<?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-7359023901331407823</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:27:19.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juxtapose 2.0</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-9054386390053684685</id><published>2010-05-09T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:26:55.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, semester 2 has come to an end. It's gonna be a long break till year three starts in late July. Second year is, not really a very illustrious one for me, but rather a fruitful one for me when it comes to learning about my weaknesses and strengths in my work. I've learned alot from my lecturers and also my peers. I am really looking forward to what's to come for year three. I know that the challenges ahead are going to get tougher as we are being propel towards our graduation and getting us ready for the corporate world outside. Hope I can improve myself further in the next semester. My work hasn't been meeting standards lately and I kept producing crap. No, I am no longer being distracted and bugged by my "problems", but rather unable to focus and getting ideas out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School aside, its time for me take care of my freelance label. I've recently upgraded my workflow to Adobe CS4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea Yea Yea...I know I'm outdated..again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am revamping my video workflow and hopes to try out new stuff, both on filming and post-production. On the other hand, I am also revamping my freelance label and trying to give it a new branding and image as compared to our previous one which, in my opinion, is a rather gloomy and unapproachable. A new facebook page for my label has been set up. hope you guys can show us some support. I will try to upload stuff on to it as often if there are any stuff to and also when there is time for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...search for "Phodeo House" on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, about my band, things are pretty on the development side. There are no concrete plans laid for the band yet. However, I am optimistic and excited about what's going to come for the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-9054386390053684685?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/9054386390053684685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/9054386390053684685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-semester-2-has-come-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-7278313131244300404</id><published>2010-04-02T02:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T04:36:06.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been quite sometime already since i last blogged. i have some thoughts going through my head, but don't know who to talk to, so i guess writing it out would be a better choice, and at the same time i could brush up my already fucked-up standards of copy-writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am already a quarter of a century old. people around me are improving, getting better with their lives. but it looks like i m still standing at the same spot all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i am still the same old me. the same old me with the same temperament, character, mentality. there are people who doesn't like me, but i am glad that there are people who accepts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to believe in working hard. but sometimes life's just unfair. you don't get recognized for you efforts. someone who skips classes all the time can get more 'A's than a person who attends classes everytime punctually and submit work on time. you try to be nice, no one gives a damn or even wants to take a look at you, but when you do something bad for the first time, they start pointing fingers at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you don't mean to hurt someone, you didn't do it on purpose, you never mean anything, but that someone thinks otherwise. one single mistake, just one single unintentional accident, you are tagged "I HATE YOU, I AM NOT GOING TO FORGIVE YOU" for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not complaining about my life but rather i don't understand how life works. what must i do to deserve something good? why must we live in the way people wants us to be in order to gain acceptance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one understands what's going on my mind. i just have a way of thinking that not many people can accept and agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps that's why i am getting slacker and slacker, almost losing my directions in life. perhaps that is why i can't be bothered to be good or nice anymore. i have failed in many things in life, far too many things, far too many times, with each and everytime, unexplainable. i don't like losing to the people around me in anything that we do. but, how much must i fail to exchange for one success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can understand me? seriously..what's wrong? i don't know what i am trying to say either. i just feel disappointed what's all that's going on around me. but i'm glad i still have a bunch of brothers and sisters who's always there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-7278313131244300404?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/7278313131244300404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/7278313131244300404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-world.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-7032247528733134122</id><published>2010-01-20T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:52:50.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second week of school. I can feel the challenges ahead are drowning me. I am beginning to doubt my abilities. If there's a viagra made for increasing brain power, please give me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..work aside, I have been thinking thru certain issues lately. the feeling of entanglement into something that I don't have the power to change makes me all the more tired and drained, both physically and mentally. Its not that I don't want to do anything about it, its because I can't. Its as though my hands and legs are tied, my mouth taped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand, you guys will ask me, why I let it drag on and on, doesn't it irritates me and the people around me? Well, it is indeed irritating. Blame it on my stubbornness and the unwillingness to give up on anything that i do. Just like what I did to my lappy the other day. My parents advised me not to tear it apart and repair by myself, but i went against them. After a few hours, I got my lappy fixed and now it is running in a condition as though i just bought it the day before. Yeah, I do trust my own intuition most of the time, but sometimes i get indecisive when i lack the confidence to handle things and go around asking for advices. He tells me I am wrong, she says I am right, they laugh at me as though i am some laughing stock. So, what am i supposed to do? Perhaps, its my confidence tricking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need time to settle things down. My feelings hasn't changed at all, but the surrounding air is trying to change it. What I can do now is "relac-one-corner" and witness things to happen. Deep inside me, I am like waiting for a flower to bloom in winter. Yeah, I know I sound dumb, but thats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much wanting to say, so much wanting to do, but is there room for me to do it? BUT, first, where do i even stand? or am i of any importance? or i am just nothing ever since the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i will continue to pray for an old friend of mine, and hope that her problems can be resolved, and hope she can get out of the hell she's in. She doesn't deserve all that she's suffering now. But, i believe, her wings will heal one day and she will be flying high like she used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to my craps and whines. I just want to say, this time, i m not driven by stubbornness, but been driven by what's inside me, that is, my true feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-7032247528733134122?