<?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-17099359</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:28:40.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of a melody</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-2964885754106346814</id><published>2009-10-28T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:36:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You can't decide the length of life, but you can control how you want to live it.&lt;br /&gt; You can't control the weather, but you can control your mood.&lt;br /&gt;You can't change your look, but you can smile.&lt;br /&gt;You can't control others, but you can control yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You can't foresee tomorrow, but you can utilize today wisely.&lt;br /&gt; You can't win everything, but you can try your very best to achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone can face the daily life positively and always happy...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2964885754106346814?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/2964885754106346814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=2964885754106346814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2964885754106346814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2964885754106346814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4505017401243673110</id><published>2009-06-30T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:59:25.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perintah Kurantine</title><content type='html'>My Sister is under quarantine from the Health Ministry of Malaysia. She was in contact with a friend  that is H1N1 positive.The news came through the SMS and was told the night of Sunday. On  monday morning, I  had a sore throat. Reminding myself to calm down I called people that I was very much in close contact with and my boss to tell them of my situation. I was paranoid at one stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush to see the doctor, who provided me a letter to for a H1N1 screening. Later I found out that I am clean. The whole ordeal made me realised how fragile life can be. Pray that will be all good as my sister will be qurantine till this friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd July will be my Langkawi trip. Watch out for photos!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I have a BROADBAND INTERNET NOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4505017401243673110?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4505017401243673110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4505017401243673110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4505017401243673110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4505017401243673110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2009/06/perintah-kurantine.html' title='Perintah Kurantine'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-92024291204586722</id><published>2009-06-21T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:05:29.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Box of Chocolates</title><content type='html'>You never know what is inside until you open it. Life, is similar. We will never know the outcome of in life. Last week was one very eventful week. It has changed the course of my life for years to come. I am very thankful to the Almighty Father who has not forsaken me, but in every minute has me in His mind.I have got a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been toying with the idea of starting afresh somewhere. Before I do that I would need a plan and some sort of direction of what I would want to venture to. The plan was to resign from where I am working now by the 2nd week of June.It did not matter to me if I had found a job or not, I just wanted bid farewell to advertising and move on somewhere else. The plan birth over 5 months ago. Next was to talk to people and see where would I fit in, there are countless jobs out there. Management Consulting seems like something that I am interested to venture.So I began sending out my resume to places that I would want to work in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months has passed since, but I have not lose sight of the day I that will pass the "love letter".  Most companies have rejected my resume.I had no where to go. A couple of other advertising firms did called me.At one point I was desperate to just accept whatever they offer me, but reminded myself that I want to move out of the industry, not putting my head in once again. I continue to persevere on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week out of the blue, I received an email for an interview. It was a management consulting firm. There was a list of dates and times that the company is available to interview me. By coincidence, they have a slot on the same day that I am on leave to meet a mate from Melbourne. On Monday I told my boss that I am leaving, the interview was a sign that my time is up and I will need to act on what I have planned 5 months ago. On the day itself, I got a call from that company for a second interview. I was in sheer delight, even if I did not get the offer I feel that God is telling me something. Something of utmost importance. Few days later, I received an offer letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that these events are not by coincidence. God was with me all the way, though silent He never had forgotten about me. Everything was in His perfect timing from the time that I have decided to resign to the interview was in such excellent timing.I did not need to take leave for the interview and God knows that the 2nd week of June was coming up.All praises goes to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I just could not take it, but I was reminded to surrendered my all to Him as He has plans to prosper me and not to harm me.I had to faithful and persevere on and God was faithful to me.This is a reminder to me that His Grace is more than enough and He loves me unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-92024291204586722?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/92024291204586722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=92024291204586722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/92024291204586722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/92024291204586722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2009/06/box-of-chocolates.html' title='A Box of Chocolates'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8304869950326678711</id><published>2009-06-14T11:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:35:06.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravery</title><content type='html'>It takes a lot to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;Requires someone to be focused and single minded,&lt;br /&gt;Never just pure brute force.&lt;br /&gt;Faith to know that the end is desired,&lt;br /&gt;The way it has planned to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it will materialized as I have planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8304869950326678711?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8304869950326678711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8304869950326678711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8304869950326678711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8304869950326678711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2009/06/bravery_14.html' title='Bravery'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-166301675525108501</id><published>2009-04-26T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:03:37.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am into Formula 1</title><content type='html'>I  used find Formula 1 GP racing boring.Back then, F1 to me was a few cars going on a carousel ride. As you know they just go around a track, but in recent months I have learned to love the motor sport. What really made me a fan ? I began to appreciate the sport much more and know in dept about the technicalities of the sport. However,  I am not a real big fan of the constructors. I lean more to a fan of the driver. My current favorite driver would be the youngest F1 driver in the history of Formula 1. Sebastien Vettel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6d/Sebastian_Vettel_2009_Australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 279px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6d/Sebastian_Vettel_2009_Australia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to me he is no ordinary bloke. He is German, like the world's most highly hailed F1 drive of all time - Micheal Schumacher. Born July 3, 1987 , he is an exceptionally driver for his age. A rookie to many but feared by many as many predicts that he will the an upcoming F1 driver that will dominate the F1 sport. He has has a very good run this season winning the Shanghai GP. There were some unfortunate incidents in the Australian and Malaysian GP, but there is consistency in him that people can recognize. Being at the 3rd starting position for tomorrow's Bahrain GP, he will have a lot to prove. I wish that he wins the title.There is a huge chance for him to clinch the title. All in all he needs to be calm and there is a need to have a good tyre and pit shop strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be a nail bitiing race tomorrow as Red Bull is in between the very new Brawn GP and the experience Toyota team. This has been a great F1 season, I bet there is more to come in the races for this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-166301675525108501?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/166301675525108501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=166301675525108501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/166301675525108501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/166301675525108501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-into-formula-1.html' title='I am into Formula 1'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-7565907301623389892</id><published>2009-03-30T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:43:27.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of the past.</title><content type='html'>Gone are the days when I sit home,&lt;br /&gt;Playing computer games all day long,&lt;br /&gt;The clubbing and yam cha nights seems to have disappear,&lt;br /&gt;Playing badminton on a daily basis,&lt;br /&gt;Now only a mere dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season when time was,&lt;br /&gt;Maximum fun and play,&lt;br /&gt;The College days,&lt;br /&gt;Freshman years,&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting Melbourne,&lt;br /&gt;The place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong nights have long gone,&lt;br /&gt;Long supper after badminton cease not to exists,&lt;br /&gt;Doing absolute crazy stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Have not cross my mind in long long time,&lt;br /&gt;Even the simple thing of take time to just relax,&lt;br /&gt;Watching an old movie,&lt;br /&gt;Is in its futile existence.&lt;br /&gt;I am not myself anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell grow up has always been great fun... Just wondering where had all the fun been to ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-7565907301623389892?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/7565907301623389892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=7565907301623389892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/7565907301623389892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/7565907301623389892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2009/03/bit-of-past.html' title='A bit of the past.'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-1377799325082802532</id><published>2009-03-16T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:09:36.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer is Bad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/Sb5PUNVSxOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/O8nEXQX2YR4/s1600-h/beerisbad.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 593px; height: 602px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/Sb5PUNVSxOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/O8nEXQX2YR4/s400/beerisbad.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313771818938713314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-1377799325082802532?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/1377799325082802532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=1377799325082802532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1377799325082802532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1377799325082802532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2009/03/beer-is-bad.html' title='Beer is Bad!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/Sb5PUNVSxOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/O8nEXQX2YR4/s72-c/beerisbad.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4108402040465009494</id><published>2009-03-05T23:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:14:23.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's ahead?</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year has passed more than a month ago. Month of March is here and I am on pondering on what is next? I was looking forward to yesterday 3 weeks back. Yesterday has passed. On a random note, Jason Mraz really rocked the stage, the performance was great. He is more than just a singer and a songwriter. He is an entertainer! However, I had to make a complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stadium is hot as an oven! There wasn't any air conditioning and I was sweating through the whole concert. It was rather uncomfortable but Jason Mraz knew how to capture my attention away from the scourging heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to the question. I kinda find myself stuck. I dont know why! Perhaps I am just thinking too much about the future. Future refers to my job, my carreer. Feeling like a sailboat lost in the sea, still afloat but no where to head.. Circumstances around me seems to always work against me. The timing never fails to be right.The whole economic situation are making things bleak for me. It is so hard to find something that I want to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I am being too ambitious, but I guess it is something to start with.I really need to have a short time off to think about it once again.Maybe God is preparing me for something much bigger than I expect it to be. Patience is a virtue! It really is I guess. Holding on is not as easy as it seems but it will better than I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should enjoy every minute of the journey, one day I will look back miss it. I need to learn to  convert every negative moment to be more of a positive moment.Would need to train myself to turn things around or else it is going to be difficult for me later on in life. Alright I do not want to bore people will all my rantings. I will speak in a different light the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"There are so many opportunities around you, Imagine just capturing one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4108402040465009494?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4108402040465009494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4108402040465009494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4108402040465009494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4108402040465009494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-ahead_05.html' title='What&apos;s ahead?'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-5690242774947707658</id><published>2009-02-01T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:54:41.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CMYK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bmpress.co.uk/bmpress/cmyk-print1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.bmpress.co.uk/bmpress/cmyk-print1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stands for Cyan, Magenta, Yellow and Black. It is the 4 process colours in print. These 4 colours mix together will form the other million of colors you see in a print advertisement. They are simply 4 colours but every colour plays a role in forming other colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it is the same when you go through life.There are periods of your life when you need some Magenta to spice things up, some dull Cyan moments, Yellow moments that you will always remember and dark Black moments when you are totally lost.Something in life are inevitable but there are things in life that we do have control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not as easy task dealing with your own emotions.At times, they governed everything about you.No matter what the difficulties are there are numerous ways that we can control emotions.Negative emotions are the ones that are most destructive and annoying. They are like a poison that kills a persons self-esteemed slowly.A simple solution is always try to be more optimistic about your circumstances, down all the positive things to your mind and do not download the negative ones.Easier said that done, but if you want to be in control you need to be able to learn to stand firm with your positive emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Colours are mixed for a beautiful purpose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-5690242774947707658?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/5690242774947707658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=5690242774947707658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5690242774947707658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5690242774947707658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/01/cmyk.html' title='CMYK'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8524982374508708675</id><published>2009-01-03T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:21:35.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Oh Oh Nein</title><content type='html'>The new year have arrived and last year is written as history. Its a time to start a new page in the history books.Things have moved so fast last year. I realised that I have missed so many things.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that 2009 would be a good year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something that does not stagnate and move to greater levels of achievement. Oh well , I guess lets see what 2009 have the bring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8524982374508708675?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8524982374508708675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8524982374508708675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8524982374508708675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8524982374508708675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-oh-oh-nein.html' title='Too Oh Oh Nein'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8274685240343510132</id><published>2008-10-08T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:30:18.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who</title><content type='html'>is another year older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently busy so can't update much and my internet at home can't even beat a 56 k modem in terms of speed.Heck it......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8274685240343510132?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8274685240343510132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8274685240343510132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8274685240343510132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8274685240343510132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-who.html' title='Guess who'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8335419135142979193</id><published>2008-08-08T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:26:58.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisions</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt so trapped. Lost.Uncertain. Situations where you have to make decisions but,  you can't seems to make up your mind on certain decisions. Every turn is a dead end. The light at the end of the tunnel was never an exit, just the headlights of an on coming train.I do, at times feel that I am head on to oblivion.Undecided about the things around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not overly emotional, just that there are things that I need to sort and it have been bordering me.I beginning to lose my motivation in my work. I dread to go to work almost everyday. There have been so much drama that is going on at work. At times I wonder why did I sign up for all these unnecessary drama.I will not go into details here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the opening ceremony for the Olympics 2008, was spectacular. The amount of people that participated in the event was just breath taking.Well for the country of China human resource is never a problem. I only was able to see 12 over minutes of the opening ceremony, it was already spectacular. The only event that will catch my attention would be badminton. I truly wish that our shutters will deliver a gold medal in this Olympics.It would be wonderful to finally grab a Gold medal once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shout out to Stuart Gomez of the Australian Badminton Team. Will be supporting you all the way. I know that it is kinda sad you have to face Eli on the preliminaries.Do your best!!!!! Let God do the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read his profile &lt;a href="http://www.olympics.com.au/Athletes/TheTeam/tabid/343/Athletes/TheTeam/tabid/344/Default.aspx?cId=26071&amp;amp;teamId=32"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8335419135142979193?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8335419135142979193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8335419135142979193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8335419135142979193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8335419135142979193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreams.html' title='Indecisions'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8581883363718746979</id><published>2008-07-26T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:46:06.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count His Blessings</title><content type='html'>Its been another grueling week of work again. As usual running up and down getting things done.Thats my job, but it is all good.Hence explains why I have not been able to find time to update my blog. Looking back, the coming month of August would be my 5th month working in ONM. Seems like its been forever and things are not getting any easier as my boss is monitoring less and expects me to explain every detail to him.I really learn a lot the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda upset last night. All because I wasted two and half hours doing nothing in the office when I wanted to go to church.The supplier took his own sweet time to come to my office and collect the materials from me.So thankful that the projects are out of the way.That project is seriously long overdue as clients keep on making changes to it. Stepping into the lift, letting out a huge breath of relieve, still I was kinda upset about the day. How things went and could have been done in a better way. Therefore I decided to have a very "sinful" dinner. Ramly burger special and indo mee double mata kerbau. It was a very unhealthy meal but very satisfying.Simple something but yet very satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all often want more out of this life that we are living. However, we never stop and count our blessing. Often, we ask God to bless us and bless even more when we have more than enough.Even in my own walk with God I realised I have thank Him enough.Most of the time in my prayers I ask for things and blessing. Not knowing that His Grace is more than sufficient for me.I got to start counting my blessings and glorify Him always.I am so blessed in many different ways and I am more than thankful for the things He has blessed me.The simple things in life that He has poured out to me is just so wonderful.Little things but it bring big joy in my life.Things like being able to wake up every morning is already something to praise God about.In which we sometimes do not realised how God have bless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the weekends.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8581883363718746979?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8581883363718746979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8581883363718746979' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8581883363718746979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8581883363718746979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/07/count-his-blessings.html' title='Count His Blessings'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-3398530381363779057</id><published>2008-06-29T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:19:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Dawning</title><content type='html'>Nights of Fire, was totally awesome. 8 very powerful nights of God's visitation.God's fire really rain down in church and it was filled with the Holy Spirit.People who was wheeled in wheelchairs, walked out of church without the need of being wheeled in a wheelchair. Testimonies after testimonies that testify of His grace and mercy.People were healed and the level of faith has  up a whole new level.People are so hungry that every night was jammed packed with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His timing is perfect and God prepared me for the worst news.Ashley is with someone.God has revealed it to me the third night of the nights of fire.I just did not believe in the revelation. However, God has moved me to another new level of intimacy with Him. I was filled with bitterness and rage when she confessed to me.God intervened and reminded me of the Serenity Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; courage to change the things I can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Living one day at a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Enjoying one moment at a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Accepting hardship as the pathway to peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Taking, as God does, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Trusting that God will make all thing right if I surrender to his will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I may be reasonably content in this life and supremely happy with Him in the next."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I rather surrender and prefer His will in my life.I have been wrestling with God.Its time to stop and fully live my life in faith.Is been a week, I have never felt so happy, joyful and peaceful.Everything around me just swings 180 degrees. I feel no shame, no guilt, no pain and no bitterness.It all happened for His glory.I just hunger more and more for His word in my life and to build my faith to a whole another new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take this time to thank these persons who have been there to talk, listen and mentor me in my toughest season in my life :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, Dad, Sis, Syed Ibrahimsha,Bernard Lim,Carol Chee, Christine Hartono,Michelle Lim, Sarah Lim, Timmy Lai, Sern Liang, We-Ki, Eu gene, Kenneth Chan, Li Wun , Yu Yee , Andrea Chong and Grace Chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very big thank you to all of you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-3398530381363779057?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/3398530381363779057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=3398530381363779057' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3398530381363779057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3398530381363779057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-day-dawning.html' title='A New Day Dawning'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-7765098448992483314</id><published>2008-06-19T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:26:54.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. A to the Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I am huge fan of Jason Mraz. His new album launch not too ago titled " We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things".I would say the album is a bit out of his ordinary style.Still, he always have fresh new sound. Here is a song from him in his latest album - Lucky, a duet with Colbie Caillat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSm7UUSdWOA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSm7UUSdWOA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His other hit single I'm Yours....  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdrian.Kok%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt; 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I mean bruised. My left hip are swollen and bruised . My right butt cheek hurts.I cant make sudden movement while I walk or it is going to hurt.Seriously I don't think I should have signed up for the Corbis Futsal Inter Ad Agency Futsal Tournament.Man those guys are like rugby players.Its just Futsal.I just played 3 rounds and I am dead. Like I was riding a bike and a truck ran over me. Gosh! I got no idea how and I going to work tomorrow.Let alone today, I just wanted to kneel down and pray i can't even do so.I am so not going to play any futsal like ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/SFXFfMmTxmI/AAAAAAAAASg/thUnmi8ETNU/s1600-h/P1030389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/SFXFfMmTxmI/AAAAAAAAASg/thUnmi8ETNU/s320/P1030389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212289283499738722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It going to be an exciting week ahead. Firstly, it would be Nights of Fire. No its not a movie. It's time where the church is called to be refreshed and seek a fresh anointing  for every member  of the church.I want to be a part of this revival that God wants to pour out, I want not just another event with God.I want to fellowship with Him and be in the process.The challenging part would getting there on time.Its starts at 8.00 pm and it will run every night for the next whole week.I really pray that I am able to get off work early to go for the nightly service.Secondly, I will be attending the long overdue basic doctrine classes that I always wanted to go. Its going to be a great 2 weeks ahead, in spite of everything that has happened. God is good and He has been faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Dad thank for the last 23 years.I know it was not a good start for us, but still it is never too late. The first shopping experience with just you and me was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I miss............