<?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-6156104</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:21:02.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Print</title><subtitle type='html'>I'll try to think of a good one later</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-111270785102525979</id><published>2005-04-05T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T06:30:51.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, OregonIt’s been a while since I updated my blog.  But today a friend of mine asked me about my blog, and I guess I should start to do it again, at least once a month.Nowadays it feels like I am living a fast forward life, everything is moving so fast, can’t imagine it is April already.  Two more months and it is mid year.  And in less then a year I will be reaching my mid life, oh gosh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/111270785102525979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=111270785102525979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/111270785102525979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/111270785102525979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2005/04/hillsboro-oregon-its-been-while-since.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-110726872748449089</id><published>2005-02-01T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T06:38:47.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, OregonI like to eat meat, but I am not obsessed with it.  I like vegetable as much, I like my mom special eggplants, where she cooks it with dried shrimp with sambal…ohh…just heavenly.  I like my mom acar, pickled cucumber and carrot with peanut and kunyit, oh yummy.  But recently I craved meat so bad that I dreamt about eating steaks, ohh tender and juicy fillet mignon cook medium </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/110726872748449089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=110726872748449089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110726872748449089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110726872748449089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2005/02/hillsboro-oregon-i-like-to-eat-meat.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-110685129335808179</id><published>2005-01-27T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T10:41:33.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beaverton, OregonI tried eating just instant noodle for a couple of days and I don’ think I will be able to survive for 30 yrs with just instant noodle.  So I should reconsider about retiring early.  Hmmm…they should make a healthier and more filling instant noodle.  Hey how about that for a business idea?  Maybe I can create those instant noodles and convince people to retire early, and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/110685129335808179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=110685129335808179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110685129335808179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110685129335808179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2005/01/beaverton-oregon-i-tried-eating-just.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-110673917949893254</id><published>2005-01-26T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T03:32:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, OregonGosh…I am soo drained mentally and physically.  I don’t know if I still have what it takes to be an engineer :P  But thank God it is Friday, well at least it is Friday for me.  Maybe I should forget about work and just go to retirement early, hey retirement in the late twenties sound great isn’t it.  I think I can go to retirement, if I just eat  instant noodle everyday and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/110673917949893254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=110673917949893254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110673917949893254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110673917949893254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2005/01/hillsboro-oregon-goshi-am-soo-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-110605751318271937</id><published>2005-01-18T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T06:11:53.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, OregonWaaa…it’s been a month since I make an entry.  Last time I make an entry I went skiing, now I make an entry I just went skiing again, and almost broke my neck.  I ended up with stiff neck for a couple of day.  Could hardly bend my head.The snow was great but, I am not enjoying it very much.  Had too many painful crashes.  I guess it is dangerous to ski when your mind is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/110605751318271937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=110605751318271937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110605751318271937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110605751318271937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2005/01/hillsboro-oregon-waaaits-been-month.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-110354655129528482</id><published>2004-12-20T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T04:42:31.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, Oregon"What can mankind do in the midst of such reckless selfishness?" --&gt; what a cool phrase.I first found it somewhere I do not remember, the quote was used to reflect the frustration against hate crime.  It goes like this "What can mankind do in the midst of such reckless hatred?".Now I like this phrase so much that I used it all the times to pity myself...ha ha ha...This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/110354655129528482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=110354655129528482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110354655129528482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110354655129528482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/12/hillsboro-oregon-what-can-mankind-do.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-110231400457296429</id><published>2004-12-05T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:20:04.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, OregonLife has its peaks and valleys, and I am at its valley at the moment in a physical sense.  I started to feel a discomfort on my throat a couple of days ago and I kindda brush it off.  But it is getting worst.  I am going to douse myself with at least 2 teapots of Chrysanthenum tea aka Chi Hua Cha today.  Hopefully that will ease my suffering a little bit.  