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/7032247528733134122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/7032247528733134122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-4973198945150493280</id><published>2010-01-12T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:28:43.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of the new semester. We had two lessons today. I can't seem to keep myself focus today. My mind's like drifting to somewhere else and felt very sleepy perhaps due to going to bed super late last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was repairing my lappy once again last night. Did an "overhauling" and software clean up, updates, defrag and stuff, that kept me busy for hours and finally going to sleep at close to 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macbook Pro..stop calling my name...you asshole!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bed, thoughts clouded my mind which make me can't have a proper sleep. Something that took place last night actually left a huge impact in me. Till now, I'm still thinking about that. Its not that I keep thinking about it, it just bothers me so much, and I can't stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semester has just started and I am beginning to doubting myself and my abilities. But no matter what, I will still strive on and overcome all the obstacles. I have lost too much last year and this year I will do my very very best, with all my strength to gain back everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose away anything anymore. Fight on! Fight hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-4973198945150493280?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/4973198945150493280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/4973198945150493280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-first-day-of-new-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-6657245645519546449</id><published>2009-12-25T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:41:31.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Christmas, you guys had fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas' the same and usual for me. I can't remember how i spent it last year, but i am alone this year. Back home from buying presents, didn't manage to get what i wanted, and ended up discovering that somebody drank my Carlsberg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Carlsberg is my only consolation for Christmas. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things were on my mind during this period of time. This past 1.5 months, is a mix of many thoughts, indecisiveness, emotions, struggles, confusions, lost and gain. In short, a topsy-turvy ride down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is round the corner. Its time to stop the indecisiveness and look ahead to it, leave what should be left behind and bring what matters most into the new year. But there are some things planted so deep in me that, i will still keep it within me. I don't know what will happen down the road, but i will still hold on...and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copenhagen was a failure, as everyone is so self-centered and did not look at the big picture infront of them, lets pray 2010 will be an improvement and hope a resolution can be reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the peace be with you!! 2010, let us shine brightly. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-6657245645519546449?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/6657245645519546449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/6657245645519546449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2009/12/todays-christmas-you-guys-had-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-8316781177203739915</id><published>2009-10-06T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:21:23.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently, i've always wanted to ask people this question: if you like someone and you guys are quite close, would you confess to that person. or put it in another way, if that person is aware of your feelings for her, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really afraid if the same thing happens to me, what am i going to do. i like her, but if she doesn't feel the same way as i do, i don't want to lose her as a friend. but who will guarantee that she will not keep a distance from you. So near yet so far, the feeling is terrible. i've experienced this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i let my feelings be made known to her, or should i just keep it deep inside me and just remain as someone who will always be there for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that if i met such a girl, i wouldn't need to keep my feelings away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just want her to know, not make her go...i'm just afraid...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-8316781177203739915?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/8316781177203739915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/8316781177203739915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2009/10/recently-ive-always-wanted-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-534925148909887850</id><published>2009-09-05T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:00:53.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times where i still don't totally understand myself at all. I just can't open my golden mouth and talk to her. I wonder whats wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps what Aisyah said about me was right - I am worried that I would say the wrong things and leave her bad impressions about me, especially when we get to see each other in class everyday and that will make us feel awkward. Perhaps she's right about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not even be her type. But I really like her. That is more important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-534925148909887850?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/534925148909887850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/534925148909887850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-are-times-where-i-still-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-3183623158596674436</id><published>2009-08-24T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:47:33.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a ga-zillion years since i last updated my collecting dust is definitely something i don't hope to see happening on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past half a year was a mixture of happiness and sadness. it was a time of change and a test of adaptability and growth of maturity in handling things, problems and emotion. i lost someone important to me and it took me quite a while to overcome the pain and grief. it was certainly an impact i hadn't felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were new challenges placed before me and i've also picked up new skills along the way - as a designer, as a guitarist, as a videographer, as an eldest son, as a grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a twink of an eye, i'm already in year 2, and majoring in advertising. new class, comes new friends. the class i'm in now is superb. its more livelier than what i had thought to be and i really love my current class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, i have found a feeling that i had not been experiencing for a very long time. its a feeling that makes your heart beat fast, a feeling that makes you had a lost of words, a lost of thoughts when she's standing right infront of you. you want to reach out for her, but it seems that your hand doesn't listen to your command at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is more like CMYK now, unlike the RGB which is simpler. but i will still strive on. i just hope things can get better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright...guess thats all for now...will update again when i have the time and the things and thoughts to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-3183623158596674436?