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2863609505427262406?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/2863609505427262406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=2863609505427262406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2863609505427262406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2863609505427262406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/06/painful-weekend.html' title='Painful Weekend'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/SFXFfMmTxmI/AAAAAAAAASg/thUnmi8ETNU/s72-c/P1030389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-9221233589016768987</id><published>2008-06-13T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:49:18.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the right to bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHnisZ1dB-M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHnisZ1dB-M&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;Im not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Im just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im more than a bird...Im more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;About a home Ill never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd...but dont be naive&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed...but wont you concede&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away...away from me&lt;br /&gt;Its all right...you can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;Im not crazy...or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;Im not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men werent meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Inside me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, inside me&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Im only a man&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;And its not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a perfect person, but I am willing to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I miss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-9221233589016768987?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/9221233589016768987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=9221233589016768987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9221233589016768987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9221233589016768987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-right-to-bleed.html' title='I have the right to bleed'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-2935083382903709028</id><published>2008-05-30T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:03:00.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Finite Mind</title><content type='html'>8.00 am.It was time to get up.No, I stayed in bed till 8.42 am. Yet again I did not have a good sleep last even after my blood test was released.Gosh! I really don't know what is going on. I kept on praying I just don't know what to do anymore.All the events that had occur in the past 1 months has been very trying times for me. Till today, I could not understand why these things has happened.I am not bitter over it, I want to fix it.Just don't know where to start and how to get it fixed.Been trying to ask less question. Man seriously not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I did for at least and hour before I got up.It's been a long while since I got up so late.One thing I realized that happened to people is, we fall then pick ourself up to fall again. That's life ya.However, we can never seem to understand why things has to happened the way it shouldn't. Now we can guess and assume.In our finite mind we can never understand.Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is "Infinity" or in mathematical terms "Incomprehensible Data". Thats what many experts in theology believes and argues. Read the article to know more :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That God is infinite means that He is not limited in any way. There is no way to measure any of His characteristics, for all of His attributes are without bounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because God is infinite, He is also incomprehensible. Psalm 145:3 tells us that God's "greatness is unsearchable," which means we will never be able to fully grasp all of what He is. We may understand some of what He is, but we can never come close to wrapping pea brains around his infinite greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That God's attributes are infinite really just means that God himself—his nature—is infinite. As finite creatures, we can only begin to grasp this by separately considering the unlimited nature of the various attributes. So we look at God's infinity in relation to time and call it God's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eternity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, in relation to space and call it His  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immanence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transcendence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  We call His infinite knowledge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omniscience,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and his infinite ability &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omnipotence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. By looking at each of these separately, what it means that our God is wholly infinite becomes just a little bit clearer for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In thinking of God's infinity in relationship to all of His attributes, we need to go beyond just thinking about them as boundless amounts of a certain characteristic, but also to think of them as unlimited in quality. All of God's attributes belong to him in perfection and without defect. His goodness, for instance, is not only boundless in quantity, filling the earth and beyond, but it is also of boundless quality. As with all his other attributes, God's goodness is perfect. It cannot be added to or improved upon; it is always expressed flawlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does God's infinity mean to us? It means, for one thing, that God is completely other. There is no one else like Him and no one to compare Him to. He is so different from what we are that we can only grasp bits of what He is. We can never hold him in our minds in a complete way. The right response to Someone so far beyond what we are and what we know can only be awe and worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It also means that the aspects of his character that He shares with us will never run out. John tells us, "For of His fullness we have all received, and grace upon grace." Because God is infinite, His fullness is of the never ending sort. There is always more for us. The grace we receive is exchanged for more grace, in a never ending cycle of grace upon grace. We should be confident in (and extremely thankful for!) God's never-to-end, never-to-run out, always-more-in-abundance fullness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;I will extol You, my God, O King;&lt;br /&gt;And I will bless Your name forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;Every day I will bless You,&lt;br /&gt;And I will praise Your name forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised;&lt;br /&gt;And His greatness is unsearchable.&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 145:1-3 NKJV)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a lot of time at work today, even when I have a TVC coming up. Its weird to be free and doing nothing but chatting.Still, there is a lot to clutter in mind.I guess God is slowly cleaning it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S : I miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2935083382903709028?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/2935083382903709028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=2935083382903709028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2935083382903709028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2935083382903709028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/05/finite-mind.html' title='A Finite Mind'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-1200277988242946969</id><published>2008-05-10T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:43:21.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Point</title><content type='html'>As you all know that I am going through a rough season.A season that I have never encounter before. I never felt so painful and bitter about myself and everything around me.Everything was just too sudden for me and I just cannot hold myself or my head up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken by the noises of my sister preparing herself for the day, the first thing that came into my mind was her face.How lovely Ashley was and how much I miss her.I was reluctant to get out of bed on a Saturday morning. I had to go to work.Before anything ,I prayed.I teared.Then I walked into my sister's room.Planning on complaining that she has been a bit noise just now.As often as it is, I never find her in there.However something caught my blurry vision, some figure on the table. I walked closer to find lots of photos of her friends and montage of it.Looking at it for a mere seconds, I walk towards the window.Looking out, though there is nothing to see.I ask God "What is your will in my life?" Letting out a big sigh, I kicked a box that was stacked with a items which all fell in the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plies of Korean drama Dvds , anime comics and a bible was seen in the stacked up items.As I was clearing it, a familiar book caught my eyes. Immediately I know something is going to happened.It was a book written by Joshua Harris which titled "Boy Meets Girl". A sequel to his other book "I Kissed Dating Goodbye". In which I had borrowed it to Ashley.The thing is this book was written in the year 2000.I have seen this book many times at the bookstore.Somehow or rather I never picked it up.Staring front page of the book, I asked "God, What do you mean? Say hello to courtship?" I am in a position of a separation and you want me to court?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still find it very peculiar. My sister hardly reads Christian books.Having said that, she never read one before.How did this book fell into her hands is a puzzling thought. Lying on my bed, I started to read the book.Since I never had the chance to read about it.Reading the pages things began to manifest in me.I was just merely 6 pages and tears were flowing.Reading through page 23, kneel on my keens and prayed.This is what Joshua Harris wrote in his book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There in darkness I started to cry.I wasn't mad at Rachel, I wasn't bitter. I cried because I knew God was behind it all. He was the one who had closed the door on a relationship with Rachel and He'd done it for my good.I was overwhelmed by the thought that the God of the universe was willing to be involve in the details of my life - that He'd be willing to reach down and shut the door that He didn't want me to walk through.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still crying, I began to thank Him " I don't understand , but I thank You," I said."I don't understand but I know that You are good.I don't understand but I know You're taking this away because You have something better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Praying the same prayer as Joshua did. I cried, I felt the joy and peace flowing in me.At that moment I knew it was the the turning point of  a painful chapter in my life. I need to stop trusting in myself, and asked God to do his will in me.Thank you all who had comforted me and supported me.I know it has also been unpleasant on your side as some of you were so worried about me.Thank you again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you, but I have to be obedient to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/17099359-1200277988242946969?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/1200277988242946969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=1200277988242946969' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1200277988242946969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1200277988242946969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/05/turning-point.html' title='Turning Point'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4639179069126524797</id><published>2008-04-09T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:41:32.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ogilvy Journey..</title><content type='html'>I started work on the 10th of March 2008. My first real job.Ogilvy &amp;amp; Mather, ONM for short is my company. I am pretty surprised myself to land on this job. Having the impression that advertising agency are relatively quite hard to get it. Been on the job for a month, still there is no regrets joining the company. My client is CIMB, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s top commercial and consumer bank. My position is an Account Executive. The misconception is that people thinks I am work with finance and account related department of the company. In actual fact I don’t. In a nutshell, I am like a project manager. I manage an advertising account by communicating what the client wants to the various departments in Ogilvy. Making sure that, timelines in the production of various advertisements are on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well you might have noticed that I have changed my blog template. I was pretty sick with the old one already and wanted something fresh. Took me sometime to work on this, I am no genius in web design. The banner picture is not taken form a web site or something like that. It was take in the tunnel in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Joshua Chan a mate of mine took the picture with his DSLR. I really like the picture not because of the clarity of the picture and green colored background. Rather, the picture speaks of a tale about life and its melodies. See we all know that many artists earn a living with their instruments. Most of them are big earners. However, some still enjoy music and the simple things in live that means much more. Live life to the fullest, that’s what I see in the picture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been catching up on a lot of movies these days, spending big money in buying DVDs. I don’t mind watching more but have no idea what good movies to watch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22;"&gt;Any suggestions?? Help me out please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4639179069126524797?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4639179069126524797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4639179069126524797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4639179069126524797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4639179069126524797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/04/ogilvy-journey.html' title='The Ogilvy Journey..'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-7553089412502198064</id><published>2008-02-25T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:19:41.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing me a new tune.</title><content type='html'>Boredom is like trying to figure out algebra.Getting around it, is never an easy task. Once you get around it, it may or may not return.Bored to my wits, I seriously can't find leisure in surfing the Internet for hours.Unlike others.Here I am in edge of two worlds. Being an unemployed and being an employed. A distant line draws between them. Pondering thoughts of what will it be in the real world, lingers on my head on a daily basis.As far as I am concern, I am pretty stuck.In a sense that I can't even comprehend.Now, life back home has not been lived to what I have expected it to be or is it me that is having my expectations.Reminiscing the time in Melbourne constantly is not helping the state I am in.Torn apart by 2 different worlds.It hard not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that life here sucks is really an understatement.Perhaps have I made a mistake returning home.Now, adapting the life back here its not as easy as I thought it would.I kind of forgotten an essential part life that had changed. My circle of friends are now all out there building their careers.This where I confused myself with.Is it that they are busy ? Maybe the distance that separated us has drawn our friendship further.Boggles me at times what actually happened. I can never bring back the good old days. However, I am sure that there is a reason for it.Making new friends aren't that hard after all.Its a different ball game now I suppose that I am attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance relationship.I got to say that, its a curse.Perhaps one that have been with me for a while.As a matter of fact it is happening now. Then comes the famous "But why?" question.I can't comprehend why do I have to go through it when I thought that it will never happened ever again.Its a challenge and a struggle for two hearts that are join in a distance.Its a never ending quest to save oneself from the torturing distance and agonizing pain.The simple thing we used to share were the best.An example of that is going to get weekly groceries. It was not a routine but a moment that we shared. Will this end up well depends on what God has in planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't used badminton as an escape like I used to in Melbourne.In reality, some tricks does not work twice.As emotional as I may sound,  I am not at the edge of it.Merely trying to understand my situation now. I was particularly neutral about this. Recent events and thoughts turned the table.Its not an inaudible melody. I guess slowly things will recover.So sing me a new tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-7553089412502198064?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/7553089412502198064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=7553089412502198064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/7553089412502198064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/7553089412502198064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/02/sing-me-new-tune.html' title='Sing me a new tune.'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-2957097023750653015</id><published>2008-02-11T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:39:59.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of the Land Down Under.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exactly 2 years and 1 day ago. Zipping up my very puffed up luggage. I was all ready. Ready to set off to an adventure of my life.I was filled with mixed feelings, as I know I will miss the things here at home but there is no turning back any more.Dropping my luggage at the check in counter. I was in sheer excitement. I had expectations of the days to come , good and glorious ones. As I wave goodbye and see my family and friend face to face for one last time.Exchanging hugs and goodbyes, I was not in tears but I was blessed that some one was there. As I travelled  down the escalator, waving goodbye. I look forward to everything that is ahead of me. Melbourne was my destination.Leaving behind KL International Airport and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 2 years ago.Now graduated.The memories of Melbourne will never be forgotten.The times of joy and sadness I could remember ever bit of it.I was saying goodbye to some of my friends just yesterday night sparked all these memories. "How nice would it be like all over again?" , I thought to myself. Reality is , it will never happened again. Melbourne, was not just a place where I finished my undergraduate university studies.It was a place of learning and knowing new people.Melbourne were the build block to sculpt my character. I wondered "How would life has been without Melbourne?". It was a great time being there and I will never forget the people and Land Down Under.Thank you Melbourne......It has been great being with ya mate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2957097023750653015?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/2957097023750653015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=2957097023750653015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2957097023750653015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2957097023750653015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2008/02/memoirs-of-land-down-under.html' title='Memoirs of the Land Down Under.'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-2227879277471002327</id><published>2007-12-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:08:51.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curtain Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A ray of light travels at 1,079,252,848.8 km per hour. I reckon time travels fast too. Folks it is the end of the year. 2007 is at it's end. Still last year did not seems like it was a million years ago what more the year 2007 itself.I still can recall my what happened last Christmas eve and a whole lot more.Looking back at some of the blog post that I have written, something struck me. I was constantly ranting about how atrocious life was back then.Partly because, I was very insecure then.It does prove one thing though.Things have changed.The very reason for me to stop and ponder the past serves that I grown out of it.Yes! I did laugh at myself wondering why have I been so silly and a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I was a fool to think that the only to solve all my atrocious life lies in a relationship.One can argue the fact that it make your life a whole lot better.However, it might not be the right time for you to be in one.Moreover, ready to a part of one.I was thankful that I have the sane mind not to be in a relationship in a hasty manner back early this year.I thank God that for the wisdom or it would be very likely I would have been a fool again.Hurting myself along with others was really not my cup of tea.Also I was in a depression during that period which could have been the major factor of my folly.There on, I met someone.Some so made not smiles but laughter.Ashley filled my life with the exceeding abundance.I waited and God honoured it.Baby, the past 6 months was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, this year was filled with the usual ups and downs.However, I would say 2007 was a heck of a good year.Joy was in such an abundance that I had to share it.I felt loved by friends and my dearest.His grace was abundance along with His mercy.What else could I ask for? Life was never about how you have started or how is it going to end.Its a process, where the process is the one thing that will underpin what a life that you have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planet Uni (University Ministry of Planet Shakers) Camp was one of the breaking point for me.I renewed not just my faith but my life. Before that, badminton was the only thing that really kept me going.Drowned by notion that badminton would kept me alive could have drowned me further into believe that I was the only key for survival.Badminton was my drug as it were to suppress my sorrows.Later on, my attendance to Urban Life had me realised that I am actually morphing into an nominal Christian. My utmost sincere thank you to Aaron for inviting me to Urban Life as it was life changing and Hau Wei who not only gave me a lift to and back from Caufield but also your guidance as brother in Christ.My "pilgrimage" to Hillsong Conference open the floodgates to my life.Every session was jaw breaking and heart wrenching. It really made a mess out of my life in a positive manner I would say.It launched me to another dimension in my life. A chapter that I will never forget. God was faithful all the way and He was just waiting for the right season.Its all good and I loving God much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all.I can boldly say that my skills for badminton has improved.Not leaps a bounds but its way much better where I left off last year.Now at least I can have a better game.Even if I am not in my best form.I still can enjoy the game thoroughly.Again, I have to thank the dedication of my coach Ajie Sindoro, who used to train under Rexy Mainaky and is the best mens doubles specialist in Oceania region.His guidance gave me an upper edge in my game.I miss the training that he has me do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt I have graduated.Studies this year has been awesome.As the saying goes "Study smart , don't study hard" very much applies to my style of studying.My freshman years are something that I am not very proud of.Then, I was horrible at everything that has to do with academics.Not really a natural talent for studies.A few distinction and credits in my results just motivates me more to achieve in my academic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I made some resolution for myself and I am proudly to announce that I have achieve 5 out of the 6 resolution that I have for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Graduate - Like DUHH&lt;br /&gt;2) Win at least one of the Badminton Tourney - Monash Closed Men Doubles Champion&lt;br /&gt;3)Able to run 6 KM - I am still stuck at 4 KM (Failed)&lt;br /&gt;4) Grow more bulkier - Indeed I have&lt;br /&gt;5) Be Happier - I am :P&lt;br /&gt;6) Mature in every single way - Getting old some it is timely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed with all that I have achieved  so much this year.I want to thank my baby,friends, parents and God.For all the support , care and love that all of you have lavished on me.I am so thankful that it has been an awesome year.Currently it is 3 am and I don't have the time to think of 2008's resolution.Will post it on the next post. Good nite and Good Bye 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2227879277471002327?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/2227879277471002327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=2227879277471002327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2227879277471002327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2227879277471002327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/12/curtain-call.html' title='The Curtain Call'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8062006021801807172</id><published>2007-12-23T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:05:10.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of a Chapter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 Continents,&lt;br /&gt;2 Countries,&lt;br /&gt;A home,&lt;br /&gt;A Foreign Land,&lt;br /&gt;4 Campuses,&lt;br /&gt;Cans of Red Bull,&lt;br /&gt;Midnight lamps that never cease to dim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little tale of me.For once,I can say I made it.My convocation on the December 18th 2007 marks not just my success but God's faithfulness.The joy of dressing up in my academic gown drawn all over my face.Though, I know very well that this is not the end of everything but the start of many new things.The knowledge I gain will be the projector of my careers in the days to come.Monash University has its flaws, again what system has no flaws? I do thank the university for the best they have given me.I also want to thank friends, classmates, my family and God for everything had been made perfect by all of you.I would say I did not started well during my freshman years.Things got a rough along the way.However, I did not lose hope and spur on.I now believe that nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, less on the emotional side of things. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/2131647211_2bc0da9d41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/2131649987_744fee442c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/2131649987_744fee442c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2398/2132425608_80cd302e08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2398/2132425608_80cd302e08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2130043301_8e97538623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2130043301_8e97538623.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2158/2130043281_14c853a145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2158/2130043281_14c853a145.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/2130820636_ac32d6c0c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/2130820636_ac32d6c0c8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2324/2130042031_da1ece8bb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2324/2130042031_da1ece8bb9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/2130032797_a63a6a9dd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/2130032797_a63a6a9dd4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8062006021801807172?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8062006021801807172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8062006021801807172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8062006021801807172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8062006021801807172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-chapter.html' title='The End of a Chapter.'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/2132399516_a9fbcd17a0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-3963664319184696118</id><published>2007-12-05T04:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:13:09.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Estactic</title><content type='html'>It's quite obvious when a person is done with exams forever. Yes I have finally made it. My final semester is over and done with. Results are released and I have indeed go through the thick and thin.Relived of assignments and examination pressure seems to be an odd feeling.The thing is i have been stuck with it too long till it has become very apart of me.Besides, I am not complaining about my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have asked me "So? What are you up to?" . Well I would say that I am quite a slob with an intention to be one. Once my eyes are wide open, I jump on the sofa and sitting there literally for countless hours with a little black box called a PS2.Playing to my hearts content.Also, my never ending quest to be the best in my badminton, fuel me to spend more time training on it.A very big thanks to Kenneth Chan who purchase the PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, I merely have 1 or 2 months more to enjoy before I start my being a man (Still very much a kid). Busting my ass to earn a living.Again, a chapter of my life has ended and a new one starts.I am still deciding am I to stay on in Melbourne or go home to Kuala Lumpur.A tough one to call I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for now my job title is : SLOB...