When you are down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/110231400457296429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=110231400457296429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110231400457296429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110231400457296429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/12/hillsboro-oregon-life-has-its-peaks.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-110180521858587306</id><published>2004-11-30T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:00:18.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, OregonIt’s been more than a week since the last time I have an entry on my blog.  It’s been a hectic weekend.  Buying grocery for the whole week, and spent one whole day cooking and then rewarding myself with some shopping the day after thanksgiving.The roast beef dinner turn out to be ok, but there were a lot of challenges along the way.  Overall I consider it a huge success </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/110180521858587306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=110180521858587306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110180521858587306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110180521858587306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/11/hillsboro-oregon-its-been-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-110102394312576512</id><published>2004-11-20T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:59:03.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, OregonI did not do anything this past weekend.  First, I started my weekend with cooking roast beef.  I’ve never cooked roast beef before, but my “sok tahu” took over and I volunteered to cook roast beef for 150 people for thanksgiving dinner at church.  So I did a trial cook this past weekend.  And the roast beef tasted pretty good according to my taste, and my roommate and his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/110102394312576512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=110102394312576512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110102394312576512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110102394312576512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/11/hillsboro-oregon-i-did-not-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-110052176706115228</id><published>2004-11-15T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T04:29:27.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, OregonWell…it’s been ages since I’ve updated my blog.  I guess I will take this opportunity I have in writing another small chapter of my life.A quick update on my previous week.  I took a short course offered by my company on self improvement.  A concept introduced by Covey a couple of decades ago.  It is an interesting concept, I honestly think the concept is derived mainly from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/110052176706115228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=110052176706115228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110052176706115228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/110052176706115228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/11/hillsboro-oregon-wellits-been-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109947482500531273</id><published>2004-11-03T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:40:25.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, OregonHmm this is my second week working as night shift.  It is very tiring when you are at work…but comes weekend…cihuyyyyyyyy…long weekend every week, and very long weekend every other week.I failed again to get enough interest for a hiking trip last week, so I scrapped it.  But instead I went to this nice park called Wildwood park.  It has 26 miles long trail inside Portland </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109947482500531273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109947482500531273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109947482500531273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109947482500531273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/11/hillsboro-oregon-hmm-this-is-my-second.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109870457179161213</id><published>2004-10-25T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T04:42:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro, Oregon.Tonight is my second night working night shift.  It is quite demanding.  I received at least 30 calls last night, so on average about 1 call in 20 minutes.  The way I look at it, I have saved 2 people from being awaken every half an hour or so through out the night.  I think they should definitely buy me a dinner at least. :PWell I am trying to organize a hiking and/or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109870457179161213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109870457179161213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109870457179161213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109870457179161213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/10/hillsboro-oregon_25.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109813018876871050</id><published>2004-10-18T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T13:10:10.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillsboro Oregon.What a gloomy Monday morning, it’s dark, it’s cold, and it’s wet. I woke up late this morning. I woke up at 7 and I need to be at work by 7. Ha ha ha…a very interesting half an hour, just enough time for me to dress up, brush my teeth and run. I was late because I forget to reset my alarm clock back from the weekend.I got plenty of rest this weekend, slept like a baby all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109813018876871050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109813018876871050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109813018876871050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109813018876871050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/10/hillsboro-oregon.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109770886637436023</id><published>2004-10-13T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T16:07:46.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's midday Wednesday, so practically the week is half gone, and guess what 2.5 days to weekend.My beauty sleep was destroyed yesterday.I was awaken 7 times, pretty much every hour last night.  Fortunately I am an easy sleeper.  If I am tired, I could close my eyes and in less than a couple of minutes I am gone. Unfortunately I am a deep sleeper also, so sometimes I sleep through my pages.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109770886637436023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109770886637436023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109770886637436023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109770886637436023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-midday-wednesday-so-practically.