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/3183623158596674436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/3183623158596674436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-ga-zillion-years-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-8275922549990815968</id><published>2008-12-30T18:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:21:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sights of Ipoh and Lumut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnzy1hiM7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_fHiduTOn24/s1600-h/DSC00680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523692382729138" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnzy1hiM7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_fHiduTOn24/s400/DSC00680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnzzPSBpII/AAAAAAAAAIw/K0iIAcE-zLY/s1600-h/DSC00716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523699297002626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnzzPSBpII/AAAAAAAAAIw/K0iIAcE-zLY/s400/DSC00716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnzzlqjqmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SRLzNCrFc_s/s1600-h/DSC00712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523705305475682" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnzzlqjqmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SRLzNCrFc_s/s400/DSC00712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnzzb-6l_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TdxHe1rDbSU/s1600-h/DSC00704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523702706509810" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnzzb-6l_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TdxHe1rDbSU/s400/DSC00704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnz0I7zENI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LwhjsSjhZgo/s1600-h/DSC00709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523714773029074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnz0I7zENI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LwhjsSjhZgo/s400/DSC00709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVn0Wgq7LFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Jwf3nFQvRZI/s1600-h/DSC00766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285524305260260434" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVn0Wgq7LFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Jwf3nFQvRZI/s400/DSC00766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVn0WpKG__I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XSWGoFhDh-I/s1600-h/DSC00684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285524307538542578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVn0WpKG__I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XSWGoFhDh-I/s400/DSC00684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(above) This photo is taken by my Dad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-8275922549990815968?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/8275922549990815968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/8275922549990815968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/12/sights-of-ipoh-and-lumut.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SVnzy1hiM7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_fHiduTOn24/s72-c/DSC00680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-1831943952463265830</id><published>2008-12-02T12:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:31:35.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a trip back to my Dad's hometown last weekend in an effort (i didn't volunteer to do this..)to help out at my Grandpa's oil palm plantation. My job was to remove all the weeds from the young oil palm trees. It was a tiring job, tiring than field camp back in BMT, however, it is not something that you can get to experience in modern day Singapore. Saw snakes, but was lucky not to get bitten by them, and also there wasn't any centipedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTCvAueqaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k2En5zMGMG0/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275055176462281122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTCvAueqaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k2En5zMGMG0/s400/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken at town area, the place looks semi-outskirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTCvfLZyfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EBcia96LJ3c/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275055184636660210" style="WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTCvfLZyfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EBcia96LJ3c/s400/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Same place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTCvl3Ot7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/s93lSVi_EUc/s1600-h/Image183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275055186431096754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTCvl3Ot7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/s93lSVi_EUc/s400/Image183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My baby cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTCv2lEvXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xk1wpunJc3c/s1600-h/Image185.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTFu7bUkAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yL4o4kVI1CI/s1600-h/Image185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275058473574633474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTFu7bUkAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yL4o4kVI1CI/s400/Image185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My baby cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTCwcxoLyI/AAAAAAAAAII/zrVkolrfilo/s1600-h/Image187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275055201171549986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTCwcxoLyI/AAAAAAAAAII/zrVkolrfilo/s400/Image187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Evening sunset inside the plantation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTDm6eGOHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CT_bifehdl0/s1600-h/Image193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275056136855631986" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTDm6eGOHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CT_bifehdl0/s400/Image193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTDnDZhXUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jfm4VgEyR-Y/s1600-h/Image191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275056139252358466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTDnDZhXUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jfm4VgEyR-Y/s400/Image191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-1831943952463265830?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/1831943952463265830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/1831943952463265830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-took-trip-back-to-my-dads-hometown.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/STTCvAueqaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k2En5zMGMG0/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-2201007943925697792</id><published>2008-11-16T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:25:20.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interpersonal relationship can be so complexed at times. Sometimes I wonder what's the chemical formula behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believe that, in this little planet that we live in, there are two kinds of people. One, they like you. Two, they don't. But why does one like you but the other don't? Is it because they don't like the way you look, you dress, you talk, you behave or you are just different from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more negative angle, is it because you are no value of use to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that one always think that he is right about (almost) everything and that when another corrects him, he still insists that he is right, as though everything from his mouth are the facts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people look at the things and people around them, more closely, carefully, and instead of  looking at things and people only on the outside and stereotyping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we learn how to understand people from the inside and find out more before making assumptions about things and people around us. What appears infront of you might not be the truth you are after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superficial remarks and actions meant a fatal blow to the fragile heart...and not all on this planet is strong-willed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope one day, we can live without this kind of shallowness. Ultimately, we are the same being, living in the same place, and you never know...you might need help from your own beings one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts to be forgottened...