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-3963664319184696118?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/3963664319184696118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=3963664319184696118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3963664319184696118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3963664319184696118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-estactic.html' title='I&apos;m Estactic'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-5245807034805598621</id><published>2007-11-12T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:00:10.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final 12...</title><content type='html'>It's 12 hours more to my final paper and I am blogging.I never felt so pressured before ever in an examination as I am usually quite cool and compose.I do panic, but seems that I am getting frenzy-ly panic over a unit that is not all that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus...Lord provide me with the focus!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get through this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-5245807034805598621?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/5245807034805598621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=5245807034805598621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5245807034805598621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5245807034805598621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/11/final-12.html' title='The final 12...'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-1549100151886347572</id><published>2007-10-23T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:57:12.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsongs Conference 2007</title><content type='html'>About 2 months ago I set my journey to the great metropolitan city of Sydney to be a delegate of Hillsongs Confrence 2007.It exceeded my expectations, I am  awestruck by everything God has blessed the church and Christians.My little journey started on the 2nd of July 2007.I woke up a t 5.30 to get ready and head to Melbourne airport where I will board a plane to Sydney.Together with Ashley we travel from Clayton to the Southern Cross Station by train and then a the Sky bus to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon landing, I took some marvelous picture of the Metropolitan of Sydney which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to, a backpackers lodge in the city called YHA.After settling down I made my jouney to the Acer Arena in Olympic Park which was the venue of the conference.The train system in Sydney is nothing compared to Melbourne.It is utterly confusing, more than that the trains aren't that clean and they are extremely dodgy.I was shocked to see that as I always pictured that Sydney in all its glory would have a something better than what Melbourne has.I was there early and there were heaps of people lining up and stuff like that.I was too lining up to get my ticket that was lost in the mail replaced.I stood there more more than one and half hours before I actually got my tickets.The first night rally has already started and I was still queuing up to  get my tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I contacted Ashley and  we proceed to the public queue that was open to everyone.Once I stepped into the arena.I was awestruck, not by the spirit but by the ammount of people that was in that arena.I was packed full.There were like a lot of people and I think it was around 20,000 people who were there.The cut things short here are the videos of what happened on 5 day of conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 : Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WsYmOHUjRhE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WsYmOHUjRhE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eS4D7Y3MRM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eS4D7Y3MRM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tnqOD5A8GrU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tnqOD5A8GrU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIB4vyCvQ6I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIB4vyCvQ6I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ie-Rp9gT2GM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ie-Rp9gT2GM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference was more than just an eye opener.It was very powerful.I am just speechless for words every time a speaker goes up on the stage and speak.I have been changed.Its not all hype but truly I have been different.It is marvelous to be apart of the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures, please visit my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blurryd/"&gt;flickr &lt;/a&gt;site..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-1549100151886347572?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/1549100151886347572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=1549100151886347572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1549100151886347572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1549100151886347572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/07/hillsongs-conference-2007.html' title='Hillsongs Conference 2007'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-9144205152057531701</id><published>2007-10-16T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:42:19.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast!!</title><content type='html'>Yonex Armortech 700 by far is the most used racket by professionals today.Living legends like  Lin Dan, Markis Kido, Tong Gunawan, Chandra Wijiaya and Lee Wan Wah choose this racket as their choice of weapon. The head heavy balance does not just make it a powerful racket but a beast! It's great racket that has proven to be one of the best.Many have commented that it will be one that will uphold the racket of the century after the previous Yonex Carbonex series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gift for my birthday and Yonex no longer produce this racket in this colour any more. Below are some pictures of the beast!! It is an awesome racket!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/1569440704_c9cc16fcf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/1569440704_c9cc16fcf7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2064/1569427810_a5134384a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2064/1569427810_a5134384a7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2279/1569423838_cce2f4e18e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2279/1569423838_cce2f4e18e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-9144205152057531701?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/9144205152057531701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=9144205152057531701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9144205152057531701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9144205152057531701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/10/beast.html' title='The Beast!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/1569440704_c9cc16fcf7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-39950110476802268</id><published>2007-10-08T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:38:27.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double 2's</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Me!!! I am 22 already. It has been a year since and I am no longer a kid.Oh well, time flies and we all go older.I been a while since I updated my blog.That's right a long while.Basically, one word summaries it all. I am "Lazy".Hence there are no updates, simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have asked me "How do you feel being 22?". Now that's a good question! Most of the time I would answer "I don't know, feels the same". However, having a good thought at it does give me an basic idea of what have changed in me in the past year or so.Significantly I personally think that my relationship with God has gone to another whole new level. I owe it to a lot of people who had nurtured me.My parents, church , Urban Life members , Hau wei my leader and Ashley.I boldly say that because I have found position on Him and claim His promises in my life.So far, I know that He has been faithful to me and in faith I believe in Him who has sustained me till this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely thank all my friends that that stood by me till this very day.It is an honour being your friends with you (You know who you are).God has bless me with wonderful and understanding parents. Parents who are also able to provide me with everything that I need.Also, God has bless me with a wonderful girlfriend Ashley, who has been understanding and faithful.She is too my support when I fall and has been awesome girlfriend to me.Love ya baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd of October 2007, was a quiet but a very eventful day for me.The night before me and Ash has dinner at Mexican Cantina which one of the worst dinner I had.The dinner too so long to be served and we were rushing to a movie - Rush Hour 3.The next day me and Ash drove to Melbourne Sport and Aquatic Centre (MSAC) to collect my birthday present.It was a racket- Yonex Armortech 700 old colour which is no longer in production and it is used but World Champion such as Peter Gade and Lin Dan.Thank Baby!!! Upon collecting the racket I was able to meet Aji Sindoro who is an Indonesian badminton player , who currently plays for Australia.A doubles specialist that was trained by Rexy Mainaky. I had a hit with him and he is an awesome mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1391/1486996994_2bb0cc62ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1391/1486996994_2bb0cc62ce.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Aji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1209/1487001090_e8dcec260c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1209/1487001090_e8dcec260c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley and Aji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1315/1486164387_6a1e0b14ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1315/1486164387_6a1e0b14ee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a hit with the Pro himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1035/1487006058_cf37116e2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1035/1487006058_cf37116e2d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine if have one of those shirt and they print my surname on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later that night, I had group discussion.Then I head over to Campus Walk for my Urban Life.The donut cake was great!! Thanks Veronica and all who was present there to celebrate my 22nd birthday.Thank you all for the Birthday wishes and truly appreciate all your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-39950110476802268?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/39950110476802268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=39950110476802268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/39950110476802268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/39950110476802268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/10/double-2s.html' title='Double 2&apos;s'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1391/1486996994_2bb0cc62ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-711813714967336009</id><published>2007-09-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:36:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainless people roam the Earth</title><content type='html'>Its true and I am not pointing finger at anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people can be just so STUPID!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SIGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-711813714967336009?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/711813714967336009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=711813714967336009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/711813714967336009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/711813714967336009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/09/brainless-people-roam-earth.html' title='Brainless people roam the Earth'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-5873352230414359313</id><published>2007-09-06T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:46:46.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not an Account Manager!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the reason why I have reduced my frequency of updating my blog, is that I am taking subject called Advertising Campaigns.Essentially this subject, tries to mimic the real world situation of an advertising agency.I just finished the first advertising campaign I felt that a big load have been lifted off my back.Just hours ago was the presentation to the client (Honda) and Advertising agency (Draft FCB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was appointed as the Accounts Manager.In other words, the project manager.I have never been so under pressure before ever in an assignment.Though I would humbly say that I have taken the role of being the team leader in other subjects.This time things seems to be quite tough.The role of an account manager does not just manages the team but at some point you would have you do it all, from strategic planning to creative to media planning.Its a tough position if you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the whole story short, me and my team along with the other teams are to create an advertising campaign on a Honda Civic Hybrid.At the end of the 8th week(this week), we are going to present it to Honda and Draft FCB(the advertising company that hold the advertising account).From there they will choose who has the best idea and workable campaign and the team will get they print advertisement published.So it was a crazy 8 weeks and we did not win the heart of the client nor Draft FCB. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the winner was announced and everyone was dismissed.All my team mates seems to be giving me the cold shoulders that I did not do a good job.The debrief was short and very brief.Not the usual thing as all my team mates usually would have a lot to say and comment about everything under the roof.I gave my best.I was just not fit to become a account manager let alone leading because of the culture clash.Myself and another  team mate were the only  Asian and  the rest were ang moh.Again, subtlety it happened and I mean racial discrimination.It's just so hard to lead those buffoons as they would not take in a single word coming from a yellow skin dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vowed not the be the account manager in the next assignment.I will firmly stick to being a creative director which I am most comfortable at.I gave it my best shot, did not really hit the stars in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-5873352230414359313?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/5873352230414359313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=5873352230414359313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5873352230414359313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5873352230414359313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-not-account-manager.html' title='I am not an Account Manager!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-1942578079025270988</id><published>2007-09-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:04:54.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Years of Independance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I haven't been diligently updating my blog.I am just caught up with a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 50 years of independence for my dear Malaysia.I know there can be a lot of negative stuff that I could mention about, but needless to say I love my country dearly.There are things that I would always rant and get extremely frustrated about.However, I am born a Malaysian and there is nothing I can do to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia also very much known as Bolehland, proud themselves with a variety of cultures and food.Comprise on 3 main race, Native Malay, Chinese that originated from China and Indians from India.Living in harmony and tolerance among each other is the pride of Malaysia.I know that for a fact that it is hottest and humid country.Nevertheless, its a food haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 years is a long time.I dare say that Malaysia has developed.The usual quote that you would be very familiar would be " First world infrastructure , third world mentality". To some extend I do not really agree to it as it only applies to a small fracture of people in the country.Things have changed for the better and I very proud that things are the way it is.Though there are things that are and eyesore.I am sure that it will eventually change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 50 years have been good.Lets see what the next 50 year can be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-1942578079025270988?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/1942578079025270988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=1942578079025270988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1942578079025270988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1942578079025270988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/08/50-years-of-independance.html' title='50 Years of Independance'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4751974860115223219</id><published>2007-08-31T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:02:25.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAC vs PC</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZT9tRopB1Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZT9tRopB1Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm should I MAC or PC?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4751974860115223219?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4751974860115223219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4751974860115223219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4751974860115223219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4751974860115223219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/08/mac-vs-pc.html' title='MAC vs PC'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-1709803982200263355</id><published>2007-08-04T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:39.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simponsize ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RrQZiTj5YNI/AAAAAAAAARU/SAGp2N8MXkU/s1600-h/P7130020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RrQZiTj5YNI/AAAAAAAAARU/SAGp2N8MXkU/s320/P7130020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094725155619954898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How would I look like if I were a character in Simpson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RrQZiDj5YMI/AAAAAAAAARM/8jhxK-CzxKU/s1600-h/your_image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RrQZiDj5YMI/AAAAAAAAARM/8jhxK-CzxKU/s320/your_image.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094725151324987586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look so nerdy !!! Cool eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Simpsonsize yourself today @ &lt;a href="http://simpsonizeme.com/#"&gt;Simpsonsize me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-1709803982200263355?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/1709803982200263355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=1709803982200263355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1709803982200263355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1709803982200263355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/08/simponsize-me.html' title='Simponsize ME!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RrQZiTj5YNI/AAAAAAAAARU/SAGp2N8MXkU/s72-c/P7130020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-6449462387883252821</id><published>2007-08-04T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:24:32.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early semester has come and gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always have thought that e-bay is a site where people sell second hand stuff and fake stuff.Normally it would be better of just buying it at the store.Beside when I don't have a pay pal account so I never did bothered trying it out.However, recently I found the beauty of e-bay and pay pal.They work superb together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not come to a point where I am selling item over e-bay but there is heaps to but out there.It comes with a slight risk but you can always return the items and have a full refund if you are unsatisfied with it.In recent weeks, I have been bidding and purchasing a number of items from e-bay.So far it has been doing business with people over e-bay.Pay pal just make it easier to receive and pay item even with online shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random but that's what I have been up to here and there.3rd week of my final semester has ended.Its fast and thing are going to pick up real soon.Soon I am going to drink Red Bull by the gallons to keep me awake.I hope I am going to enjoy this last semester in Melbourne.I have been really lazy getting my finger to blog.There were a couple of things I wanted to blog about by I never did get around doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sleepy already so I am going to head to bed soon.I will post up pictures on my recent trip to Sydney when I have the mood to do so.Have a great weekend all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"2 is better than 1 that's why 2 is special"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-6449462387883252821?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/6449462387883252821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=6449462387883252821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6449462387883252821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6449462387883252821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/08/early-semester-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Early semester has come and gone'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4060910754099676254</id><published>2007-07-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:35:39.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria International Badminton Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man I really wasted my week doing nothing, where actually I can be in Melbourne Sports and Aquatic Centre (MSAC) watching various badminton players in action.This tourney is a 2 star league where players collect ranking points or experience to play in the international level.Players from all over the world came and compete.Proudly our Malaysian junior women's doubles won.I was not able to watch that match on Sunday as I was taking part in the graded tournament for the not-so-pro players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, it was all great fun and good experience.I lost in singles and doubles.It really shows that I am not up to standard yet.My fitness level was really bad ,extremely bad.I manage to take a picture with Japan men's double who won the men's double titles.I dont really know what thier names are but they played a great game.Some girls say that both of them are very "Kawai" (Cute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1399/835886925_88c1d1b9b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1399/835886925_88c1d1b9b4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guy on my right is Japan's men Single player and other 2 players are the men doubles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4060910754099676254?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4060910754099676254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4060910754099676254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4060910754099676254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4060910754099676254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/07/victoria-international-badminton-open.html' title='Victoria International Badminton Open'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1399/835886925_88c1d1b9b4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4145438581487331478</id><published>2007-07-17T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:39.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Number 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RpycdUJD2iI/AAAAAAAAARE/KWmfpCnZUCo/s1600-h/thenumber231_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RpycdUJD2iI/AAAAAAAAARE/KWmfpCnZUCo/s320/thenumber231_large.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088113706458667554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This show is freaky but I like the twist in the show.This show is about a person named Walter Sparrow played by Jim Carrey, who picked up a book name "The Number 23" at a local second hand book store.In fact it was his wife who picked it up and bought the book.Reading the book he soon realised that there are numerous similarity to his life.Soon his journey started to find out what the number 23 means and the author of book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good thriller show that's really have a great twist in it.Oh!! The scary part was when I paused the show to have a cup or water.Coincidentally I look at the clock which shows 5:18 PM.&lt;br /&gt;5+18 =23!!! Now that really freaked me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trailer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DnMp5rW56J8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DnMp5rW56J8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4145438581487331478?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4145438581487331478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4145438581487331478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4145438581487331478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4145438581487331478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/07/number-23.html' title='The Number 23'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RpycdUJD2iI/AAAAAAAAARE/KWmfpCnZUCo/s72-c/thenumber231_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-6477693295802015179</id><published>2007-07-02T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T03:34:30.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am on holiday!!!</title><content type='html'>Wheee!!!! In a matter of hours I will be in Sydney!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back on the 10th of July....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-6477693295802015179?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/6477693295802015179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=6477693295802015179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6477693295802015179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6477693295802015179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-on-holiday.html' title='I am on holiday!!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-943109555376201785</id><published>2007-06-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:48:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Guys Dont Finish Last</title><content type='html'>Just want share this 3 Part video made by WongFu Productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to ponder upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We nice guys don't finish last , this includes me.. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrnK-qPARYI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrnK-qPARYI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMGeWGvDHTA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMGeWGvDHTA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5lJL2peXik"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5lJL2peXik" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-943109555376201785?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/943109555376201785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=943109555376201785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/943109555376201785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/943109555376201785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/06/nice-guys-dont-finish-last-part-1.html' title='Nice Guys Dont Finish Last'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-6629921991762996605</id><published>2007-06-13T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T03:10:16.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love : A Thesis *Update*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Click here to check it out :  &lt;a href="http://www.loveathesis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Love : A Thesis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-6629921991762996605?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6629921991762996605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6629921991762996605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-thesis-update.html' title='Love : A Thesis *Update*'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-1598738512391937274</id><published>2007-06-07T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T16:38:16.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Marketing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some see it as to con someone to buy something.Its more than that for sure or else I have been wasting time doing a degree in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something to illustrate what marketing is (found it over the net):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.&lt;br /&gt;You go up to her and say, "I am very&lt;br /&gt;rich. Marry me!"&lt;br /&gt;That's Direct Marketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party with a bunch of&lt;br /&gt;friends and see a gorgeous girl.&lt;br /&gt;One of your friends goes up to her&lt;br /&gt;and pointing at you says,&lt;br /&gt;"He's very rich. Marry him."&lt;br /&gt;That's Advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.&lt;br /&gt;You go up to her and get her&lt;br /&gt;telephone number.&lt;br /&gt;The next day you call and say, "Hi,&lt;br /&gt;I'm very rich. Marry me."&lt;br /&gt;That's Telemarketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;girl.&lt;br /&gt;You get up and straighten your tie;&lt;br /&gt;you walk up to her and pour her a drink.&lt;br /&gt;You open the door for her, pick up&lt;br /&gt;her bag after she drops it, offer her&lt;br /&gt;a ride, and then say, "By the way,&lt;br /&gt;I'm very rich "Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;That's Public Relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;girl.&lt;br /&gt;She walks up to you and says, "You&lt;br /&gt;are very rich..."