Commercial buildings do not require developer's license and advertising permit. Residential, however, does so. The Housing Developer Act (Control and License) 1966 (Act118) and the Housing Developers Regulation are aimed to protect the interest of house buyers. However, it does not apply on commercial units such as hotels, business premises, etc.
A mixed development of serviced apartments with shop lots.
It does not require developer's license and advertising permit - hence, trimming down the process reducing period of development process and cost. The Housing Developers Act and Regulations do not apply - hence, clients or developers are free to influence sales and purchase agreement to their advantages.
Clever.
It has changed since April last year in 2007. The Ministry of Housing and Local Government issued a new terms and conditions to apply for the developer license and advertising permit. Hence, no more of those clever schemes, and to expect new ones to come soon.
I might be wrong though. I'm not that a very good listener. Heh.
A condominium in Mont Kiara in planning - 40 storey high residential towers on top of a 6 storey car park basement on the border of Segambut and Mont Kiara with the nearest road access is about 500m away and in between is a 21m deep canyon/gorge/fall (I'm not really sure what term do they use).
I wouldn't mind those fella we find on the streets, topless and running around counting pebbles on the sidewalk. You can find crazy people here in the property development firms.
The late Lim Goh Tong created a paradise in the middle of a jungle out of nowhere and soon to be the nation's leading corporation. Robert CM Tan kick-started the multi-billion dollars project during the 1997 national economy crisis that now millions of consumers walking in and out of the commercial haven everyday.
This is rather an ironic entry, or possibly I misused the word. Either way, jakun is all I am.
It's about 11:45pm right now, just went into halftime of watching the Carling Cup final between Chelsea and Tottenham Hotspurs - and about 7 hours before I have to make a move to work from my home. I am really tired. It's my brother's birthday just this afternoon and I went to KLIA just a few hours earlier to send Chap off back to Melbourne.
Tired. I rarely actually value this term of defining our state of body and mind. I often used it as a stereotypical remarks on certain behaviours or actions - "Ahh, penat sial main bola," or "Penat seh buat mende alah nih,". I hardly meant it. I did felt tired though, but never actually drained enough to complain about it.
Tired. I actually really am. Should I go to sleep now?
I spend a lot of my time in a day surfing through the internet. Not mostly, so I’m somewhat glad. Mostly browsing the wonderful world of YouTube, in quest to find the most awesome video ever exists. During the early part of the adventure, I’ve met quite a number of jesters lurking around the comedy channel. I love comedy. I am no comedian though, but hey, I love to be comedied. Don’t we all? Russell Peters with his racial based humour, Jeff Dunham with his Achmed, Maz Jobrani the Persian Cat, Demetri Martin with his visual pad, Ellen Degeneres, Pablo Fransisco, etc. Check them out for some good laughs. They say endorphins are good for you. Makes world a better place when people come around and laugh haha together.
Jeff Dunham - Achmed the Dead Terrorist
Recent searches – music. I love music. Again, don’t we all? I play a bit of guitar myself (show off!). Once I had John Mayer listened to my songs I sent to his private e-mail and he begged me to quit playing the guitar publicly or he’ll be in deep s**t. Yes, those are his exact words. John Mayer spills a profanity. So sad. Anyway, this dude from Singapore – Hady Mirza, I heard so much about him, not singing though just how popular he was and all, but I only knew how good a singer he was when I found him singing Lagenda (Sheila Majid’s. Sigh. So typical me). He can really sing dude. I just knew. Well yeah I know I’m so out-of-date. Anyway, there’s this song called “Saling Terpesona” sang by Diddy, Yanie, Hady Mirza and Kris Dayanti. I love him even more, or just the song perhaps. It’s such a fun song. Such exciting work of art. I actually dance, in private of course, to that joyful tune (Well something like how John Travolta moves. Heh. Sexy). And owh, “Itu Kamu” by Estranged is awesome too.
Saling Terpesona by Diddy, Yanie, Hady Mirza and Kris Dayanti
Don’t we all just love to love? Love is a great feeling. No one hates to be in love. That process towards it that sometimes can be very nauseating. Well, something like that song by Carrie Underwood entitled “God bless the broken roads”. Anyway, tomorrow is the 14th of February. It is somehow the day where almost the whole world will be celebrating love. I’m somewhat reluctant to use the term “Valentine’s Day” due to religious concern, which explains why not the whole world is actually celebrating this event. Well, whichever way your spiritual conscience brings you to, when it is the season of love, so love is what I want to write about now.
Well, not exactly me writing though heheh. I read an article from Time Magazine issued on January 16, 2008 entitled “Why We Love” by Jeffrey Kluger. So, I just wanted to share some of the stuffs I found with you faithful readers.