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-2201007943925697792?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/2201007943925697792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/2201007943925697792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/11/interpersonal-relationship-can-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-4424460756095557411</id><published>2008-10-23T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:12:44.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Canon PhotoMarathon 2008 took place at Suntec on last Saturday and my classmates and me took part in the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day. We have to report to Suntec at 0700hrs, and the whole thing ended, for us, at 2100hrs. We left Suntec earlier to have dinner and chill out. If we were to stay, we should ended up leaving the event at atleast 2200hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three different themes were given out to us every 3.5 hrs. These are the photos that i've submitted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SQCCJHMIvoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/F_P11MiqlTg/s1600-h/DSCF2309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260347457829125762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SQCCJHMIvoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/F_P11MiqlTg/s400/DSCF2309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Theme 01 : Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SQCCJZnXPTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NimarVXHSBM/s1600-h/DSCF2334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260347462775160114" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SQCCJZnXPTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NimarVXHSBM/s400/DSCF2334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Theme 02 : Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SQCCKGoxPII/AAAAAAAAAF4/3KxE6tTJW_A/s1600-h/DSCF2387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260347474860653698" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SQCCKGoxPII/AAAAAAAAAF4/3KxE6tTJW_A/s400/DSCF2387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Theme 03 : Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah...i know my shots are crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will still participate again next year. hope to do better with better shots next year. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-4424460756095557411?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/4424460756095557411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/4424460756095557411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/10/canon-photomarathon-2008-took-place-at.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SQCCJHMIvoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/F_P11MiqlTg/s72-c/DSCF2309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-702574655327665656</id><published>2008-10-13T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:36:00.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;What is in a woman's mind..i wondered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Woman is specially constructed in such a way that, we will never be able to hack into their minds and to tell what they are thinking. We can read their body languages, can understand how they feel about things, but we can never tell what they are thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Man thinks before they act. Women acts before they think however. This is purely my own views, so you might disagree with me. Its because of we are build to do things this way that it therefore unsurprisingly becomes the root of many unwanted problems in both sexes of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why does a woman, still, so deeply in love with a guy that has hurt her so many times in so many ways? The guy can be the worst ever piece of junk you can find in the entire universe, and you would not hesistate to reduce him into particles finer than atoms and molecules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, i am not discriminating the ladies. We men aren't that wonderful either. Men can be full of jealousy and anger most of the time, and it can be because of very stupid things or reasons. The root of the problem? - Pride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pride?&lt;/em&gt; Yes my fellow brothers, you may disagree with me. &lt;em&gt;Think deep into you thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can any of you girls, answer my question? (-_-?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SPI6ae98__I/AAAAAAAAAFg/OeOX175yEkg/s1600-h/DSCF1757_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256327941758713842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SPI6ae98__I/AAAAAAAAAFg/OeOX175yEkg/s400/DSCF1757_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do we always choose to go the wrong way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope i can protect her. i hope i can bring her smile back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-702574655327665656?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/702574655327665656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/702574655327665656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-in-womans-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SPI6ae98__I/AAAAAAAAAFg/OeOX175yEkg/s72-c/DSCF1757_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-5870415365079625789</id><published>2008-09-29T10:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:24:43.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and my friend got a glimpse of F1 last saturday. We do not have any of the tickets, not even the cheapest one. We watched for free from across both Marina Square and Pan Pacific Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much scouting for a perfect view, we decided to watch the qualifying rounds at the area between Marina Square and Pan Pacific Hotel, which is also where the fastest stretch of the circuit lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earplugs were not exactly needed unless you are standing behind the fence along the circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At City Hall MRT, outside Marina Square exit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBcYbBlpzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vWIhngU8mXE/s1600-h/DSCF1307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251298740155033394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBcYbBlpzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vWIhngU8mXE/s400/DSCF1307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBcY9iQ69I/AAAAAAAAAEE/PIJIe4ZXzw0/s1600-h/DSCF1306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251298749418892242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBcY9iQ69I/AAAAAAAAAEE/PIJIe4ZXzw0/s400/DSCF1306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the big screen above, i actually spotted a man, using&lt;br /&gt;his video cam (it is mounted on a tripod), zooming right into where the&lt;br /&gt;big screen is and watched the race right from his video cam.&lt;br /&gt;He should have stayed home and watch the qualifying race on HD5. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Over at Marina Square:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBUISGEMoI/AAAAAAAAACE/-pM2kyl8B2Q/s1600-h/DSCF1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251289666786964098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBUISGEMoI/AAAAAAAAACE/-pM2kyl8B2Q/s400/DSCF1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This Ferrari (above) is the first car i caught on my camera.