&lt;br /&gt;That's Brand Recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.&lt;br /&gt;You go up to her and say, "I'm rich.&lt;br /&gt;Marry me"&lt;br /&gt;She gives you a nice hard slap on&lt;br /&gt;your face. That's Customer Feedback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-1598738512391937274?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/1598738512391937274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=1598738512391937274' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1598738512391937274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1598738512391937274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-marketing.html' title='What is Marketing?'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-2043217000999305308</id><published>2007-06-02T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:25:21.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A frozen heart I have&lt;br /&gt;But yet your warmth&lt;br /&gt;Melts my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sceptical with the future&lt;br /&gt;But you reassured&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages of my life flip without meaning&lt;br /&gt;Now every flip of a page&lt;br /&gt;Is a moment to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with my life&lt;br /&gt;But you gave more meaning&lt;br /&gt;To my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd of June&lt;br /&gt;A day to remember&lt;br /&gt;My submission to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2043217000999305308?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2043217000999305308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2043217000999305308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-of-june.html' title='2nd of June'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-1791264203196623668</id><published>2007-05-29T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T17:03:55.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winter Winds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The winds today blew at 34.59 knots.Thats equivalent to 64 km/h.Seems like winter is coming in a rush I suppose. The coldest time of the year has made its way here.A period where the sun is non- existent for days or weeks for that matter.Gloomy days is all you get.It does not snow here only up in the mountains but the bitter cold winter in Melbourne can be as low as -1 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my final 50% exam for Psychology, I reckon it went alright.I praying hard that I pass that unit.I really want to graduate but the end of the year.So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very lazy.Hence the lack of updates.I just don't know why.Plus my badminton hours has been reduced from 14 hours a week to only 8 hours. I am itching for a game right now, but there is no one that is interested in playing a game with me.So I am blogging, when I don't know what to blog about.My thoughts are clouded decision that I need to make.Plus I can't make a decision until God reveals something to me.I just hate when the road ahead is all fogged up.I pray that the latest PR conditions are favourable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Faith is more than saying I believe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-1791264203196623668?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/1791264203196623668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=1791264203196623668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1791264203196623668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1791264203196623668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/05/winter-winds.html' title='The Winter Winds'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-110841102986034417</id><published>2007-05-20T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:39:59.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ouch!!! However it was a good experience. Just today I had my first badminton tournament in Melbourne.As you can tell from the title,I lost.It was very disappointing as I was very bullish that I could have at least reach to the finals or at least the runner-up.I did not sleep well the night before.Hence, I was not in form.Nevertheless, I should not push the blame to other things.I am somewhat happy too.The experienced that I gained was precious.Now at least I have a good feel on what is to be in a tournament.I have train so hard the past few months.It will all worth it even if I did not succeed in winning the tournament.I still have a lot of chance and I should be looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it that the end of the semester is drawing to a close.Week 13 is around corner and of all horror.Final exams!! Time flies.Finally finished all my assignments and now taking a breather before I take a permanent residence in the Mathesons Library.Pray that everything will go well and I will be in my last semester and in turn graduate which move on to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-110841102986034417?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/110841102986034417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=110841102986034417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/110841102986034417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/110841102986034417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-fell.html' title='I Fell'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-9142363667928417761</id><published>2007-05-14T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:37:43.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A crazy weekend</title><content type='html'>My weekends normally starts on Fridays.Last Friday was just my usual 4-hour badminton session.So there is nothing special about it.However, Saturday was a real blast! I meet up with Ashley to attend a career exhibition at Melbourne Exhibition Centre.Plus we had someone I would say unique who joined us at the exhibition. His name is Joel who is Ashley's neighbour from Singapore. He is here for a vacation.An ultimate total wacko!! You will know what I mean when you scroll down and see his photos. Overall top bloke with lots to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/497476310_8c23eaa0d4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/497476310_8c23eaa0d4_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Joel with his fallen sausage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/497408528_a7cd6fa5c2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/497408528_a7cd6fa5c2_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is loving Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/208/497418365_cd525a9e65_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/208/497418365_cd525a9e65_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pole Dancing.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/497429056_8536cd1466_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/497429056_8536cd1466_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley must have spotted something handsome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/497396840_5d8a398804_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/497396840_5d8a398804_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spare me a penny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/497415005_deb0329a57_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/497415005_deb0329a57_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joel, Ash and me @ SouthBank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The career exhibition, to me was a total disappointment.Couple of reasons is that the exhibition sucked so badly was the fact there were so few advertising and marketing companies.On top of that,it seems that even the consulting companies like Accenture did not even take part in the exhibition.Companies which were present were most city councils and university.I felt that going there was really was a waste of my time.Anyhow, I did make an effort to have a look at other careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/497506749_636b5de561_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/497506749_636b5de561_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That guy actually lifted the other guy from a sleeping position to a standing position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/497506805_f3a7a9ad15_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/497506805_f3a7a9ad15_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both very blur people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later on, we had a drink at Max Brenner and chatted.Joel, was doing most of the talking where Ashley and myself were plain laughing at him.Josephine joins and later we made our way to dinner at Seoul Garden.We join up with Michael, John and Charlotte which are all from Planet Shaker City Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/497475462_04b486fc5a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/497475462_04b486fc5a_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink Me!!!!! Slurp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/497504879_7919ed9152_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/497504879_7919ed9152_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael seems to be upset with John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/497503211_a252c88d03_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/497503211_a252c88d03_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know who took this and also don't know what am I doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/497502937_92f72b276c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/497502937_92f72b276c_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josephine with her Chop Sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/497461870_eb4385bc65_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/497461870_eb4385bc65_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael might look a wee bit scary but he is a great guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/497491741_b7f256e3ec_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/497491741_b7f256e3ec_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeding time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/230/497494849_d112ddc575_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/230/497494849_d112ddc575_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joel artistic shot, he is a photographer with a camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/497500717_f309240fbd_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/497500717_f309240fbd_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who stole Ashley's dumpling?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/497479453_cc3590913c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/497479453_cc3590913c_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Sneezes* Bless you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/497457536_ecc5d03779_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/497457536_ecc5d03779_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are having fun I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/497475961_e9964413ab_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/497475961_e9964413ab_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's only Joel that's having fun (Dont know what he is up to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/497495327_56cbfdb9ee_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/497495327_56cbfdb9ee_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 Pretty ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/215/497452232_46da3cccbf_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/215/497452232_46da3cccbf_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jos and me. She's leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/497468649_8a8a976b71_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/497468649_8a8a976b71_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us at Seoul Garden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, all of us excluding Micheal and John went for a movie in Hoyts at Melbourne Central.The movie was none other than Spiderman 3.There are critics about the movie but I find the movie good and very worth while watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day was mother's day which was a day that I will take part in Mother's day Special run.It is a charity run for Breast cancer research and I have have the privilege taking part in it.I did the 4 KM run in which I finish at about 19 over minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/497727503_05a036714a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/497727503_05a036714a_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My race number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/497698022_55456c3e6a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/497698022_55456c3e6a_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the race for my mummy and both my granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *Heart* Mummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-9142363667928417761?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/9142363667928417761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=9142363667928417761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9142363667928417761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9142363667928417761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/05/crazy-weekend.html' title='A crazy weekend'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/497476310_8c23eaa0d4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-7173026219819615401</id><published>2007-05-09T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T11:46:33.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just remembered to breathe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally!! I am having a little breather.Phew!! Weeks of assignments has really left me dry.Having said that, another round of being choked by assignment is coming up and I am making full use of this so called breather.My next upcoming assesment is a killer. A 40% individual assignment.In which I only have a bit more than a week  before the submission date.The thought of having a 20% individual assignment is breath taking enough.Imagine the amount of damage it would do with a 40% individual assignment. My life is going to be shorten by decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finally here!!! My new Toy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/491100167_6aa0681488_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/491100167_6aa0681488_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/229/491099805_f0cd1475fa_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/229/491099805_f0cd1475fa_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/491099059_70b1383160_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/491099059_70b1383160_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/491097099_a94ca2b834_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/491097099_a94ca2b834_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the latest racket from Yonex, The Yonex Armortech  900 Technique!! This racket is used by many players.Names like Taufik Hidayat, Sigit Burdiarto and Cai Yun. I was given the privileged to try out the racket and in an instant I fell in love with the racket. It is just a very awesome racket. It is such a fast racket that I just want my opponent to attack me all the time.It cost me a bomb but I did got it for a discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have been pondering about what should my next move be.I am just seriously unsure if I am able to get a Australian PR.I really want to.Seems like I have been getting a lot of negative feedback from a lot of people that I might not be able to get it.I have run of out ideas on what is needed to be done.Hence, I am going to trust you Lord.Send me I will go.I do not want go against Your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, there is something else in my mind. Sometimes there is a golden opportunity comes your way you just do not want to admit it.You somehow choose to believe that you are not that lucky.I am sure that everyone had that moment before.I am in it. I don't know, I am just utterly confused by it.I really don't know what is it that's troubling me.Whatever it is, its stuck there in my head. Lingering in my thoughts for a while already.I just don't know.What's right and what's wrong.I wish I knew.Anyhow, I should take a breather and run the last round of assignments and start my revision. Seems like it is a never-ending wheel of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-7173026219819615401?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/7173026219819615401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=7173026219819615401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/7173026219819615401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/7173026219819615401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-remembered-to-breathe.html' title='I just remembered to breathe...'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/491100167_6aa0681488_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-783522377121837963</id><published>2007-05-02T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:32:44.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Arsenals of War!!!</title><content type='html'>As you all may know, my passion for badminton is an undying one.Till the extend I don't mind playing the game on a everyday basis. Currently I spend 14 hours a week just on badminton.Many would think that badminton is a backyard game which you play at picnics.If you do think so then you are very wrong.Badminton is an internationally recognised sport.It is even played at the Olympics games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a badminton player you need equipment to play the game.Equipment such as a badminton racket, shuttles and shoes.Here I am going to show you what I normally bring to my badminton session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Yang Yang badminton bag.It is a 3 compartment bag that is able to fit 12 racket.Its a big bag that allows me to stuff a lot of stuff inside.Plus, it is has a double strap backpack that give me mobility unlike the usual sling back which can be a pain in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/464793404_d1493e5eb4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/464793404_d1493e5eb4_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/464800703_d64eb03a3d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/464800703_d64eb03a3d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/201/464796836_302457e801_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/201/464796836_302457e801_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first compartment stores my rackets. The second , middle ones stores my medical kits which houses for quick remedies for sport injuries , shuttlecocks, grips, strings and my thermal jacket.The last compartment is to store my shoes, new change of clothes and dirty ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/464789492_6568c29e01_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/464789492_6568c29e01_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/464792158_c7038e7338_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/464792158_c7038e7338_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a total of 8 rackets.Some people think its crazy to have such a huge amount of rackets.Trust me I have seen someone who have more than 50 over rackets. Its like playing each point with a different racket.Having said that I do wish to acquire more rackets but I don't have any money at the moment. Here a run through of the name and the make of each racket.Start with the racket on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prince Whip Lite 700&lt;br /&gt;2.Yang Yang Nano Sensation 100&lt;br /&gt;3.Yang Yang Nano Sensation 80 (Unstrung)&lt;br /&gt;4.Yang Yang Nano Sensation 80&lt;br /&gt;5.Yonex Ti 10 Titanium Mesh Long SP&lt;br /&gt;6.Yonex Blacken B-8100 SP&lt;br /&gt;7.Pro Badminton Academy 2005 ( Frame Snapped)&lt;br /&gt;8.Apacs Nano 9000 Speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite rackets would be the Yonex Ti 10 Titanium Mesh Long SP and Yang Yang Nano Sensation 80.The Yonex Ti 10 Titanium Mesh Long SP is the exact same racket that is used by newly crowned Malaysian doubles men champions, Koo Kien Kiat and Tan Boon Heong. Here are some close ups of the racket.It is an amazing racket with tons of control and superb power.It is also my most expensive racket that I ever bought. RM 530.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/464795879_cb0ea27645_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/464795879_cb0ea27645_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/216/464793901_91a9d7c392_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/216/464793901_91a9d7c392_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/464792483_17fe00dd01_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/464792483_17fe00dd01_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second favourite racket would be of the lightest racket that I have ever used the Yang Yang Nano Sensation 80.Its a racket that feels like you are wielding a racket that's made of feathers.It is very light compared to the others that I have.It lacks power,but for control and placing play its a marvellous racket.Here are the close ups of the racket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/464797398_0edb1c3c83_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/464797398_0edb1c3c83_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/464805391_10436da373_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/464805391_10436da373_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince Whip Lite 700. Needless to say a racket that have been with me for aeons.I got this racket when I was 9 years old!! Its have been with me for the competitions when I was in primary , secondary  school and college. Its a solid racket that can never seems to break. I am still very amazed that it last for 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/464797520_9cc77c20ea_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/464797520_9cc77c20ea_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/464781774_d9144b1f7c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/464781774_d9144b1f7c_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes are very important to any sports players.It can elevate a sportsman game play to an unimaginable level.So here we go.My Asics Gel Indoor shoes. This is also the exact same shoe used by Nicole David , the Malaysian Squash Queen. Just that she has the one in red and mine is blue. An awesome shoes. It can really take all the stress that I pound on it. Great traction on the courts which does not make me slide all over the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/201/464796324_d040ffc3e5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/201/464796324_d040ffc3e5_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my medical kit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/464803381_98a2a5e53e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/464803381_98a2a5e53e_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's all for today.If you want to know more about badminton and how beautiful the game is or you just want to know more about the stars in the sport please do visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.badmintoncentral.com/"&gt;Badminton Central&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-783522377121837963?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/783522377121837963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=783522377121837963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/783522377121837963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/783522377121837963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-arsenals-of-war.html' title='My Arsenals of War!!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/464793404_d1493e5eb4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-2085574146821264780</id><published>2007-04-30T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:02:36.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PlanetUni Camp @ Philip Island</title><content type='html'>The camp was awesome.There is no other word to describe it.It is the shortest camp that I have ever been to.This year PlanetUni camp is titled "Marked".  It's the second camp that they ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/478254260_e7a4e30c7d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/478254260_e7a4e30c7d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back after a long day from classes , dropped my bag and rushed to get ready as I was informed that the bus was leaving at 6 pm on Friday.I came home at 5.00 pm in a rush.It was all good I packed up and headed to Blackwood Hall at Monash Clayton campus which was the meeting point.Waited for the bus to arrived and hopped on the bus. I felt so lost as I only knew a few of them and I don't even know the names of the familiar faces.The journey took more or less than one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Session 1 started not too long after we arrived. Pastor Matt Fielder preached about how we as a generation to be run after God. The session was very engaging.Streams of tear we pour as Pastor Matt shared his heart out.There rest of the session were marvellous. Senior Pastor Sam Evans preached about running the race for God.I have heard this message countless times.However, the message reminded me about how have I been living my life.Truly if I haven't look back I would have ran much further.At the last session, God spoke to me.I ask God "Why is my life so stagnant?" and I blame my past , hurts and pain. However, God has taken it all away.I was unfruitful with my life.Simply plain lazy.I just refuse to budge as I am very comfortable where I am.Nothing could possibly change if I don't make a step to make things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very refresh and less confused about the hope I have in Him.I just need to trust Him more.I need to live the life that He wants me to and not the life that I want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/478252108_a0556a5436_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/478252108_a0556a5436_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myself, Josephine and Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/478274031_74cf35b249_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/478274031_74cf35b249_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Converse Rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/478273395_647b44d209_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/478273395_647b44d209_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and John Wee ( The person that invited me to the Camp , Thank you John)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/478245600_153f87f219_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/478245600_153f87f219_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view of the lake at the camp-site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/478269753_20864ffc05_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/478269753_20864ffc05_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AAA (Aaron, Ashley, Adrian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/478273785_29b7e21313_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/478273785_29b7e21313_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The camp-site from the balcony view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/478268569_ac933ef2a3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/478268569_ac933ef2a3_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yvonne and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/478253492_7ef1417d34_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/478253492_7ef1417d34_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A familiar face that I met at camp Mr.Dez Chuah!!!! It was a real suprise that he came to camp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2085574146821264780?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/2085574146821264780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=2085574146821264780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2085574146821264780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2085574146821264780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/planetuni-camp-philip-island.html' title='PlanetUni Camp @ Philip Island'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/478254260_e7a4e30c7d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4777570985322507487</id><published>2007-04-24T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:32:19.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Embarrassing Moment in Human Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  There was a World wide survey of " Most Embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   Moment in Human Life" and the final three incidents are ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Third Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   It was the day before my eighteenth birthday. I was living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   at home, but my parents had gone out for the evening, so I invited my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   girlfriend over for a romantic night alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   As we lay in bed after making love, we heard the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   ringing downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   I suggested to my girlfriend that I give her a piggy-back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   ride to the phone. Since we didn't want to miss the call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   We didn't have time to get dressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   When we got to the bottom of the stairs, the lights suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   came on and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   whole crowd of people yelled "SURPRISE!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   My entire family, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   all of my friends were standing there !