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109755991359853344</id><published>2004-10-11T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T22:45:13.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is amazing how easy it is to lose your joy.I was yippy and yuppy just a few days ago...and now I feel like I am at a bottom of a dark pit.Now the question is when you are at a bottom of a dark pit, do you stay down there and let your eyes used to the darkness before you do anything?Or do you fight hard to get out, with the risk of hurting your self?Or do you sit and pray and ask God to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109755991359853344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109755991359853344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109755991359853344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109755991359853344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-is-amazing-how-easy-it-is-to-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109747591705653513</id><published>2004-10-10T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T23:25:17.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ohh weekend is pratically over, and I did not get what I need to get done this weekend.I will have to slowly dig myself out slowly throughout the week next week.This weekend is not so good.  I am feeling a bit down.I made many wrong turns.Which I know reflect poorly on myself.  However like it or not I feel like I have to make this wrong turn.So I guess it is a conscious wrong turns.I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109747591705653513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109747591705653513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109747591705653513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109747591705653513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/10/ohh-weekend-is-pratically-over-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109725796769395552</id><published>2004-10-08T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T10:52:47.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Friday...ohh I need a weekend.I got a bazillion of stuff to do.  And I need help...so be a good samaritan for once and help me run my chores :P1. Tidy up my room.2. Laundry.  Oh I think I have at least 4 baskets of dirty laundry.  Man folding them will be a challenge.3. Wash my car.  During the summer, I normally woke up 7.30 AM, and go wash my car real quick before the church.  It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109725796769395552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109725796769395552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109725796769395552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109725796769395552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109710325744797148</id><published>2004-10-06T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:54:17.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey yall.Wassup?A good news, I am not sore anymore.I've recovered from my muscle sore...and yesterday I went workout.I believed one of the hardest workout I've done in the past year.I worked thathard because I was angry, I guess when you are angry your adrenaline mask your pain and you will be able to push your self more.  But I was drainned afterwards but feel very accomplished.My partner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109710325744797148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109710325744797148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109710325744797148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109710325744797148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109692095031660439</id><published>2004-10-04T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T13:15:50.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday, Oct 4th 2004.My muscle are all sore, due a week long heavy lifting.Fortunately I did not hurt my back...yuhuuu...I believed I also have a severe sun burn on my neck, because I spend 4 hrs saturday afternoon standing with my neck facing the sun.  Geee...now my neck will look "Daki-an" in the sense it will look black as if I have not bath for a while.  Now my market value will go down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109692095031660439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109692095031660439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109692095031660439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109692095031660439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/10/monday-oct-4th-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109606394400795305</id><published>2004-09-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T15:12:24.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Sept27 2004Hillsboro, ORArghhh...I have a good excuse for not updating my blog.  The internet connection back home is way slow...:P  Actually the real reason is I am kindda ashame of killing my mom's Koi after I tried to weed out the algae in the pool.  My mom made a comment something like this..."American engineer is very smart"  What a sarcastic mom, but I still love her very much.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109606394400795305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109606394400795305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109606394400795305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109606394400795305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/09/friday-sept27-2004-hillsboro-or-arghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109340255386263681</id><published>2004-08-24T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T19:55:53.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jakarta Indonesia, August 25th.It's been almost 3 days since I arrived in Jakarta.She has changed so much that I can hardly remember her.  The Outer ring freeway, the bus way, the malls blossom everywhere, like mushrooms after spring rainy seasons.But one thing did not changed, trafic jam everywhere, road are in terrible shape and it is as hot and as humid.  Those of you that have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109340255386263681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109340255386263681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109340255386263681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109340255386263681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/08/jakarta-indonesia-august-25th.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109303331741007635</id><published>2004-08-20T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T13:21:57.