&lt;br /&gt;Was it Massa or Kimi Raikonnen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBXmCDI6AI/AAAAAAAAACk/ftnm_ZWUsOs/s1600-h/DSCF1423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251293476410681346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBXmCDI6AI/AAAAAAAAACk/ftnm_ZWUsOs/s400/DSCF1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(above) Hamilton or his comrade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBXmaGbFKI/AAAAAAAAACs/djBTr3N6iSw/s1600-h/DSCF1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251293482866906274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBXmaGbFKI/AAAAAAAAACs/djBTr3N6iSw/s400/DSCF1441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(above) Toyota..they were screaming fast and consistent almost&lt;br /&gt;every lap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBXm6sce9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9x1qMOeZCic/s1600-h/DSCF1475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251293491616316370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBXm6sce9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9x1qMOeZCic/s400/DSCF1475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBXm8T4niI/AAAAAAAAAC8/B6w6Sl3DU_Y/s1600-h/DSCF1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251293492050173474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBXm8T4niI/AAAAAAAAAC8/B6w6Sl3DU_Y/s400/DSCF1503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBUIU4GKfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oW5ceTGOq48/s1600-h/DSCF1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBUIorbKjI/AAAAAAAAACU/woGXHnVLSHY/s1600-h/DSCF1371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251289672849238578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBUIorbKjI/AAAAAAAAACU/woGXHnVLSHY/s400/DSCF1371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(above)Didn't expect one of these Renaults will win the race...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the one in the picture is Fernando Alonso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBUJDKo7AI/AAAAAAAAACc/JjMYr6JVbYQ/s1600-h/DSCF1376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251289679959485442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBUJDKo7AI/AAAAAAAAACc/JjMYr6JVbYQ/s400/DSCF1376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(above) Possibly the noisest and worst performing car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its engines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;were the loudest, but it wasn't as fast. In engineering terms, this is&lt;br /&gt;an inefficient machine. But atleast they were not as cursed as&lt;br /&gt;the Force India team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Over at Pan Pacific Hotel:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBaKu_XPwI/AAAAAAAAADM/XCVI5xL9ovQ/s1600-h/DSCF1567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251296305972985602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBaKu_XPwI/AAAAAAAAADM/XCVI5xL9ovQ/s400/DSCF1567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Comparing both the traffic police and the F1 race car, you can tell&lt;br /&gt;how fast they are. The traffic police looks sharp however the race&lt;br /&gt;car looks blurred off, and i took this when they are both moving.&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBcYcaV7DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/f-Uv7qSqwFM/s1600-h/DSCF1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251298740527295538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBcYcaV7DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/f-Uv7qSqwFM/s400/DSCF1663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBaK25iofI/AAAAAAAAADU/BQ-wHT98MMU/s1600-h/DSCF1574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251296308096049650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBaK25iofI/AAAAAAAAADU/BQ-wHT98MMU/s400/DSCF1574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBaK81JMEI/AAAAAAAAADc/cYmT1Hezgig/s1600-h/DSCF1613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251296309688217666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBaK81JMEI/AAAAAAAAADc/cYmT1Hezgig/s400/DSCF1613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBaK2IHUUI/AAAAAAAAADk/qm1n-dnfWVk/s1600-h/DSCF1603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251296307888738626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBaK2IHUUI/AAAAAAAAADk/qm1n-dnfWVk/s400/DSCF1603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBaLSqzUwI/AAAAAAAAADs/pK-1O873j2E/s1600-h/DSCF1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251296315550421762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBaLSqzUwI/AAAAAAAAADs/pK-1O873j2E/s400/DSCF1627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Grand and beautiful the event may be. There is bound to be ungracious moments, especially among fellow Singaporeans. They were so desperate to go home that they can just knock into you and continue walking away, not apologetic at all, treating as though nothing has happened. My friend was also rather pissed by this person who was trying to ask him to make way. Instead of saying "&lt;em&gt;excuse me&lt;/em&gt;", the guy went "&lt;em&gt;eh..hello..hello..".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There were also a group of foreigners shouting away and making remarks on the way out of Marina Square and walking towards Suntec. You don't come to other people's land and disgrace your own nation, or do you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So what that we have an acheivement to be proud of, when you have people doing stupid little things like that behind that lime light? And possibly creating another "limelight".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Back to the point, i am going to buy the walk-about tickets when F1 comes back to Singapore next year. Spend $40 and you will have a better view, as though you are watching from the grand stands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope next year's race in Singapore will be a wet one. It is when conditions gets tough that you can see how skillful the drivers are. And..it will be another first - The world's first F1 WET night race.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-5870415365079625789?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/5870415365079625789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/5870415365079625789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-and-my-friend-got-glimpse-of-f1-last.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SOBcYbBlpzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vWIhngU8mXE/s72-c/DSCF1307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-2702507466871169435</id><published>2008-09-24T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:00:25.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My skin is shedding off now and now my body looks like a piece of artwork. So aesthetically beautiful and abstract that....yeah... So, i shan't provide any pictures here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting on the brighter side for my band as we have finally recruited a technically astounding drummer. He is loud however. He plays the drum with all his might. New blood brings new life, and new projects. We'll be participating in a year-end gig which i do not have any idea about and the audition is just a month away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my school's final integrated-studio-project coming up in last than 4 weeks time and the audition held at a crapped time like this, i'll need alot more than just red-bulls, &lt;em&gt;ginsengs&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;tongkat-alis...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-2702507466871169435?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/2702507466871169435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/2702507466871169435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-skin-is-shedding-off-now-and-now-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-378908832778112445</id><published>2008-09-21T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:00:57.