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   My girlfriend and I were frozen to the spot in a state of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   shock and embarrassment ! for what seemed like an eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   Since then, no-one in my family has planned a surprise party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Second Place (a lady)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  While in line at the bank one afternoon, my kid decided to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   release some pent-up energy and started to run amuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   of disgust and annoyance from other patrons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   I told her that if she didn't start behaving herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   right now, she would be punished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   just as threatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee(dick) last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   night!".&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\n \u003cbr\&gt;\n  The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange.\u003cbr\&gt;\n  Even the tellers stopped what they were doing !\u003cbr\&gt;\n \u003cbr\&gt;\n  I mustered the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank\u003cbr\&gt;\n  with my daughter in tow.\u003cbr\&gt;\n \u003cbr\&gt;\n  The last thing that I heard as the door closed behind me\u003cbr\&gt;\n  were the screams\u003cbr\&gt;\n  of laughter.\u003cbr\&gt;\n \u003cbr\&gt;\n\u003cb\&gt;And the Winner Is.....First place\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\n \u003cbr\&gt;\n  This one actually happened at Harvard University in October\u003cbr\&gt;\n  last year.\u003cbr\&gt;\n  In a biology class, the professor was discussing the high\u003cbr\&gt;\n  glucose levels found in semen.\u003cbr\&gt;\n \u003cbr\&gt;\n  A young female (freshman), raised her hand and asked,\u003cbr\&gt;\n  &amp;quot;If I understand\u003cbr\&gt;\n  what you are saying, there is a lot of glucose in male semen, as\u003cbr\&gt;\n  in sugar?&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;\n \u003cbr\&gt;\n  &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s correct.&amp;quot; responded the professor,\u003cbr\&gt;\n  going on to add much statistical data.\u003cbr\&gt;\n \u003cbr\&gt;\n  Raising her hand again, the sweet young thing asked,\u003cbr\&gt;\n  &amp;quot;Then why doesn&amp;#39;t it taste sweet?&amp;quot;.\u003cbr\&gt;\n \u003cbr\&gt;\n  After a stunned silence, the whole class burst out laughing,\u003cbr\&gt;\n  the poor girl turned bright red and as she realized exactly what she had\u003cbr\&gt;\n  inadvertently said (or rather implied), she picked up her books without a\u003cbr\&gt;\n  word and walked out of the class, and never returned.\u003cbr\&gt;\n \u003cbr\&gt;\n  However, as she was going out of the door, the\u003cbr\&gt;\n  professor&amp;#39;s reply was a classic.\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;  Totally straight-faced, he answered her question,\u003cbr\&gt;\n  &amp;quot;It doesn&amp;#39;t taste sweet because the taste-buds for\u003cbr\&gt;\n  sweetness are on the tip of your tongue and not in the back of your throat! &amp;quot;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   Even the tellers stopped what they were doing !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   I mustered the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   with my daughter in tow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   The last thing that I heard as the door closed behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   were the screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And the Winner Is.....First place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   This one actually happened at Harvard University in October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   In a biology class, the professor was discussing the high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   glucose levels found in semen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   A young female (freshman), raised her hand and asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   "If I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   what you are saying, there is a lot of glucose in male semen, as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   in sugar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   "That's correct." responded the professor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   going on to add much statistical data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   Raising her hand again, the sweet young thing asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   "Then why doesn't it taste sweet?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   After a stunned silence, the whole class burst out laughing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   the poor girl turned bright red and as she realized exactly what she had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   inadvertently said (or rather implied), she picked up her books without a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   word and walked out of the class, and never returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   However, as she was going out of the door, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   professor's reply was a classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Totally straight-faced, he answered her question,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   "It doesn't taste sweet because the taste-buds for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   sweetness are on the tip of your tongue and not in the back of your throat! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*Thanks Syed for sharing this, it had me with fits of laughter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4777570985322507487?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4777570985322507487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4777570985322507487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4777570985322507487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4777570985322507487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/most-embarrassing-moment-in-human-life.html' title='Most Embarrassing Moment in Human Life!!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-6826848689616332914</id><published>2007-04-22T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:15:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victor's 21 Buff Day!!!</title><content type='html'>21 ago someone was born and 21 years later he is a grown man&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Victor Ng!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dinner was at Hard Rock Cafe , a place that is filled with antiques. Every corner you turn has an antique stuck on the wall.The food was awesome and affordable as I have a large burger called Legendary Burger.It was legendary.However,I will go back there to try the barbecue ribs.Victor and Tammy has it and it looks delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/467835658_cddcd8fbf7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/467835658_cddcd8fbf7_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A groupie with everyone who was at the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/467836262_bdae5a6897_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/467836262_bdae5a6897_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/467848851_a2703dfd88_b.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The people that I was seated with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/467848851_a2703dfd88_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/467848851_a2703dfd88_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victor and his buff day cake with sparkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party did not end there, we proceededto Little Burke St which is where Chinatown is situated to a club called Blink @ Bass Lounge.I never knew there was a club in Chinatown.The club was underground.A typical Asian club. However, they have like rooms that you can linger around with your friends. Not the the typical table that you would have to cramp with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/467830604_35f6e04f8c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/467830604_35f6e04f8c_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/467823624_b17a4d4832_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/467823624_b17a4d4832_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man himself and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/467821060_23b41bff71_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/467821060_23b41bff71_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprise!! I meet an pre-u classmate of mine who is working there - Joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/467834116_c77f6ea33b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/467834116_c77f6ea33b_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The brotherhood. Rick , me and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/467833058_96b811dd8f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/467833058_96b811dd8f_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A groupie with Yu Yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/467830214_465625f381_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/467830214_465625f381_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marcus, me , Vincent and Yu Yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/467837475_0ac4ae7cc1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/467837475_0ac4ae7cc1_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiddy Charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/467838875_33c0f0af48_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/467838875_33c0f0af48_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me , Charms, and Vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/467831897_1a9fa09296_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/467831897_1a9fa09296_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know who took this picture and i cant recall what happened seems like Charms wanted to hit me or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) I was an eventful night (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-6826848689616332914?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/6826848689616332914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=6826848689616332914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6826848689616332914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6826848689616332914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/victors-21-buff-day.html' title='Victor&apos;s 21 Buff Day!!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/467835658_cddcd8fbf7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-2829307205319924609</id><published>2007-04-20T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad Fight !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The wonder of the world of advertising.This is how one of the world's prestigious car company thank each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It starts with BMW congratulating Audi for their achievements, "Sucker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RihsgNUTKAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cvdOZD2jd70/s1600-h/audibmwsub1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RihsgNUTKAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cvdOZD2jd70/s320/audibmwsub1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055409882309797890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Audi responded, "In your face Bitch!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RihsS9UTJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQk/pARJ88wu5-0/s1600-h/audibmwsub2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RihsS9UTJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQk/pARJ88wu5-0/s320/audibmwsub2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055409654676531154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Subaru wanted a piece of the action too, "Can I play too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RihsS9UTJ-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ALzFy5CPrNU/s1600-h/audibmwsub3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RihsS9UTJ-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ALzFy5CPrNU/s320/audibmwsub3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055409654676531170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentley was on the defensive mode so they retorted, "Just in case!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RihsTNUTJ_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fbiFedUva2k/s1600-h/bentley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RihsTNUTJ_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fbiFedUva2k/s320/bentley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055409658971498482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clearly the wonders of advertising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2829307205319924609?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/2829307205319924609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=2829307205319924609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2829307205319924609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2829307205319924609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/ad-fight.html' title='Ad Fight !!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RihsgNUTKAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cvdOZD2jd70/s72-c/audibmwsub1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-9006438141449376741</id><published>2007-04-19T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:54:00.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengejar Hadirmu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqlKjNaBsNE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqlKjNaBsNE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time when I listen to this worship song , my eyes will get teary.It just speak of how I want to be with Him.In his presence,I really long for.He is my everything.This song is written by an Indonesian Worship band called GMB which stands for Giving My Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dekat padaMu itu rinduku&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kataku Kau pun menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Tak kusangka kutemukan satu kasih yang abadi&lt;br /&gt;Kini kudatang dan kubawa hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memandang wajahMu&lt;br /&gt;Mengikuti kebaikanMu&lt;br /&gt;Mengejar hadirMu&lt;br /&gt;dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membawa sembahku&lt;br /&gt;Menyatakan kebesaranMu&lt;br /&gt;Mengejar hadirMu&lt;br /&gt;dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-9006438141449376741?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/9006438141449376741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=9006438141449376741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9006438141449376741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9006438141449376741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/mengejar-hadirmu.html' title='Mengejar Hadirmu'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-1333423980062216114</id><published>2007-04-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:41.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys R Me!!!</title><content type='html'>I know many of you are eagerly waiting for this post.My apologies that I  kept all of you waiting.I was busy with lots of thing, wont go into the details.Yes!! I have new toys and I am showing it off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I own a camera, I have been in want of it since forever.I actually wanted the Panasonic DMC FX-7.However , to my dismay it is no longer in production and its replace with a better and newer model. Behold!! The DMC FX-12 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RiY9fMBHq9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/n2HTuwvMmmA/s1600-h/bg_product_large_audio_visual.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RiY9fMBHq9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/n2HTuwvMmmA/s320/bg_product_large_audio_visual.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054795237781122002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall it is an excellent camera for point and shoot users.A lightweight easy to use camera is what a normal point and shoot camera would want.Hence it also comes with additional features such as video recording functions.The Leica lens make a vast difference compared with cameras that does not has it.I am very satisfied with this new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel alone and on public transport a lot.So I really need something to keep me accompany during the periods of my travel.Hence I bought Greenly The Pod!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RiY9f8BHq_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6hebfAj_E5k/s1600-h/P1000422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RiY9f8BHq_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6hebfAj_E5k/s320/P1000422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054795250666023922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenly is a second generation I-Pod Nano.He is the 4 GB version that allows me to store up to 1000 songs.That's if each song is less than or equals to 4 GB.Now I don't feel so lonely any more in my long journeys to campus and the city.It has serve me very well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RiY9gsBHrAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-X8NEmpE6X4/s1600-h/P1000426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RiY9gsBHrAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-X8NEmpE6X4/s320/P1000426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054795263550925826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needless to say !! A good game!! Cost me a bomb!!! I miss my cetak rompak!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-1333423980062216114?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/1333423980062216114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=1333423980062216114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1333423980062216114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1333423980062216114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/toys-r-me.html' title='Toys R Me!!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RiY9fMBHq9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/n2HTuwvMmmA/s72-c/bg_product_large_audio_visual.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4594787069036472645</id><published>2007-04-14T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:41.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess where is this??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhhrGXWE_fI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QQxAQ_lT-Ps/s1600-h/P1000035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhhrGXWE_fI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QQxAQ_lT-Ps/s400/P1000035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050904739186015730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click the picture for a larger version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4594787069036472645?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4594787069036472645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4594787069036472645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4594787069036472645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4594787069036472645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess-where-is-this.html' title='Guess where is this??'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhhrGXWE_fI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QQxAQ_lT-Ps/s72-c/P1000035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-420268404775874289</id><published>2007-04-10T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:41.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Orange Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/Rht7VmG_8bI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gcBL_3AhYSA/s1600-h/2136128245189l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 451px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/Rht7VmG_8bI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gcBL_3AhYSA/s400/2136128245189l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051767017963516338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find this comic very cute and sad, enjoy guys and gals........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-420268404775874289?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/420268404775874289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=420268404775874289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/420268404775874289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/420268404775874289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/anorange-story.html' title='An Orange Story'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/Rht7VmG_8bI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gcBL_3AhYSA/s72-c/2136128245189l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8175320685194488694</id><published>2007-04-08T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:22:58.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember Calvary, I remember the Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blessed Happy Easter to all of you out there.Easter is something I would never forget.Not just because it was the day of resurrection of Jesus.It is also a day where I was saved.A day where I gave my life to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years ago.My life was practically at the edge.Living as if there were no tomorrow, aimlessly wondering with not direction.I always wanted to end my life back then.I hated it so much as everything around me falls apart.It was living hell for me.I can never comprehend why do I have to go through life like that.Nothing was fair to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home was never like home.Mum was always working and Dad is away most of the time because of his work.Never had family time with anyone.The only time when my mum talks to me is to nag me to study hard.Dad never really talks to me.Parents were constantly fighting over every under the sun.It was that faithful day when all hell broke loose.My dad walked out.To me it was the end of everything.Nothing could hold us together any more.I gave up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9th 2000 was the day that things began to change for me and my family.It was not a one off thing but it was process.It was the day that I gave up trying to feel alive and gave it to the Lord.It was that faithful day that I thank Jesus who nailed my sin upon that cross.As of that day ,I am what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember what he did at Calvary.I will always remember the Cross that he was nailed upon.The fact that I worship a God that is alive keep me knowing that I am in hands of the almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8175320685194488694?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8175320685194488694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8175320685194488694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8175320685194488694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8175320685194488694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-remember-calvary-i-remember-cross.html' title='I remember Calvary, I remember the Cross'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-3118589047991489694</id><published>2007-04-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhenrXWE_eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0794iNGBd6s/s1600-h/P1000192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhenrXWE_eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0794iNGBd6s/s320/P1000192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050689870562131426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A random picture that I took with my new camera Panasonic Lumix FX-12.A dawn over the Southbank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please click to have a full view of the photo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-3118589047991489694?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/3118589047991489694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=3118589047991489694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3118589047991489694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3118589047991489694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/dawn.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhenrXWE_eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0794iNGBd6s/s72-c/P1000192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-3446461958814100731</id><published>2007-04-06T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:43.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run for the Kids 2007</title><content type='html'>Every year a charity run is organised to help kids.This year I have the privilege to take part in the run.It cost me AUD 65 to participate , where half of the money goes to charity for the kids.The other half is to purchase the run T-shirt sponsored by Nike.There were several category that you are able to take part in.I took the 3.4 Km men run. The other categories are like 15.2 Km run but I don't think that I cut out for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHznWE_bI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4_s4zHnnkIs/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHznWE_bI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4_s4zHnnkIs/s320/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050162246714719666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of April was the race day.I woke up with a cloudy weather and my nose was running on the same day.I was still sick but I really wanted to go.I had a power breakfast that packed me with the proteins and carbohydrate that I need.Then off I took the train to the city to meet up with Charmaine and Marcus.Coincidentally Kayleen was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXDj3WE_TI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gMF5ZTjtasg/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXDj3WE_TI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gMF5ZTjtasg/s320/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050157578085268786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marcus  , Myself and Charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 3.4 Km category took a while to start as other categories started first.So we waited for it to start and in the mean time we took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXDkXWE_UI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_siD72EUPr0/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXDkXWE_UI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_siD72EUPr0/s320/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050157586675203394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really bored at the starting line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHynWE_YI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qlnIBYGfDJE/s1600-h/DSC00264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHynWE_YI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qlnIBYGfDJE/s320/DSC00264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050162229534850434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kayleen was bored too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHy3WE_ZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/50zMPOQ_xG0/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHy3WE_ZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/50zMPOQ_xG0/s320/DSC00266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050162233829817746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The very sexy Uncle Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXDknWE_VI/AAAAAAAAAOc/KHnSfnF_tBA/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXDknWE_VI/AAAAAAAAAOc/KHnSfnF_tBA/s320/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050157590970170706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my race number, try reading it in cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHzHWE_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/udcmtcy8YDk/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHzHWE_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/udcmtcy8YDk/s320/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050162238124785058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The started and we ran out hearts out. Half way through I ran out of breath, my nose were running faster than I did.Marcus overtook me.On the uphill slope I could not even breath my nose was stuck with mucus and my throat was all clogged up with phlegm.There was so little air going to my brain really got me a bad headache.Still, I was able to finish it , I am so proud of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXNJnWE_dI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rPjDKjB2OLo/s1600-h/P1000067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXNJnWE_dI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rPjDKjB2OLo/s320/P1000067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050168122229980626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! I got 963! Not too bad eh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXDlXWE_XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/AqYU9Q2z4bk/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXDlXWE_XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/AqYU9Q2z4bk/s320/DSC00271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050157603855072626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHz3WE_cI/AAAAAAAAAPU/G5RZoNlFxBI/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHz3WE_cI/AAAAAAAAAPU/G5RZoNlFxBI/s320/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050162251009686978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks with green eyes at Marcus! His has a cool race number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-3446461958814100731?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/3446461958814100731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=3446461958814100731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3446461958814100731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3446461958814100731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/run-for-kids-2007.html' title='Run for the Kids 2007'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RhXHznWE_bI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4_s4zHnnkIs/s72-c/DSC00270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4397037202805241166</id><published>2007-04-02T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:15:16.