646561032</id><published>2005-04-01T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T13:07:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting from Limkokwing University Of Creative Technology</title><content type='html'>Oh well its Friday afternoon, and i'm sitting here in the Plaza (thats where LUCCT students have their food if the are too lazy to go out for lunch). Facing a classmate that's 'enjoying' his steak whilst the other two classmates just left for the Friday prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.. its been a very hectic week, with probably maximum sleep of 4 hours daily. Assignments are piling up and this Tuesday,we've got to have 50 different variations of logos for our company. Never in my life have i done 50 sketches for a single assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides that, I've had a non-existant night life, very much different from before i started my classes. No guys, this isn't the dissapearing act i normally pull when i'm too depressed, so worry not. I guess i'll see u guys on saturday night... IF I CAN FINISH MY ASSIGNMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love and chicken grease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-111233201646561032?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/111233201646561032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=111233201646561032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111233201646561032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111233201646561032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/04/posting-from-limkokwing-university-of.html' title='Posting from Limkokwing University Of Creative Technology'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-111119521771053281</id><published>2005-03-19T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T09:20:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAH! IN CLASS ON A SATURDAY MORNING!!!!</title><content type='html'>how do i start this gripe session today? lets see, first of all, NOPE i did not have any sleep. went over to asia cafe planning to watch the foosball dyp which i decided not to join this week. but then i got a call from mr dawgbyte asking me if i wanted to take part, cause of the shortage of players i. so gave it a second thought, then what the heck paid the 10 ringgit entry fee and played the dyp. but things didn't go so well coz i got double knocked out . so went home after that at about 3:30am thought i could drown my sorrow by owning a few people IN DOTA over on battle.net. well that didn't turn out right either, coz it was i who ended up dying te most. so now i sit here, in the multimedia lab facing a silly MAC which i think is wonderfully designed, bt i guess i'm just not accustomed to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, on the lighter shade of everything else, even though i hate coming to college  so much. i just can't help but appreciate the beauty that is all around. no, i'm not talking about the pretty pretty buildings. but more refering to the women around this campus. everyone seems t o be dressed to kill. more interestingly are those who THINK they can carry out a certain dress sense. NOW THAT SIGHT COULD REALLY KILL SOMEONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i observed something quite interesting yesterday night while i was driving on my way to asia cafe. i noticed a proton wira beside me.  i looked to my right and noticed a lady driver in the front seat. i looked to the back and noticed an indonesian maid sitting in the back. i found it odd because it looked more like the lady driver was chaffeuring the maid around. LOL. i bet the the lady didnt think that it would look that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thats all for now. i'll write later. class is going to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-111119521771053281?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/111119521771053281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=111119521771053281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111119521771053281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111119521771053281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/03/hah-in-class-on-saturday-morning.html' title='HAH! IN CLASS ON A SATURDAY MORNING!!!!'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-111057547050399575</id><published>2005-03-12T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T05:11:10.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling happy? i guess</title><content type='html'>ok.. i know its been really really long since i updated this site. kinda lost the gist of doing it anyway.. but then again.. you know sometimes you feel the need to write? well here it goes i guess, lets' see... the past few weeks been pretty boring. so let me just summarize it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plan of going to uk and doing my Honours Degree in Industrial Design is no longer a plan. because, well unlike some fortunate people who have the funds to spend about 140 thousand ringgint malaysia for one and half years, i don't. i also couldn't secure a study loan from a bank, because i don't happen to have any eligible guarantors for the loan. and has anyone realized that the interest rate for bank loans? I WOULDN'T EVEN BE ABLE TO BUY A CAR OR HOUSE AND PAY THE LOAN if i got paid what designers were getting paid here in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i decided to enroll for my degree in industrial design here in limkokwing. 24k for my degree in a year. guess thats not a bad deal at all, but what i hate is the travelling there everyday though. even though its like only a 20 minutes drive, but i really don't like the environment there. its just too damn hot. before i've even started climbing the 6 flight of stairs (my class is on the 3rd floor), i''ve alreayd started sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guitarist, rueben, has gone off to do architecture in perth. and well... his absence, is felt.  i really miss the old days when we could sit down at a mamak stall for hours just whining about the education system, about our generation, maybe some politics, tho we don't really see eye to eye on that subject. but most of all i really miss our conversations about music. he's a really good guitarist that can play by ear, and well... the only reason why i started singing again when i went to college. i guess things would be great when he comes back, but i doubt that they would be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's plenty more i would love to write here. but i don't know if its appropriate to do so for public reading. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-111057547050399575?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/111057547050399575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=111057547050399575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111057547050399575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/111057547050399575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2005/03/feeling-happy-i-guess.html' title='feeling happy? i guess'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-110305150592294512</id><published>2004-12-15T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T03:14:11.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol what a boring blog</title><content type='html'>hehe i noticed that my blog mainly consist of design talk. thats robably boring to most people. but i guess ican't help being anyone but myself. anyway, came across a website... explains &lt;a href="http://www.design-council.org.uk/webdav/servlet/XRM?Page/@id=6009&amp;Session/@id=D_UOD2DCxWl0Kr91Xhac6R&amp;amp;Document/@id=8196"&gt;how design effects business&lt;/a&gt; ... read up heh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-110305150592294512?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/110305150592294512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=110305150592294512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110305150592294512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110305150592294512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2004/12/lol-what-boring-blog.html' title='lol what a boring blog'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-110271971100856335</id><published>2004-12-11T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T07:16:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corporate image?</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a shick product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/shick1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the free gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reckon everyone knows schick. i mean its a name that every man and woman would know anyway. well, i was going through some things in my house the other day and i discovered a pen knife (also known as a swiss army knife to some). anyway it was a gift when someone in my house bought a schick shaver. anyway my reaction upon seeing the knife was.. 'oh .. this knife is kinda cool looking' then i tried cutting a few things with it... suprise suprise! the penknife wasn't even sharp!! how ironic for the penknife to bear the brand Schick on it and yet its not sharp!! wow... the irony !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it amuses me how a brand name like schick would advertise itself as a sharp and smooth shaving tool and yet they give knock off penknives that aren't even sharp. it may not seem to be a big issue to some but, i believe that if you're trying to tell the world at you're good at something, you have to do it right. after all there's the corporate image to keep right ? anyway i don't have anything against schick nor do i favour any other brand razors. i'm just merely pointing out a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the more serious side.. i'm still waiting for the news from the loan officer. gosh its already december i don't even know i can make a visa on time.. bah the world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess thats all for now.. don't really know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-110271971100856335?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/110271971100856335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=110271971100856335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110271971100856335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110271971100856335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2004/12/corporate-image.html' title='corporate image?'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-110219794679842050</id><published>2004-12-05T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T22:30:29.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words couldn't describe it</title><content type='html'>i don't know when was the last time i felt this way. sort of feel sad, depressed, frustrated, angry and helpless at the same time. i guess what makes me feel worse is that i don't know what's going to happen or what i should do because i'm kept in the dark. it's december now, and i've yet to get any new from the darned bank... my quest to search for a government loan or a mara loan has been totally fruitless. i dont' understand why mara loan officers don't even want to consider me as a loan candidate as soon as they hear that i want to get my degree in INDUSTRIAL DESIGN. to them... design is ART,.. what a misconception. they stated that they offer loans to those who are in the engineering, medical or bio-tech field. so in other words, i' have got my diploma and there fore that is all i get? hmm... bollocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-110219794679842050?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/110219794679842050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=110219794679842050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110219794679842050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110219794679842050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2004/12/words-couldnt-describe-it.html' title='words couldn&apos;t describe it'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-110084528857651240</id><published>2004-11-19T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T14:21:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:14pm and i'm bored</title><content type='html'>funny how listening to music makes a person feel. am listening to eagles - tequila sunrise .. heh.. all of a sudden i miss jamming with my band in college. i mean since i left college back in july 2004 ( this year) i haven't realyl been playing much with them.. guess i kind miss the time we had. you know... singing in a pub ..then as usual i'de like screw up and forget the lyrics and try find a way to cover up in front of a live audience.. embarassing.. but i guess it was quite fun.. an experience too.. but what ALMOST always happened was .. somehow.. we always had a screwy sound system to work with.. but the best sound system we ever played on was in Waikiki in PJ State. :) memmories eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway guess i'm rambling.. but while driving back from dota this morning.. suddenly i felt as if i needed to contact my bandmates.. felt as if i wanted to get something recorded down on a cd so that i have somethign to keep before i leave for the uk next year. kinda sad that we have to split up and go on our separate ways ..but i guess thats life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the time we played together.. i miss the way it felt to make music.. i miss the way the guitars, bass , percussions and the vocals blended ... i miss the good old times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-110084528857651240?