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunburns are like thousand needles, pricking every page of your skin. And it is what i am experiencing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunburns were inherited as a result of Wednesday's visit to Siloso beach with my classmates. Most of us had very long exposure under extreme sunlight. Some of us were down with fever too. Hopefully there are recovering by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first stepped on to fine sands of the beach, it was like dipping our precious feets into a wok filled with boiling oil. So you can have a rough idea how perfect the weather was on that occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The itch and the pain was so bad that i actually went to see doctor for medication. Yeah..it is driving me nuts. My doctor examined my skin and congratulated that i am lucky to suffer burns without any blisters as it would tentamout to become a 2nd-degree burn, which is somehow quite serious. I am suffering from 1st-degree burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you compare to the weather experienced in the early 90s to the present, its becoming fiercer and much more unpredictable. Sunburns are easily achieved nowadays then the past as the power of the obnoxious weather is able to nullify the defense set up by sun-block lotions. Sigh..what has the once loveable and friendly weather becoming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save the Earth, Save our skin. &lt;/em&gt;(-_-!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-378908832778112445?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/378908832778112445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/378908832778112445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunburns-are-like-thousand-needles.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-4837420719885228189</id><published>2008-09-19T15:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:15:11.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been close to two months since school started. Time to show case some of my art works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsTsxMpYI/AAAAAAAAABU/qDB83uuLsjw/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247657076507583874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsTsxMpYI/AAAAAAAAABU/qDB83uuLsjw/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsT-ZjuhI/AAAAAAAAABc/Qf6-Xi7iA5Y/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247657081240271378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsT-ZjuhI/AAAAAAAAABc/Qf6-Xi7iA5Y/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsUR6V05I/AAAAAAAAABk/c0pebYCR0-8/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247657086478046098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsUR6V05I/AAAAAAAAABk/c0pebYCR0-8/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsUtWRSII/AAAAAAAAABs/B59lI6WdSoc/s1600-h/DSCF1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247657093842946178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsUtWRSII/AAAAAAAAABs/B59lI6WdSoc/s400/DSCF1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsU1EY7wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cpY6XGOtEj8/s1600-h/DSCF0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247657095915433730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsU1EY7wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cpY6XGOtEj8/s400/DSCF0781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNeBXRL34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cktEe61Pu0I/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247641368335736706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNeBXRL34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cktEe61Pu0I/s400/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNeBpKXECI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcuwyjeg1U/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247641373138948130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNeBpKXECI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcuwyjeg1U/s400/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNeCH5wycI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4W-XyLCFrZk/s1600-h/Image106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247641381390830018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNeCH5wycI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4W-XyLCFrZk/s400/Image106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-4837420719885228189?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/4837420719885228189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/4837420719885228189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-close-to-two-months-since.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYahvLe9Sg/SNNsTsxMpYI/AAAAAAAAABU/qDB83uuLsjw/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-7963509224041460056</id><published>2008-08-22T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:31:44.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant understand why it is so hard for a person to say "excuse me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my classmates at Bugis last evening. While being there and on the way to the train platform, i encountered two fellow pedestrians trying to walk past me. One just walk past me knocking my bag and the other one brushing my shoulders while walking past me. Both of them just walked past neither saying "excuse me" at the very first, nor did they apologize there after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so difficult so say "excuse me"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try doing the same thing to a gangster, and see what you will have in return. If you apologize or you say "excuse me", at most they will just stare-stare at you only, better than brush across them or knock them by the shoulders and walking away, of which you will receive beatings in return. And even if you still get beaten up after saying "excuse me" and/or apologized, the beatings you'll receive is definitely lesser than the vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "excuse me". (-_-!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-7963509224041460056?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/7963509224041460056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/7963509224041460056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-understand-why-it-is-so-hard-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-3601331362704400800</id><published>2008-08-10T08:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:12:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been the end of the third week ever since school started. things are going great at the moment. i have a bunch of fun loving folks in my class, and i enjoyed being around with them. for the first time, i felt that school was so much fun. and the other reason being NAFA is different from other schools - there's a lot of freedom. but with freedom given to us, comes discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i feel i need to improve in communicating with people. i always feel left out. i guess i need to talk more and mix around more with my classmates. i need to get this inferiority out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, my band activities has been stopped like for two months already. my main band needs a drummer, and a really good one, but the market looks quite bad, not much drummers out there and i feel kinda bad for not contributing much to the band in terms of drummer hunting as i am over-occupied with school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the other day i talked to kiat, my band leader, he told me he had shortlisted a few drummers. well, things looks promising now for my band. lets hope we can get the right drummer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-3601331362704400800?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/3601331362704400800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/3601331362704400800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-end-of-third-week-ever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-4334260185249902997</id><published>2008-07-21T10:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:28:34.