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C76k3l4pKJQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C76k3l4pKJQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      Have you wondered how it feels when it's all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Wondered how it feels when you just have to start anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Never knowing where you're going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When you face a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It used to be that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now I just close my eyes and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *I just want to breathe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Learn to face the joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Discover how to laugh a little , cry a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Live a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I just wanna face the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Forget about the woes of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Maybe if I hope a little Try a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll breathe again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Starting out again is never easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Disappointments come and go but life still moves on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With a bit of luck It's a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That might just work my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No need to walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't want to live on life replay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Repeat *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a beautiful song.It really relates to me about how I feel.Just want to wake up and smell the fresh air once again.A big thanks to Sheng Mae for sharing the song to me.I am so glad she did.I am currently in a middle of an assignment so I will update in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&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/17099359-4397037202805241166?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4397037202805241166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4397037202805241166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4397037202805241166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4397037202805241166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/04/breath-again.html' title='Breath Again'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-2034968849605647636</id><published>2007-03-30T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:26:57.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst thing about getting sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You don't get to do a lot of things and eat what you want.No one wants to be sick.Unless you have an assignment due in 1 hour and you have done nothing to even start the assignment.The flu bug is around.The blame goes to the weather.One thing about Melbourne is that if the day start with pouring rain it will go on till the next day.It just goes on and one.The sudden drop in temperature gives no time for my body to even adjust to the new weather.Paracetamol is my friend and I am stuck in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my long awaited toy is here and I am yet to pick it up from Jureen.Thanks Jureen for bringing it to Melbourne for me.Also I have other new toys that I should show off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2034968849605647636?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/2034968849605647636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=2034968849605647636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2034968849605647636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2034968849605647636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/03/worst-thing-about-getting-sick.html' title='The worst thing about getting sick'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-5009085515660385621</id><published>2007-03-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:43.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am up for Adoption!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RgZ672iIlxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cExvcFWOqCg/s1600-h/IMG_6431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RgZ672iIlxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cExvcFWOqCg/s400/IMG_6431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045855601184773906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:P                                                                        (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-5009085515660385621?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/5009085515660385621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=5009085515660385621' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5009085515660385621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5009085515660385621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-up-for-adoption.html' title='I am up for Adoption!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RgZ672iIlxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cExvcFWOqCg/s72-c/IMG_6431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-2618765204507096009</id><published>2007-03-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:04:10.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blue St Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;St Patrick's is an Irish celebration.However, I am not Irish so I don't bother being dressed in green.Just another Saturday spending my mornings and afternoon with my house mates at Spring vale to do our weekly grocery shopping.By the time I reach home I have to get ready to church as We-Ki will be coming around my place soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, I made all my way to the city and meet up with Charmaine, Vince, Yu Yee and Marcus for dinner at soul mama located at St Kilda Beach.As usual I take forever to head to the city.Since I had the time, I might as well call someone to catch up on how they are doing.Called my most babified friend of all time - Syed. Had a long 30 -40 minutes chat with him. Well I feel what he is going through and I really wish that there is something I could help him. He really should have called me when he needed someone to talk to.Sorry Syed didn't know that you were going through some hard times.Listening to him, I feel rather emotional.The things we are going through are not making us any happier.We cannot move on. Stuck in the past that still lingers in our memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner, I kept on mentioning that I am such a lamp post and make myself sound like I am in a dire need for someone special.Doing that in someway had ticked Charmaine off. That kept me thinking.Why do I keep on pondering on negative thoughts ? Simple reason is I want to.It feels good and it allows people to pity me. The attention is good enough to cure the negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for St Patrick's Day I was not lucky at all..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2618765204507096009?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/2618765204507096009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=2618765204507096009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2618765204507096009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2618765204507096009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/03/blue-st-patricks-day.html' title='A Blue St Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4079728708756039767</id><published>2007-03-14T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:57:47.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love : A thesis Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: left;" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chapter 2 : Feelings are illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this chapter I talk about feelings that can deceive you and what can be more than feelings to bring the relationship to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link under Blurry D's Links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week ahead mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveathesis.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-2-feelings-are-illusions.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4079728708756039767?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4079728708756039767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4079728708756039767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4079728708756039767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4079728708756039767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-thesis-updated.html' title='Love : A thesis Updated'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-5606001589851192911</id><published>2007-03-13T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:44.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay here if you are emotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RfZ6Ka8QehI/AAAAAAAAAN4/95x-F6mMaks/s1600-h/13-03-07_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 418px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RfZ6Ka8QehI/AAAAAAAAAN4/95x-F6mMaks/s320/13-03-07_1217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041351152337189394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This road really exists, no photo shop and stuff like that.It is near Caufield just before The Mews in Malvern East.Interesting is it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-5606001589851192911?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/5606001589851192911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=5606001589851192911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5606001589851192911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5606001589851192911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/03/stay-here-if-you-are-emotional.html' title='Stay here if you are emotional'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RfZ6Ka8QehI/AAAAAAAAAN4/95x-F6mMaks/s72-c/13-03-07_1217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-2623656920289985065</id><published>2007-03-08T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:19:51.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I have been very busy. Hence , I don't have the time to update anything.I do have some events and things that I could have blogged about.I have been so tied up that I can't find any time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently there are a lot of things running through my head.Studies,YOU, tenancy, and marketing society.Life is all about making the right decision.Not that I hate to make decision, but I come to realise that I cannot run away from it.What I dislike most is that there will always be a period that you would have to make numerous crucial decisions at the same bloody time.That's so annoying.Darn it!!! It all comes at the worst possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to drop the marketing internship unit that I want to do so eagerly.Time is running out and I still do not have an internship attachment offer from any company.It is already week 2 into the semester. I just really too late even if an offer does pop in.I replaced the unit with another elective unit. APY 1910 - Psychology , it is first year medical unit offered in Caulfield.Seems to be an interesting subject to me.I was recommended by a few friends and lecturers.There is no assignments only test and no final exams.All the best to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about You, even though things for you have moved on but the past still haunts me till today.Why does it has to be this way? I am still pondering of what happened back there.I should not have feelings for you but I want to...I still have feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agents and landlords are the worst conman in the world.The have this kind of illogical lie that does not seems to make sense.Everything is about money to them and nothing else.I have been back in Melbourne for a month already and the tenancy has not been settled.My gosh!! I hope this does not take forever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monash Marketing Student Society (MMSS) had their launch party today.I was involve as I am in the committee.It was quiet, everything went fine but there were not much students around the campus on Thursdays.Its just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is little short update from me,there will be better updates in the future when i am less busy and own a camera!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-2623656920289985065?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/2623656920289985065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=2623656920289985065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2623656920289985065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/2623656920289985065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-9058499740492805942</id><published>2007-02-25T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:23:41.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason for Every Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally I have some free time at hand to blog. The past week were indeed a busy week.Nevertheless I had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the old saying "Everything happened for a reason". No one like tragedies, normally it end in bitterness.However some tragedies are a blessing in disguise in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hogging my family's camera which everyone is suppose to share.I kidnapped it to Melbourne.Hence, no one can use it.At the airport 10 days ago, I brought the camera along as usual.I met up with Sheng Mae at the airport to say my goodbyes to her.She was present there to send off another friend of hers.Tragedy struck when my camera's shutter does not open up when I wanted to snap a picture with Sheng Mae. I began to panic pondering what has happened to it.I am able to view my pictures and some other mechanism works.If the shutter does not open up I am unable to take any pictures at all for sometime. Darn it!! My dad has to bring it back to KL to fix it as there is only one authorised service center around this region which is in New South Wales.That was very depressing.Out of the sudden, dad just popped a question " Boy, don't you think you should get one (camera) on your own? I'll pay for it".I just nodded with a big smile on my face.I have been wanting a camera for myself in a million years.On top of that, dad is going to give me a reasonable amount to buy that camera. *Jumps for joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question is which one should I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony T-10 that Rachel has ? Perhaps the Sony T-50 that We-Ki owns will be an investment?Hmmm shall I just stick with the Panasonic FX-7 ??? I am currently not sure which one I want.So guys help me out if you do have any tips or recommendations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-9058499740492805942?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/9058499740492805942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=9058499740492805942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9058499740492805942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9058499740492805942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/02/reason-for-every-tragedy.html' title='A Reason for Every Tragedy'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-7221851816134790661</id><published>2007-02-16T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:44:10.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NORBIT - The Malaysian Grand Premiere</title><content type='html'>Double thumbs up, what a great movie and i get to watch it first hand it was awesome.Just like another simply hilarious movie from Eddie Murphy.It was also a great to time to catch up with X-Fresh  DJ , Shaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link have a look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shazfx.blogspot.com/2007/02/norbit-malaysian-grand-premiere.html"&gt;NORBIT - The Malaysian Grand Premiere &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-7221851816134790661?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/7221851816134790661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=7221851816134790661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/7221851816134790661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/7221851816134790661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/02/norbit-malaysian-grand-premiere.html' title='NORBIT - The Malaysian Grand Premiere'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-5207618499648474045</id><published>2007-02-11T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:55:19.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post ..</title><content type='html'>This is my 100 post and I am amazed at myself that I am dedicated myself to keep this blog going on. Felt a bit nostalgic as I am returing to Melbourne in a few days time.Just remembering the 25th of November.Something that I would have said to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qXjQHo0E6w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qXjQHo0E6w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan Knight feat Deborah Gibson - Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I've been so lost lately&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand baby&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Please call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin with you&lt;br /&gt;after all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that it would be right if we&lt;br /&gt;got together so suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take back all of the things that I said&lt;br /&gt;and replace them with simply I love you instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But you never really seem like you wanna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;and then I let you just slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't listen to your heart inside&lt;br /&gt;then it really doesn't matter what was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I never meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Mmm Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the past baby&lt;br /&gt;Why we couldn't make it last, lady&lt;br /&gt;I know you still have doubts&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna prove that we can work things out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be sure that you know what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;and reveal that you intend to never let me down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clear to me and I can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;that I have to give you something I couldn't before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But you never really seem like you wanna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;and then I let you just slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't listen to your heart inside&lt;br /&gt;then it really doesn't matter what was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;and if you need me then tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I never meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that we would come to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, no&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, your face, your smile is what I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you wait so long to take me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a simple misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't wanna say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;But you never really seem like you wanna try (Never wanna try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;And then I let you just slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't listen to your heart inside&lt;br /&gt;then it really doesn't matter what was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;and if you need me then tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I never meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't wanna say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;But you never really seem like you wanna try (But I never meant to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;and then I let you just slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't listen to your heart inside (Never meant to see you cry, never meant to say)&lt;br /&gt;then it really doesn't matter what was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;and if you need me then tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I never meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-5207618499648474045?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/5207618499648474045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=5207618499648474045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5207618499648474045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5207618499648474045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/02/100th-post.html' title='100th Post ..'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-1499456579553085695</id><published>2007-02-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:44.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple A Day Out!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After such a long time, finally my twin angels Alesha ,Andreana and Adrian (me) are free to spend sometime together.So we head to Midvalley Megamall to have lunch and do some shopping.Lunch was at Sushi King. Thereafter, I went hunting for a shoe that I have been longing to have. It is the  latest Puma Liga shoes in Gum Green.Finally I found it at Studio R.However, the did not have my size.Darn it! I kinda gave up cause not much of these shoes are being imported in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my delight, as I was passing Cosmic Bowl. I saw a Puma brand shop.Awesome !! I found the shoe and the size that I wanted was available.On top of that I got 20% discount on the shoe. Below is a picture of my new kicks!!! It rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RcyWEGI7AwI/AAAAAAAAANc/94WMWKpKEe0/s1600-h/P2100003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RcyWEGI7AwI/AAAAAAAAANc/94WMWKpKEe0/s320/P2100003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029559880977679106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RcyWEWI7AxI/AAAAAAAAANk/uvVIJWs8KAk/s1600-h/P2100004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RcyWEWI7AxI/AAAAAAAAANk/uvVIJWs8KAk/s320/P2100004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029559885272646418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, we just walked around. I bought a coat and Alesha bought a college bag. Sale was everywhere I was so tempted to spend , spend and spend. All in all a great day out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-1499456579553085695?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/1499456579553085695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=1499456579553085695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1499456579553085695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1499456579553085695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/02/triple-day-out.html' title='Triple A Day Out!!!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RcyWEGI7AwI/AAAAAAAAANc/94WMWKpKEe0/s72-c/P2100003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4232018075582598544</id><published>2007-02-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:02:59.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinch Me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally! My exams are over! I better pass that freaking law unit or I am really going to drop dead and die.I am so sick and tired law..Sungguh babified....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get through..I pray that I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over, same goes for my summer holidays back here in the Muddy Valley.Its been awesome. Just over 5 more days I will returning to a place synonym to clay pot ,Clayton. I just cant believe it time really flies.Reality is so illusionary to me.Feels like I have a double personality thing, traveling between 2 places.Just feels weird.It has not struck me yet that I have spent 2 over months in Malaysia.It all seems too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this a little update from me. I am lazy and very bored hehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4232018075582598544?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4232018075582598544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4232018075582598544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4232018075582598544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4232018075582598544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/02/pinch-me.html' title='Pinch Me!!!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4599784252336974261</id><published>2007-02-01T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:44.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inaudible Melodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tunes of music soothes the heart, soul and mind. The very essence of sound that makes the world goes round.Musical instruments like the piano give birth to many melodies.Melodies that make not just sound but music.Nevertheless , the piano needs the pianist to produce melodies. A pianist goes through years of learning and practice which allow them to compose a song.However, there are some that after many years of time spent on learning and practice the produce inaudible melodies.The notes and chords are just not that pleasing to a person's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people that are gifted in the things they do.On the other hand, some just are not gifted.I confess that I am utterly envious of people who just have it all.I can never comprehend why some human being are not that normal after all.They have the brains, looks, brawn, the heart and some even cash.I name these group of people "perfect beings".They look perfect at every angle to me.It is just outrages, how can they be so filled with everything.Most of them I know are nice and godly people that live magnificent life.There are some are not that nice but still they have everything.Its unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ironic.The fact that some people are superior that others.Perhaps I have not seen the other side of them.The chapter where they felt small in this whole wide world.It makes you wonder where do you actually stand in this world.Luck cannot fully explain when these people are what they are.It drive me up the wall when I think how small I am compared to them.They can achieve so much as young as 15.I do not even want to go into the details on where I was when I was 15.Clueless as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life goes on.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RcHN5Y8x_2I/AAAAAAAAANI/pJSS6X6xaKE/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RcHN5Y8x_2I/AAAAAAAAANI/pJSS6X6xaKE/s400/P1010036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026525044955807586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am thinking too much again.Happens when you feel totally lost.Just wished that things could have been a bit more different.Just a wish as I am content with what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4599784252336974261?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4599784252336974261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4599784252336974261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4599784252336974261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4599784252336974261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/02/inaudible-melodies.html' title='Inaudible Melodies'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RcHN5Y8x_2I/AAAAAAAAANI/pJSS6X6xaKE/s72-c/P1010036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-6652367465143628381</id><published>2007-01-24T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:19:22.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Doctor, A Scalpel and lots of Pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 1.43 am of the morning of 23rd January 2007, I just could not shut my eyes.My left chest was beaming with spikes of pain.The swelling had become so bad that I have grown a breast on my left chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started 3 days back when the first stage of the swelling was visible. It did not hurt but the swelling was pretty bad so I had to visit a GP. Jokingly I told the GP "Doctor, I think I have breast cancer" when he asked what was wrong with me. He laughed and called me silly.It was nothing he said as it could be the swelling due to the flu that I have.He gave me some medication to reduce the swelling.No antibiotics were given then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekends , the swelling did not go down.There were absences of pain but not as atrocious as Monday night.I just popped in pain killers to relieve the pain.It did not work very well.Came dawn , I was still trying to sleep with the pain spiking through my veins.Told my mum about my condition and I was sent to the specialist center at Taman Megah.As I waited I prayed that it was nothing serious and vowed not to make fun of conditions like this anymore.My name was called.The doctor checked me , explained to me that there is a growth which has become infectious.He did mention that it was not serious and there are cases such as mine.However , what shock me most is that I need to do a minor surgery right away to take the puss and whatever rubbish that was resides internally. I was utterly speechless in a state of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, as I lied on the bed I keep thinking about how am I going to go through it.Doctor got ready and gave me a local anesthetic to reduce the pain.I closed my eyes as the stinging pain of the needle did hurt.Opening my eyes, looking at the scalpel that the doctor is holding really struck a lot of fear in me.I really wished I was put to sleep and see none of these.Blood was oozing out as the doctor cuts a small opening to drain out the puss and nonsense.Cleaning to wound and dressing it up.I was dazed and numb by everything I saw and felt.I thank God that He brought me through it.It was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still recovering from that minor surgery.I still feel the pain as the wound is taking sometime to close up as the it is being pressured by the puss which is oozing out.Pray that I would recover fast I cant stand sleeping on the bed the whole day and do nothing. I cant really do much vigorous movements until the wound has properly closed.Under medication and condition such as this I have been told to stay away from some really delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for all who prayed for me, sms and called me about my condition.I really appreciate it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-6652367465143628381?