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/110084528857651240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=110084528857651240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110084528857651240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110084528857651240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2004/11/214pm-and-im-bored.html' title='2:14pm and i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-110038411980078436</id><published>2004-11-14T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T06:18:24.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Mine circa 2001</title><content type='html'>since my blog is so empty.. thought i'de post something  i wrote way back in 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at you, what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;is the person you portray really who you are?&lt;br /&gt;questions asked often unanswered&lt;br /&gt;without a clue, i am left puzzled&lt;br /&gt;Impossible it is to get to know you&lt;br /&gt;give up I shall not!&lt;br /&gt;because in your eyes a true pleasant person i see&lt;br /&gt;underneath all the facades you may wear&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that you can fool me&lt;br /&gt;help is something you may not think you need&lt;br /&gt;but here i will be&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the moment that you give in&lt;br /&gt;and accept the sincere hand i’m offering&lt;br /&gt;your wounded heart in need of attention&lt;br /&gt;delicate touches and handled with care&lt;br /&gt;though many others could offer the same&lt;br /&gt;how’d delighted I’d be if it could be me&lt;br /&gt;to touch you, reopen to doors to the once warm and&lt;br /&gt;wonderful person you were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-110038411980078436?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/110038411980078436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=110038411980078436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110038411980078436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110038411980078436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2004/11/thoughts-of-mine-circa-2001.html' title='Thoughts of Mine circa 2001'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-110029379746652409</id><published>2004-11-13T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T05:09:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>design anyone?</title><content type='html'>i went to a seven-eleven nearby my home to get my pack of smokes. as i stood at the counter waiting for my pack of cigarettes, a mother with her two kids came in, a boy and a girl.the little boy pointed at the slurpee machine and saw the liquids which were green and purple, but the labels on top of the purple ice sludge had a picture of an orange, and the green one was labeled tutti fruiti. the younger boy asked what the purple one was.. and the older sister stared at it.. and after a few seconds said its orange flavour. I smiled.. their mom laughed.. and told them the purple one was probably grape.. and the green one was lime.. I smiled again. It amazed me how the sister, looked the at the purple slurpee and referred to the picture of the orange and said it was orange flavour.. but what amused me more.. was how their mother completely ignored the label on the green slurpee and told her children it was lime flavour despite a label stating it was tutti fruiti.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i started to ponder... wondering how important design was to our daily lives, and how it impacted different age groups. and perhaps not many people notice this, but flaws in design such as the labeling on the slurpee machine could guide people into the wrong decission. i often wonder why our malaysian sociery look upon traditional professions such as engineers, lawyers, doctors as better professions as compared to one in the design field. Perhaps, our society has yet to acknowledge the importance of deign in the world today, but perhaps i could be wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-110029379746652409?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/110029379746652409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=110029379746652409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110029379746652409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110029379746652409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2004/11/design-anyone.html' title='design anyone?'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127022.post-110026742743726918</id><published>2004-11-12T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:50:27.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no idea how to use this!!</title><content type='html'>I just realized I'm such a dimwit. I have no  idea how to use this! HELP JOANNE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127022-110026742743726918?l=steelrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/feeds/110026742743726918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127022&amp;postID=110026742743726918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110026742743726918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127022/posts/default/110026742743726918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steelrage.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-have-no-idea-how-to-use-this.html' title='I have no idea how to use this!!'/><author><name>steelrage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085653956151278033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/2332/320/872628071246l.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