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apologies to those who has been anxiously waiting for my blog updates. I haven't receive any comments in my haloscan yet. But i could feel that there are still visitors to my blog. Your anticipation is much appreciated. i will try to update in a much consistent frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School shall be the topic of the day. Your guess is right, my school starts today. I am studying in NAFA now. To make this idiot-proof, NAFA actually means, Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts. So, don't confuse it with NASA, or even NANA. you know who and what are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enrolled in its Design and Media faculty course, majoring in Advertising Design. Well, its been three years since i last went to school and most probably for that reason, the feeling of uneasiness and uncertainty has caught up with me. Its the same feeling i have on the day i went to Pulau Tekong. Moreover, I can't seem to focus myself yet. My current mental state is like an spoilt camera. The lens doesn't work anymore. It needs a repair, or even an upgrade. I just need sometime to settle in, both physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't undertstand why I have adopted such feelings inside me. I am doing something I like and which i always wanted to do and accomplish. On the other hand, today is also the day i am becoming an over-age student. They are all so freaking younger than me and this just reminds me of my polytechnic days where some of my course mates are older than me quite a few years of age. like when i was 18, they are 24 or 25. Anyway, i am 23 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are still uncertainties ahead, but i will go all the way with all my strength and proof myself to the people who has always doubted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"age is just a number...it doesn't mean anything..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-4334260185249902997?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/4334260185249902997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/4334260185249902997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/07/apologies-to-those-who-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-3025285949058231754</id><published>2008-06-14T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:40:01.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>incredible..i yet have the time to blog these 3 weeks. i shall talk about my band performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who eventually did not make it for my band performance, it was actually a blessing from god. i think that was the worst ever gig i have performed in my years of musicianship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many factors causing all these to happen. firstly, we did not make enough preparation for the gig. we did not have much practice together as a band for the gig. the lacklustre out come of the gig was more of a display of inconfidence and lack of chemistry in the band than the inadequate level of technicality in our musicianship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the other hand, anxiety strikes our nerves when we were on stage. especially the owner of this blog, doing the unexpected and awkward stuff. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, the venue of the gig and the equipments provided is also one of the main culprit in this act. before i proceed to further my explanation on this, i would like to show my heartfelt thanks to all the organizers of this year's event for their efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the selection of the venue was a bad one, not because of the organizers' choice of selection, but because of the management of the venue. according to reliable sources, the management complain about the noise level of the yo-yo competition which took place on the day before our gig, and most importantly which also the official day of opening, which one of the ministers from the parliament was the patron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, since the management has agreed to let the event take place in their turf, they should understand that certain things are unavoidable, like the loud volume of the speakers from the stage area. for events and activities like rock band performance, they will certainly be a level of noise and that if they complain about the noise level, it is perfectly fine and understood. however, even gentle events like yo-yo competition can be complained about being noisy, then why did the management agreed to let the organizers to use their turf at the first place? is it just because the patron was a minister? or just because it is a government supported event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, below par and low output instruments amps was used, moreover at a unbelievable low volume, making most of the bands sound imbalance and like crap. and, hey, we paid and we are not paid - for the gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, this is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, back to my band, looking at the things that we've done, i think we need to do some reflections. its not the time to be sad, depress, or even cry about it. its not the time to cry over the money that we've spent for the gig. what's important is the lessons learnt this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe we will soar to even greater heights as a band. we will come back stronger, bigger and better next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and lets hope it won't take place "there" anymore. (-_-!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-3025285949058231754?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/3025285949058231754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/3025285949058231754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/06/incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-7676913634386103845</id><published>2008-05-16T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:02:45.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My band, BuckleBerry, will be performing in the upcoming Singapore Street Festival. Details are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="366" alt="SSF Emblem" src="http://www.singaporestreetfestival.com/img/ssf-emblem.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;[Singapore Street Festival '08 Street Revolution!] D'J Party (J-Rock &amp;amp; Cosplay)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Location :&lt;/strong&gt; Suntec City Mall Level 1 Outside MNG Boutique (Air conditioned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time :&lt;/strong&gt; 12:30pm - 9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt; 25th May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Programme&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 - [1st Band] Nowplaying&lt;br /&gt;13:15 - [2nd Band] Absinthe&lt;br /&gt;14:00 - [3rd Band] Wk'End Vacancy&lt;br /&gt;14:45 - [4th Band] Rush&lt;br /&gt;15:00 - COSPLAY PARADE!&lt;br /&gt;16:00 - [5th Band] Skyler&lt;br /&gt;16:45 - [6th Band] SectorFive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17:30 - [7th Band] BuckleBerry &lt;-- my band!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:15 - [8th Band] Quis&lt;br /&gt;19:00 - COSPLAY PRIZE PRESENTATION&lt;br /&gt;19:15 - [9th Band] Razzle Play&lt;br /&gt;20:00 - [Closing Band]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys can come down and show us your support. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-7676913634386103845?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/7676913634386103845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/7676913634386103845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-band-buckleberry-will-be-performing.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-5025165522848102903</id><published>2008-04-28T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:51:04.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS!! MY BAND HAS GOTTEN IN TO THE STREET FEST PERFORMANCE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD NEWS!! MAN UTD LOST TO CHELSEA LAST NIGHT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is a busy and tiring one. One with something i called "shag-tivities".