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/6652367465143628381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=6652367465143628381' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6652367465143628381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6652367465143628381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/01/doctor-scalpel-and-lots-of-pain.html' title='A Doctor, A Scalpel and lots of Pain.'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-3845344413858560301</id><published>2007-01-21T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:08:57.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Remaining Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;24 more or less days I will be heading back Down Under.As usual I am having mixed feelings.Some I cant really explain and some I can pour it out.It has be exactly 2 months since I am back and a lot of things has happened.Good and bad alike.The best days are yet to come and the past few weeks have been great days for me.Melbourne I am back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there are lots of things I wish to do before I go back.Here is a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) BTW 1200 Examination&lt;br /&gt;2)Shopping * So going to the get the shoe and coat i wanted*&lt;br /&gt;3)Meet up with the remaining people that I have not met.&lt;br /&gt;4)Visit Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;5)Have dinner with my extended families&lt;br /&gt;6)Meet up with Campus Youth Leaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it all, I think I missed out packing but that wont take long.I pack fast.I cant believe my holiday back home is coming to an end.Its blazing fast.Anyhow, I am going to enjoy every bit of my days here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-3845344413858560301?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/3845344413858560301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=3845344413858560301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3845344413858560301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3845344413858560301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/01/remaining-days.html' title='The Remaining Days'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-6618375459645417860</id><published>2007-01-14T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:47.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy is a Yuppie word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Indeed when you enjoy life , time passes by blazing fast.It has been 11 days since I last blogged.The days of the start of 2007 was soaked with joy, lot of joy. Somehow I am able to move on and think less about what has happened and going to happened.Everything just fits it perfectly.There a a few glitches here and there, but nothing dampened my spirit to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say my life is close to perfect, it would be with someone special to share it with.However life is still great.I shall dwell in bitterness all because I don't have someone to share my happiness with.Perhaps, if i had such perspective the past months I think my life would have been so much more pleasant.I hope that I remain to be like the for a year.I really want 2007 to as spectacular as the years before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/Ran24qlYDII/AAAAAAAAAMk/51T8Jwu_mYU/s1600-h/05929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/Ran24qlYDII/AAAAAAAAAMk/51T8Jwu_mYU/s400/05929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019814713045290114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Check out my new kicks!!!! This is my new Asics Gel Rocket 2 indoor sport shoes.They just look great don't they. I have the privilege to try it out this weekend.The traction is awesome, its comfortable but I feel that is it a little bit on the heavy side.Prior to that, I have a new badminton racket.I have bought a few in the past months but this was the most expensive one I have every bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RaoAr6lYDJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/v7E4yaCZjYE/s1600-h/racket_ti10_bbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RaoAr6lYDJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/v7E4yaCZjYE/s400/racket_ti10_bbe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019825489118235794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RaoAr6lYDKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1myiN_kQaTY/s1600-h/racket_ti10_shaft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RaoAr6lYDKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1myiN_kQaTY/s400/racket_ti10_shaft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019825489118235810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, the mighty Yonex Titanium 10, the top range in the Titanium series.This is the latest colour scheme.I got a chance try it out this weekend.I felt the racket is great as the weight is distributed the way i want it to be.However, I am still not used to the racket.I can take me weeks or months.Overall it is a valued for money racket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today is the day the Lord have made I shall rejoice and be glad in it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-6618375459645417860?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/6618375459645417860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=6618375459645417860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6618375459645417860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6618375459645417860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-is-yuppie-word.html' title='Happy is a Yuppie word'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/Ran24qlYDII/AAAAAAAAAMk/51T8Jwu_mYU/s72-c/05929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-5165745150024021002</id><published>2007-01-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:47.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what's in for 2007?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is the very beginning   of the year 2007, just 3 day in the year.The word bored is written all over my face literally.Moreover I am pretty lost and confused where I am heading to.A person that can feel insecure easily because things are not going the way I want it to be makes me a weakling.This is just something about me that I just cant seem to change.I really hate it when things does not turn out the way it should be.I know its life, I just want to rant it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is , how would 2007 be? For better or for worst ? I hope that it would be for better.However, things are so volatile where anything can happened.At time I am numb for feelings, deaf with sounds and tasteless with my tongue.Whats going on ? I want a glimpse of what is going on. Imagine being blind and at the same time stuck in a maze.Now thats a challenge.I want 2007 to be as smooth flowing as year 2003 where everything was really perfect for me.I just want a life that I read about and dreamed of.Perhaps, life has not started for me.The images of fun and excitement seems to be fading away slowly.Maybe because I am growing and things needs to go to another stage.Just maybe getting lost now is far better than getting lost later in life where there are more responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what lies ahead of me in 2007.I just have to keep holding one , keep hanging in there until life fully blossoms.I wish I had God's calender, from there I would know what is in front of me and what am I heading to.Too bad there is no such thing.I hope and really wish for the best in the coming day.Life is an irony.I have set goals, but even if I don't achieve I know I might achieve something else.Maybe something better than I have set for myself.I will end off with a little something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Life is meant to be lived...and learnt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Opportunities are meant to be seized...and sought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Regrets are meant to be avoided...and accepted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The past is meant to be relinquished...and remembered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The present is meant to be enjoyed...and explored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And the future is just meant to be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZvZt-WSkcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LmySK6HRb2o/s1600-h/PB180047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZvZt-WSkcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LmySK6HRb2o/s320/PB180047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015841993861009858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God Bless 2007........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-5165745150024021002?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/5165745150024021002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=5165745150024021002' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5165745150024021002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5165745150024021002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-whats-in-for-2007.html' title='So what&apos;s in for 2007?'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZvZt-WSkcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LmySK6HRb2o/s72-c/PB180047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-709017592954755869</id><published>2006-12-31T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:57:14.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusk and Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been a year.It is the dusk of 2006 and the dawn of a new year 2007.The year really passed blazing fast.Memory of receiving my offer letter to Monash Australia , still fresh in my mind.Next thing I knew I was sitting for exams in Caufield for semester one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was filled with surprises and not just that but I think it was the year that I felt I was in the lowest point on planet earth.Lonely and cold.Times in Melbourne was passed with loneliness and bitterness.It was a good time for me to reflect on the what the future holds for me.I was really lost in the maze , trying to figure out what is my purpose in this life.It was a period that discover things that I never knew I could.I was always struggling with academics all my life, but somehow I was able to overcome it and do well for academics this whole year round.2006 was a roller coaster ride,up and down.Still I am very thankful for the year as I have grown in maturity in a lot of things. Being independent was one thing but there were others like being less fickle minded, emotion control, and my reliance on God.I am so thankful that God brought me through everything that happen in 2006.I have grown stronger in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is here and all I got to do is look forward for it, below are a few new year resolution I would like to make for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Graduate -This is a must&lt;br /&gt;2) Win at least one of the Badminton Tourney&lt;br /&gt;3)Able to run 6 KM&lt;br /&gt;4) Grow more bulkier&lt;br /&gt;5) Be Happier&lt;br /&gt;6) Mature in every single way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it all, I hope I can at least achieve 4 of the resolution that I have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Happy New Year 2007 to all of you out there......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-709017592954755869?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8255684801294563493</id><published>2006-12-29T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:50.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Rocks!!!</title><content type='html'>Truly the season of Christmas is indeed an enjoyable one.There were lots of food , parties and presents.Figuratively in terms of friends,the best Christmas presents that I could ever have.Its was Christmas Eve and I had a little pot luck dinner at my house.Something small and extremely enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was adjourn to Curve where we once again find ourselves in a little club called Sanctuary.It was only 9.12 PM and the whole place was swarming with people trying to get into Sanctuary to get a place.Lucky thing that I made a reservation a day back or else my mates and I will be one of the dumb dumbs begging for a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeZXQp4rI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UCAj_b_xv50/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeZXQp4rI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UCAj_b_xv50/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947181236347570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeZnQp4tI/AAAAAAAAALE/E5kN_ApykCM/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeZnQp4tI/AAAAAAAAALE/E5kN_ApykCM/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947185531314898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeZ3Qp4uI/AAAAAAAAALM/Qmufa6WFGRY/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeZ3Qp4uI/AAAAAAAAALM/Qmufa6WFGRY/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947189826282210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeaHQp4vI/AAAAAAAAALU/GgEgcGJd0J4/s1600-h/PC250004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeaHQp4vI/AAAAAAAAALU/GgEgcGJd0J4/s320/PC250004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947194121249522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is the not so spacious area of sanctuary, with really cool orange wall lights.&lt;br /&gt;The second one is my so called booking paper, kinda cool to be known as Mr.Adrian Kok.&lt;br /&gt;Third picture a group picture of eg , me , Sue Ann, Elaine and Wonnie.&lt;br /&gt;Last one is me and my brother for another mother Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUacHQp4oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aHXkXVFG6pg/s1600-h/Picture+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUacHQp4oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aHXkXVFG6pg/s320/Picture+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013942830434476674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUacnQp4pI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VJT_9_afTJI/s1600-h/PC250005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUacnQp4pI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VJT_9_afTJI/s320/PC250005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013942839024411282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUac3Qp4qI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UaRiSYwsNdY/s1600-h/PC250008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUac3Qp4qI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UaRiSYwsNdY/s320/PC250008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013942843319378594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeZnQp4sI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0AvaCuciVSs/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeZnQp4sI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0AvaCuciVSs/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947185531314882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A group of Julie , Janet and Me&lt;br /&gt;2) Me and Julie&lt;br /&gt;3) Me and Janet&lt;br /&gt;4)The swarm of people in front of Cineleisure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUacHQp4nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9YINaJ9SRXE/s1600-h/Picture+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUacHQp4nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9YINaJ9SRXE/s320/Picture+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013942830434476658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain Deer Me and Lady Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUX6XQp4hI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dVGGeMxCGjc/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUX6XQp4hI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dVGGeMxCGjc/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013940051590636050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is a simple explanation of us trying to fit a human into a jar.It kinda failed, as the test subject was very reactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUX6nQp4iI/AAAAAAAAAJs/E9jK69afab4/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUX6nQp4iI/AAAAAAAAAJs/E9jK69afab4/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013940055885603362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Su and Miss Sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUX63Qp4jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AgreP6ijLrY/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUX63Qp4jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AgreP6ijLrY/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013940060180570674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue Ann and Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUX63Qp4kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vvQGRC1t7qY/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUX63Qp4kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vvQGRC1t7qY/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013940060180570690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, SA and Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUX7HQp4lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FlhIPYxFE1U/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUX7HQp4lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FlhIPYxFE1U/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013940064475538002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some unusual reasons, Nick seems to be very angry...I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8255684801294563493?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8255684801294563493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8255684801294563493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8255684801294563493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8255684801294563493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-rocks.html' title='Christmas Rocks!!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RZUeZXQp4rI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UCAj_b_xv50/s72-c/IMG_0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-3822767742164193784</id><published>2006-12-25T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:38:39.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love : A Thesis - Update</title><content type='html'>Yes!! I finally finished writing Chapter 1 - The definition. It took me weeks to get ideas, the whole definition of love is still at its infant stage.I am not a very good writer still working on it.So cut me some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do visit &lt;a href="http://www.loveathesis.blogspot.com"&gt;Love : A Thesis &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-3822767742164193784?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/3822767742164193784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=3822767742164193784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3822767742164193784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3822767742164193784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-thesis-update.html' title='Love : A Thesis - Update'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-3338360793217603232</id><published>2006-12-23T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:22:28.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells!! Jingle Bells!!</title><content type='html'>I just cant believe that Christmas is around the corner already!! I am all out to party till I drop. Every year, I await this time of the year as it is the biggest celebration within the whole year.Even Chinese New Year loses out to Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I begin to see more and more Christmas decoration all around PJ and KL.Its wonderful.However, people do not realise what is the real Christmas spirit all about.Some of them forget, some of them do not even know what is Christmas all about.Christmas is about the birth of my Lord and Saviour , Jesus Christ.It is a joyous day for us as who believe in him as Lord and Saviour.The day that He came into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time where you spend time with people that you cherish and love.Your friends and family.So people take time and spend time with them this Christmas.Make this year the best Christmas of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Merry Christmas to all you out there !! I love all of you!!!! Huggy Wuggy!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-3338360793217603232?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/3338360793217603232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=3338360793217603232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3338360793217603232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3338360793217603232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/12/jingle-bells-jingle-bells.html' title='Jingle Bells!! Jingle Bells!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-5693237749929480189</id><published>2006-12-22T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:29:02.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A funeral of the past....</title><content type='html'>I miss you, so bad that I still cant belive that things happend the way it is.Thoughts of you are so frequent.Everything seems like it happend yesterday.I let you go and you walked away.This videos is dedicated to you MCAC......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbcltLf2VHo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbcltLf2VHo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to bury everything 6 feet under.Lets just be what we are now, hoping that the future will bring something that is brighter than the sun.Even if we are just friends I will be more than glad.To have a friend like you.This is another song I would like to dedicate to you.Will always be your special friend.Always there for you when you need a hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/exIGLvyT0fg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/exIGLvyT0fg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"You know that I will be there for you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-5693237749929480189?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/5693237749929480189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=5693237749929480189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5693237749929480189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5693237749929480189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/12/funeral-of-past.html' title='A funeral of the past....'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8075533008445326674</id><published>2006-12-18T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:52:44.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded</title><content type='html'>As usual, my windows media player is always on random.I had a random thought about my life now and the song wounded by Good Charlotte popped out. The whole song summarise everything...It is a nice song anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wounded - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Lost and broken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hopeless and lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Smiling on the outside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and hurt beneath my skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My eyes are fading, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My soul is bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'll try to make it seem okay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;But my faith is wearing thin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So help me heal these wounds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;They've been open for way too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Help me fill this soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Even though this is not your fault, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That I'm open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And I'm bleeding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;All over your brand new rug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And I need someone to help me sew them up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I only wanted a magazine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I only wanted a movie screen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And now my mind is an open book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And now my heart is an open wound, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And now my life is an open soul for all to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;But help me heal these wounds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;They've been open for way too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Help me fill this soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Even though this is not your fault, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That I'm open and I'm bleeding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;All over your brand new rug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And I need someone to help me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So you come along, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I push you away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Then kick and scream for you to stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cuz I need someone to help me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Oh I need someone to help me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;To help me heal these wounds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;They've been open for way too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Help me fill this soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Even though this is not your fault, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That I'm open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And I'm bleeding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;All over your brand new rug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And I need someone to help me sew them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I need someone to help me fill them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I need someone to help me close them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8075533008445326674?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8075533008445326674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8075533008445326674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8075533008445326674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8075533008445326674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/12/wounded.html' title='Wounded'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4335184942819726811</id><published>2006-12-17T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:52.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flo's 24th !!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy 24th Birthday Flo!! Many might not know Flo, she's my Jie Jie that watch over me when I was in the ball comittee and MUSA council.She was the one that thought me lots of things and I have learnt a great deal of things from her.She is a wacko like me, but deep down she is strong as an ox.She was activity chairperson in MUSA in the year 2004.She rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU7EXQp4fI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YFul9NFqPdA/s1600-h/PC160010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU7EXQp4fI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YFul9NFqPdA/s320/PC160010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009475106668929522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Boy (Thats what she calls me) and Ms. Florence Phang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU5t3Qp4bI/AAAAAAAAAII/TUK6hJkQVTc/s1600-h/PC160013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU5t3Qp4bI/AAAAAAAAAII/TUK6hJkQVTc/s320/PC160013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009473620610245042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its me and my babified friend of all time,Syed a.k.a Ah Bo or Bo Bo.I want to send my many thanks to him as he was a great pal to me.He was there in the ups and downs when I was in Melbourne.Though he may be annoyying at time but I can annoy him far great than he can.All in all he is a top bloke that sticks to what he belives..Beside he does look horny in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU5uXQp4cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2XNd3pKXjS4/s1600-h/PC160011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU5uXQp4cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2XNd3pKXjS4/s320/PC160011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009473629200179650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gals that was at the dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU3hnQp4ZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xH6SUtEKk9s/s1600-h/PC160016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU3hnQp4ZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xH6SUtEKk9s/s320/PC160016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009471211133591954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flo ,Navin , Me and Bo Bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYVBJ3Qp4gI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a-Z7cwJAl0w/s1600-h/PC160015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYVBJ3Qp4gI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a-Z7cwJAl0w/s320/PC160015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009481798227976706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buntut, Kok and Babified....Some one is sleeping all the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU3gXQp4WI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XfjjiRPJADI/s1600-h/PC160029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU3gXQp4WI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XfjjiRPJADI/s320/PC160029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009471189658755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner in SS 2 at a italian restaurant, we ajourn our party to Navins house to surprise Flo with a birthday cake.The cake looks yummy rite..mmmm lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU3hHQp4YI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jsTmVdFYM94/s1600-h/PC160021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU3hHQp4YI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jsTmVdFYM94/s320/PC160021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009471202543657346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flo admiring her cake when the candles are dripping all over the cake...BLOW LA DUDETTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait she is making her wish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU3g3Qp4XI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eATOOBRCEU4/s1600-h/PC160026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU3g3Qp4XI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eATOOBRCEU4/s320/PC160026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009471198248690034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flo cutting her cake the pizza man way!! lol No skill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The night was filled with lots of laughter with us make lots of jokes and bitching about the good old days when we were all involve in the student council.I miss those days when we all were in the council , we all had so much fun even it was so tiring.Even at times we skip classes just to get things done in the council.However, it was all fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU3hnQp4ZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xH6SUtEKk9s/s1600-h/PC160016.