Strippers who are ovulating earn higher average tips per hour than those who aren’t or when menstruating. I have no idea what those bombastic terms mean but that surely explains why that sometimes the same woman can be attractive today and not that very eye-catching anymore the next day. Of course it can work the way around, before someone kicks in here with a point where guys tend to leave their women when they got older. Don’t blame us for getting more handsome by the day. Man I wish I could grow old and look like Sean Connery, or Sultan Azlan Shah. Awesome.
A lot of the stuffs in the article are kind of too biological and not that fun to share with. You might get bored and thus, I’ll be cop as boring as well. No, I’m not a boring person. My characteristics from Facebook nominated by my friends said that I’m a crazy and funny person. Shocking.
Anyway, I’m tired of writing already heh. Well, let me just quote some of the materials I find as interesting to me from this article I found;
“Just being attracted to someone doesn't mean that that person is attracted back, and few things drive us crazier than wanting something we may not get.”
“Males or females who volunteer their babymaking services too freely may not be offering up very valuable genes.”
“Even with its intoxicating supply of dopamine, the ventral tegmental couldn't do the love job on its own. Most people eventually do leave the poker game or the dinner table, after all.”
“The problem with romance is that it doesn't always deliver the goods. For all the joy it promises, it can also play us for fools, particularly when it convinces us that we've found the right person, only to upend our expectations later.”
“Psychologist Arthur Aron of the State University of New York at Stony Brook says people who meet during a crisis—an emergency landing of their airplane, say—may be much more inclined to believe they've found the person meant for them. "It's not that we fall in love with such people because they're immensely attractive," he says. "It's that they seem immensely attractive because we've fallen in love with them."”
“Romance may be nothing more than reproductive filigree, a bit of decoration that makes us want to perpetuate the species and ensures that we do it right. But nothing could convince a person in love that there isn't something more at work—and the fact is, none of us would want to be convinced. That's a nut science may never fully crack.”
I'm done. Go find the Time Magazine yourselflah if you interested to read more. To all of you lovers out there, if you're dating tomorrow, drive safely and jangan nakal-nakal heheheh. To we losers, lets go to the gym. Come make ourselves look better for those future lucky ones. I would really love to have a good six packs. Don't we all? :)
I'm bored. I really am. I used to enjoy doing nothing. Sitting around on the porch, walking aimlessly down the Esplanade, Alamanda, drive to nowhere around this kampung Bandar Baru Bangi, etc. During my younger days, boring was like a myth to me. Something that I often heard of but never actually came across to me. It was like my impression on ghosts. I heard about it so much that it's weird it never actually happens to me heads on. Not that I'm wishing, or too curious to meet them on a late night in the middle of a silent deserted small town road (This actually happened and I am grateful that it was a safe half an hour full of suspenses journey). It's like, when it happens, so be it. It probably will suck, but so be it and take it like a man - or a half-matured young adult, heh.
Owh yea, I was saying that I'm bored.
Well, it's not that I couldn't find any kind of entertainment around. It is, sadly, my choice to be so. Why? For several reasons that I most probably won't just easily confide to the general public. You know, it's rather intriguing that when we, or maybe I should stick to 'I', have reach a certain level of boredom, I tend to become more sensitive to my surroundings. Sounds become noisier. Vision become more clearer. The air I breathe become more distinctive. I tend to notice small things around me and the brain actually comprehended (what's the past tense for this word ah?) that these ordinary everyday stuffs are somehow interesting.
This morning when I picked up my 6 years old sister from her kindergarten, right after she stepped into the car, I suddenly noticed some funky smell coming out of her. I asked whether she was playing with paint or some stale/rotten/out-of-date dairy product somewhere during her class sessions. Nope. It was her natural body odour as she described it.
The same thing happened when I then went to pick up my 10 years old brother from his school.
I shouted, metaphorically heh. I am, nevertheless, in shock. Well that is rather exaggerated and too melodramatic. Mm, I would say, I am intrigued by this new finding of mine that I'm starting to lose some of my tolerances for these silly things in life. I'm starting to become bored of things. I'm starting to sense some intolerable smell. I'm starting to care about my surroundings in some sort of ways. Annoyance, agitated, envy, humility, etc.
Today is an important date for many of my friends and some of us who went and had exciting residential school lives. Today is a date which reminds me of so many beautiful things that had crafted such a complete masterpiece of my teenager's life. Today is an anniversary that marked an important point in my life when God had fated me to meet and to belong to a group of friends that I am forever be grateful for His gift to me.
4 February 1998.
I enrolled in Sekolah Tuanku Abdul Rahman, Ipoh. I enrolled as a member of the school's 42nd batch. I enrolled into a friendship deal for life, and I am forever grateful.
10 years of friendship.
Batch of 42 Sekolah Tuanku Abdul Rahman, Ipoh
-------------------------------------------------- Down Memory Lane
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