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. I attended my NS unit's cohesion activity. We visited the National Archives, Philatelic Museum (where stamps are museum-ized), and the National Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the photo below at the Philatelic Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y147/rhapsodyze/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y147/rhapsodyze/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am wondering if any of you guys, borned or grewed up in the 80s to early 90s still has any memories or this scooter above. It was the scooter that was used to deliver letters back then. The mailing box back then also shares the same design motif as the scooter back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Worked as one of the so-called "production crew" for MayDay's (五月天) "Down to Earth 2008" (五月天回到地球表面) concert. The job was tiring. We have to disemble all the equipments, and bring them back to the truck. The heaviest of all was the Ampeg 8 X 12'' bass amp cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y147/rhapsodyze/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y147/rhapsodyze/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At close to 0100hrs, which is 1:00 am, we finally packed everything back into the truck. Although is was tiring, but i got to watch the concert for free, even though i have to strain my neck and watched the concert from high-hanging projector screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Worked the whole day, from dawn till dusk, then when for my band practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-5025165522848102903?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/5025165522848102903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/5025165522848102903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-news-my-band-has-gotten-in-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-8204060839584804279</id><published>2008-04-21T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:02:19.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i have screwed up my entrance test. My hands were trembling that day. Might be the resultant effect of prolonged isolation from doing artwork. The last time i officially drew something was during my polytechnic final year days. It was a design sketch for the Product Design module. Its like three years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get into NAFA. Its somthing i've always wanted, but only to try acheiving after going a big five-year merry-go-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt something yesterday. Sometimes, small little things that we do, carries big impact on the big picture. When a small thing happens, it would start a chain effect. Theres a chain of connection to everything. Igniting the chain effect is like igniting a long-wired bomb. The fire would go down the the chain, anything laying on the chain catches the fire and it detonates one by one. People wouldn't start taking actions until the aftermath of the explosions affects them or when the effects gets too larger-than-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing goes to the rice prices. Some people just like it. Self-centered bunch of shit. Some countries stop exporting rice completely when they already possessed more than what they can hold on to. And some people would do things to make the rice prices jack even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back here in Singapore, Singaporeans just can't over with the rice we used to eat from the day we were born. The rice that we are consuming now, is the most sought after rice, widely known as the "Royal Thai Rice" in chinese. Interviews done across local TV channels reflected that we Singaporeans cannot live without "RTR", and had gotten used to its taste over the decades and it is difficult for Singaporeans to adapt to other types of rice. Its getting expensive and there are still people wasting "RTR". Well, I've been to China on a few occasions, and has tried the rice there before. Result? it is still rice after all, though the Chinese and Singaporeans consumed different type of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Singaporeans just like to make themselves look like fools on National TV, just like how Americans make themselves look like idiots on American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wake up your fucking idea, fellow Singaporeans !!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-8204060839584804279?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/8204060839584804279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/8204060839584804279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-i-have-screwed-up-my-entrance.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-122518301910141157</id><published>2008-04-19T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:49:58.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its April. Things are..well..things are not really living up to my expectations. I just feel that i cant accomplish tasks properly. There are bound to be hic-cups when it seems smooth-sailing. I've just spoilt the photocopier machine at my workplace in the afternoon. I am beginning to feel that i am always bringing trouble to people wherever i go. i always give people extra chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can somebody explain why i am behaving like that? i really don't mean it. Its living inside me, but i just don't understand. But i will strive to improve, i want to be of a help of others, not a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the morning, i am going for my entrance test at NAFA. Hope my art senses and brain cells are still functioning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-122518301910141157?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/122518301910141157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/122518301910141157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-april.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-6862340766461124934</id><published>2008-03-08T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:45:22.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've completed my NATIONAL SERVICE yesterday. This two years of NS definitely is a valuable experience. I've learned alot of things during this two years, be it in work or life, all thanks to my colleagues and my two wonderful bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad thing is..i am still liable for reservist. As a RP. What an irony. But no matter what, i will miss you guys, my wonderful brothers and sisters in FPB and NSAS, you guys are like family to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-6862340766461124934?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/6862340766461124934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/6862340766461124934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-god.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359023901331407823.post-7154603997790172112</id><published>2008-03-03T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:42:19.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings my dear ones. I am back here blogging again. This blog was abandoned for so bloody long, and i have decided to revive it again. I have deleted my old entries and stuff, so you won't find anything old here, except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog is still not yet completed. In time, there will be more features to come. Meanwhile, let us welcome a new beginning to a new beginning of a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to everybody, my brothers and sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359023901331407823-7154603997790172112?l=0251299.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/7154603997790172112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359023901331407823/posts/default/7154603997790172112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0251299.blogspot.com/2008/03/test.html' title=''/><author><name>nafa 2b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14835820400371537709</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></entry></feed>