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday August 20,Beaverton, OR--Hmm...I just get back from work and getting ready to have a long awaited vacation.Let me think of all the stuff I need to bring:- Passport--&gt; Check- Immigration Paper --&gt; Check- Laptop --&gt; Check- Camera --&gt; Check- Barang titipan --? Check- Mom Stuff --&gt; Check- Bro Stuff --&gt; Check- Niece's stuff --&gt; Check- Dad Stuff --&gt; oops belom beli :P- My clothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109303331741007635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109303331741007635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109303331741007635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109303331741007635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/08/friday-august-20-beaverton-or-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109263614928680014</id><published>2004-08-15T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T23:02:29.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday August 15th 2004It's been a very tiring Sunday.  In a blink of an eye, the whole weekend is gone.  Now it's 10.40  and in roughly 8 hrs I need to wake up and go to work :)  Can't wait to go to work...ha ha ha...I wish I can make my mind and body think like that.Friday, I cooked a very simple dish, but it tasted very good :)  Deepfried Panko battered catfish with some spicy thai chili </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109263614928680014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109263614928680014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109263614928680014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109263614928680014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/08/sunday-august-15th-2004-its-been-very.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-109233929256527802</id><published>2004-08-12T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:34:52.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday: August 12, 2004Do you guys still remember Peter?  The blessings of the Lord follow him to Jakarta, he climbed through the society ladder very quick and now he is leaving happily with Rudy.  He proposed to Sari a few months ago and I guess Rudy will have a step mom that will love him like her own.Sorry to cut short this project, but my editor is getting very very distracted and I got</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/109233929256527802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=109233929256527802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109233929256527802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/109233929256527802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/08/thursday-august-12-2004-do-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-107810094247468037</id><published>2004-02-29T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T16:31:57.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fine Print Chapter 4..A Step Forward for a Better FutureFebruary 29th, 2004Hi Guys and Gals, whoever still checked this blog and look for continuation of my story…It’s been more than 2 months since the last time I wrote, but as I promised I will finished the story.  Actually I am not the one to blame, my editor is the one to blame, he got real busy in Dec and January, and then out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/107810094247468037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=107810094247468037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/107810094247468037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/107810094247468037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2004/02/fine-print-chapter-4.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-107095742574580765</id><published>2003-12-09T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T00:10:37.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fine PrintDec 9th 2003:I did not do anything productive today…slept for most of the day.  Oh well…I guess I need the rest since I was waken up 5 times last night.  But I napped too much though, I am afraid I’ll have difficult times sleeping again.  Ada sedikit update tentang temen kerjaku, I will not share this gory detail.  Update ini membuat aku semakin bingung … kenapa…why is still my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/107095742574580765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=107095742574580765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/107095742574580765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/107095742574580765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2003/12/fine-print-dec-9th-2003-i-did-not-do.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-107070410961581728</id><published>2003-12-06T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T01:48:40.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fine PrintDec 5th 2003: 2:08 PMOh thank God I could sleep very well this pass few days, remember the last time I told you I could not sleep…ha ha ha it is gone, as a matter of fact I slept from 8 PM till 7 AM, 11 hrs of sleep; a well deserve 11 hrs of sleep.  Woke up this morning all freshen up and ready to go.  Anyway I want to share a story, this is a story about a man I used to know many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/107070410961581728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=107070410961581728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/107070410961581728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/107070410961581728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2003/12/fine-print-dec-5th-2003-208-pm-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156104.post-107035335944110802</id><published>2003-12-02T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T00:22:49.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fine Print Dec 1st 2003:  11:11, hmmm…Is God trying to say something?  This is the third time today when I looked at the clock it showed repeating digit.  First at 1:11 this afternoon, then again at 4:44 later that afternoon, and now 11:11 PM when I was trying to write this story.  Hmmm…I am honestly puzzled. Today is a very very sad and  shocking day for me…I learned that my co worker mati </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/feeds/107035335944110802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6156104&amp;postID=107035335944110802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/107035335944110802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156104/posts/default/107035335944110802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f1n3pr1nt.blogspot.com/2003/12/fine-print-dec-1st-2003-1111-hmmmis.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17424700559038217859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