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4335184942819726811?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4335184942819726811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4335184942819726811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4335184942819726811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4335184942819726811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/12/flos-24th.html' title='Flo&apos;s 24th !!!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RYU7EXQp4fI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YFul9NFqPdA/s72-c/PC160010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-7119012433261133962</id><published>2006-12-09T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:54.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctuary @ Curve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr Chu wanted to do something on friday night ,  something  not the  usual  yam cha  session that  we have on a  weekly basis.Reason  being he woul d be  starting his internship and we wont be able to see each other  that often.So  we headed to curve to join the rest at Laundry Bar.That  place was packed full because of the battle of the band event that is  held next to it.So we thought  of checking out the bar upstairs. So we settled in , as it was a nice a cosy place to hang out and chill..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpSSGPljjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kgnwojtP-48/s1600-h/PC090083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpSSGPljjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kgnwojtP-48/s320/PC090083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006404406642839090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Datuk Chu.Man he look horny enough to rape me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpSS2PljlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/I-HD89TXBvY/s1600-h/PC090073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpSS2PljlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/I-HD89TXBvY/s320/PC090073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006404419527741010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh I cant belive it!! I met Sharon Khoo!! Man i have not see her in ages and she is still as sexy as ever.I was great to catch up with her...Her tongue is darn long...Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpSTWPljmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wRDs3mNKxto/s1600-h/PC090080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpSTWPljmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wRDs3mNKxto/s320/PC090080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006404428117675618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The poison that numb our senses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpSTmPljnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JnafcXO4Dn0/s1600-h/PC090081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpSTmPljnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JnafcXO4Dn0/s320/PC090081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006404432412642930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us at Sanctuary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpP1mPljeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gkV2BAmJ_jM/s1600-h/PC090071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpP1mPljeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gkV2BAmJ_jM/s320/PC090071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006401717993311714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon and Su Wei, I wonder what Su Wei is laughing at??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpP12PljfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/d276bbvbiBI/s1600-h/PC090074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpP12PljfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/d276bbvbiBI/s320/PC090074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006401722288279026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharon Sexy and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpP2WPljgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aQtsYb5WVJ4/s1600-h/PC090077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpP2WPljgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aQtsYb5WVJ4/s320/PC090077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006401730878213634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Brather Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpP2mPljhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7nXbgrE6KLQ/s1600-h/PC090079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpP2mPljhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7nXbgrE6KLQ/s320/PC090079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006401735173180946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Su Wei , Chu and Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpvE2PljtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rnDjB96ptGo/s1600-h/PC090082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpvE2PljtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rnDjB96ptGo/s320/PC090082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006436064846778066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonnie and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The night ended with us snacking away with nuggets and fries.Plus a little dancing here and there.I was a fun night out with lots of laughter.The drinks we chilling good and it was nice to chill with my mates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-7119012433261133962?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/7119012433261133962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=7119012433261133962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/7119012433261133962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/7119012433261133962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/12/sanctuary-curve.html' title='Sanctuary @ Curve'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpSSGPljjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kgnwojtP-48/s72-c/PC090083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4662454917625913</id><published>2006-12-08T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:06:02.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blast at Genting...</title><content type='html'>The first weekend of the December was spent on Uncle's Lim kingdom.Genting highlands was the place where the super hero gang reunited. Took a drive up.It was so misty but the weather was great as I feel so Melbourne.It was a great time, to catch up with the lost time.For some of them being 21 and able to enter the casino to gamble.We I did gamble just for the fun and I won Rm100.Not too bad for a beginner I would say.We took lots of pictures, I will let the pictures paint the story of our trip up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgQmPljoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KkI43yRaCMs/s1600-h/IMG_9157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgQmPljoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KkI43yRaCMs/s320/IMG_9157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006419774035824258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me killing Aunty Su Wei (Ultrawoman), I had fun doing it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgQ2PljpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8B_jdJXxkJY/s1600-h/IMG_9121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgQ2PljpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8B_jdJXxkJY/s320/IMG_9121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006419778330791570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eg it is all your fault I told you should have not bet that last chip of yours.Now you are broke!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgQ2PljqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hBLDAq4ulzo/s1600-h/IMG_9128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgQ2PljqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hBLDAq4ulzo/s320/IMG_9128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006419778330791586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Boon (Ultraman) outside of Genting Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgRGPljrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Si9F4jSuqLQ/s1600-h/IMG_9144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgRGPljrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Si9F4jSuqLQ/s320/IMG_9144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006419782625758898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sesi Gaying..Now thats what I called Threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgRGPljsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3mpcnHJziUI/s1600-h/IMG_9150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgRGPljsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3mpcnHJziUI/s320/IMG_9150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006419782625758914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Su Wei with the China doll look..She look so haha Duhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpLQ2PljZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6zfmBRnqKXU/s1600-h/P1020122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpLQ2PljZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6zfmBRnqKXU/s320/P1020122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006396688586608018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wassup man!!! Blurry D in the house!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpLRGPljaI/AAAAAAAAADY/vPDNHia-cbs/s1600-h/P1020123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpLRGPljaI/AAAAAAAAADY/vPDNHia-cbs/s320/P1020123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006396692881575330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TL , Please lose all your money fast I am getting bored!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpLRmPljbI/AAAAAAAAADg/m8DeUvxS2Qs/s1600-h/P1020126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpLRmPljbI/AAAAAAAAADg/m8DeUvxS2Qs/s320/P1020126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006396701471509938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 10 of us.Justin, Nick , Ee Way, Me , Tien Long. Eugene, Boon , Su wei, Darrel and Jared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpLSmPljcI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZPhoa97wpLE/s1600-h/IMG_9038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpLSmPljcI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZPhoa97wpLE/s320/IMG_9038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006396718651379138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick look so frighten,The Vios that carried out heavy asses up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpLS2PljdI/AAAAAAAAADw/Qbb8Zq2Dzck/s1600-h/IMG_9040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpLS2PljdI/AAAAAAAAADw/Qbb8Zq2Dzck/s320/IMG_9040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006396722946346450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you guys will puke but dont I look sexy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpIgWPljUI/AAAAAAAAACo/kv27Lj-nV2M/s1600-h/P1020028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpIgWPljUI/AAAAAAAAACo/kv27Lj-nV2M/s320/P1020028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006393656339696962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn!! I am too tall for the theme park!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpIgmPljVI/AAAAAAAAACw/XGKkhIaac54/s1600-h/P1020029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpIgmPljVI/AAAAAAAAACw/XGKkhIaac54/s320/P1020029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006393660634664274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eg and me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpIhWPljXI/AAAAAAAAADA/ELIlDlnF_dg/s1600-h/P1020084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpIhWPljXI/AAAAAAAAADA/ELIlDlnF_dg/s320/P1020084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006393673519566194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This boat is Bloody Slow...Took me forever to return to the dock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpIh2PljYI/AAAAAAAAADI/iLeOorLaakA/s1600-h/P1020110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpIh2PljYI/AAAAAAAAADI/iLeOorLaakA/s320/P1020110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006393682109500802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the Love Birds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOkHVZ8k3I/AAAAAAAAABc/ie9SiGhhPrA/s1600-h/IMG_3344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOkHVZ8k3I/AAAAAAAAABc/ie9SiGhhPrA/s320/IMG_3344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004524056850764658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bang ! Bang ! Lucky thing there was not any Boom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOkI1Z8k4I/AAAAAAAAABk/VgeZX4RxyZk/s1600-h/IMG_3300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOkI1Z8k4I/AAAAAAAAABk/VgeZX4RxyZk/s320/IMG_3300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004524082620568450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very sweet and loving UltraMan and UltraWoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOkKlZ8k5I/AAAAAAAAABs/BuYIZX2Jhcs/s1600-h/IMG_3375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOkKlZ8k5I/AAAAAAAAABs/BuYIZX2Jhcs/s320/IMG_3375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004524112685339538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is my car on the stage??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOaZ1Z8kyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RPKGeywV4-E/s1600-h/IMG_3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOaZ1Z8kyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RPKGeywV4-E/s320/IMG_3357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004513379562066722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the Love birds again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOablZ8kzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xkpmm5V1c1c/s1600-h/IMG_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOablZ8kzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xkpmm5V1c1c/s320/IMG_3282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004513409626837810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eg is my man!! Bad Boys for Life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOac1Z8k0I/AAAAAAAAABE/LTXDmNPWNHI/s1600-h/IMG_3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOac1Z8k0I/AAAAAAAAABE/LTXDmNPWNHI/s320/IMG_3294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004513431101674306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A brotherhood photo..Brothers for life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOaeVZ8k1I/AAAAAAAAABM/HCD5nE9V3tI/s1600-h/IMG_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOaeVZ8k1I/AAAAAAAAABM/HCD5nE9V3tI/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004513456871478098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The camera man at Work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOaf1Z8k2I/AAAAAAAAABU/1W9Wqucm0QM/s1600-h/IMG_3306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOaf1Z8k2I/AAAAAAAAABU/1W9Wqucm0QM/s320/IMG_3306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004513482641281890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Ee way and Nick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOUq1Z8ktI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QhLFrTHnvYc/s1600-h/IMG_3388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOUq1Z8ktI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QhLFrTHnvYc/s320/IMG_3388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004507074550076114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot about the 10 monkeys who terrorise Genting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOUr1Z8kuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dcVe48j67po/s1600-h/IMG_3367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOUr1Z8kuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dcVe48j67po/s320/IMG_3367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004507091729945314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Private gaying session with Boon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOUtFZ8kvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z7jWISyFu5o/s1600-h/IMG_3361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOUtFZ8kvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z7jWISyFu5o/s320/IMG_3361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004507113204781810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bottom Ups!!!!!! Hic Hic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOUulZ8kwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Kwv3OJR0Hgg/s1600-h/IMG_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOUulZ8kwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Kwv3OJR0Hgg/s320/IMG_3355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004507138974585602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont know how to describe this photo..It is just ermm too obsecene..*Censored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOUwFZ8kxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1NvT86c9o4I/s1600-h/IMG_3351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXOUwFZ8kxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1NvT86c9o4I/s320/IMG_3351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004507164744389394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful picture of us after screw from the corkscrew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4662454917625913?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4662454917625913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4662454917625913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4662454917625913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4662454917625913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/12/blast-at-genting.html' title='A Blast at Genting...'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAFXViP0f9s/RXpgQmPljoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KkI43yRaCMs/s72-c/IMG_9157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-9002602497304530920</id><published>2006-12-05T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:03:54.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggy Tagged Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer ONE : On the Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Adrian Kok Pui Khong&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 3th of October 1985&lt;br /&gt;Current Status: Me, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Copper Brown&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer TWO : On the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: Cockroach&lt;br /&gt;Your Weaknesses: Blur and Clumsy&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: Super Supreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer THREE : Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: What time is it???&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: 1 am&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: My Pre - U, CIMP RWAKS!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer FOUR : Your Pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke!!!&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Hungry Jack !! :P&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Both is cool still it depends&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Lipton tea or Nestea: Lipton&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer FIVE : Do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: NO&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Yes I do. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer SIX : In the Past Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Yeah and lots of it !!!&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: Yes !!&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer SEVEN: Have You Ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: I would like to !!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer EIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you're hoping to be married : 28 I think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer NINE: In a Girl/Guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour:On individual basis&lt;br /&gt;Best hair colour: On individual basis&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: On individual basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer TEN: What Were You Doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago: Rubbing my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ago: SS2 Mamak&lt;br /&gt;4.5 hours ago: Watching " I not Stupid"&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago: The day I confessed my feelings to you....&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago:Monash results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer ELEVEN : Finish The Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love: You&lt;br /&gt;I feel: Numb&lt;br /&gt;I hate: demanding people&lt;br /&gt;I hide: the past&lt;br /&gt;I miss: Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;I need: Buff up !!! I am too skinny :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Layer TWELVE: Tag Five People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fiona Lim&lt;br /&gt;2) Reagan Chen&lt;br /&gt;3) Yuki Law&lt;br /&gt;4) Anyone who wants to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-9002602497304530920?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/9002602497304530920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=9002602497304530920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9002602497304530920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/9002602497304530920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/12/taggy-tagged-tag.html' title='Taggy Tagged Tag'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-5155158047034276475</id><published>2006-12-04T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:37:07.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience by Take That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just have a little patience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm still hurting from a love I lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm feeling your frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Any minute all the pain will stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just hold me close inside your arms tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;don't be too hard on my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I need time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart is numb, has no feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So while I'm still healing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just try and have a little patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I really wanna start over again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know you wanna be my salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The one that I can always depend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll try to be strong. Believe me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm trying to move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's complicated but understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah, have a little patience, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cause these scars run so deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's been hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I have to believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have a little patience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have a little patience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank Lizzie for sharing this song it everything that I am feeling right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/17099359-5155158047034276475?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/5155158047034276475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=5155158047034276475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5155158047034276475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5155158047034276475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/12/patience-by-take-that.html' title='Patience by Take That'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-1612374523746227316</id><published>2006-11-29T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:50:43.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything happend flash, one moment I was in tears walking towards the immgration.The next think I know I was walking with you on SouthBank in Melbourne.Then, I am home again for the summer holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home for 8 days , countless things happend.Just 8 days and it seemed like it was weeks.I lost you when I return home.Question is should I had ever return home? All in a nutshell. Things change and it can never be the same again.A big THANKS to people who there for me.You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my results hours ago, I could never have been so happy in my life in Monash. 1 HD 2 D and 1 C . I could not ask for more. All praise goes to Him. It really shows that if I am faithful , He will always be faithful.In faith I belive the best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is drawing to an end, I just want to end it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of summer that was an invisble winter in me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-1612374523746227316?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/1612374523746227316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=1612374523746227316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1612374523746227316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/1612374523746227316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/8-days.html' title='8 Days....'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8516431684523732714</id><published>2006-11-28T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:18:07.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The past nights before I fall into slumber.I think about the past , present and future of this life of mine.Where am I heading? What am I doing? People around has been asking about why I am so  emotional.The gang has commented that I have change into something they knew not.As if my lifeforce has been take away.Everyone has been telling me , I look green and pale.I am just trying to figure out this life.Everytime when I get my life sorted out.Somehow there will something that will rob it all away from me and I have to rebuild it up again.Through these years, I have grown tired of picking myself up again.Well aware that I am able to do so.However, I just dont bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like this life is a terrible dream.Smack me awake man! I have always dreamed of a life, simple and beautiful.It does not require the glittering gold and the shine of glamour.A comfortable life with finances that is able to support an upper class middle class life.A wife to love.Childrens that are adorable and drives me up the wall.Now thats a dream far of to future.Looking something closer, I dream to graduate in a years time. Work for a multinational firm that will give me a good pay and the essential exprience I need.Then 5-7 years down the road start a business.A vibrant business with lots of money to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at band practice , Dex forced everyone to share what going on in our love life.It was my turn and I just said S.A.D (Single And Desperate).Only kidding.Actual fact I am down because of my love life.Somehow things always turn ulgy.I never could picture a happy everlasting me together with that special someone.It just sucks big time.I always did dream of someone out there that could not just give me affection but also the support that I need.As behind every great man lies a great woman.I do dream of waking up in the early in the morning to make breakfast for her.Buy her flowers.Watching movies with her.Cook a scrumptious dinner for her on our aniversary.I find it more sweeter that way.Shower her with all the little things in life that I can give.Like giving her a massage to relive her of stress.Make her a warm cup of drink when her when her work drives her crazy.Provide her will all the support , hugs and kisses.Being on the giving end makes me feel good but I need to be on the receiving end.I dream that she would take care of me when i am ill, getting me medicine and fetching me a glass of warm water once in a while.Cook for me when I am not able to do so.Support me in the things that I love to like playing badminton.Go for jogs with me. Giving me random hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dreams for now, it is an era of silence for me at the moment.The best is yet to come, all I need is to belive in faith that everything I dream of will come to pass.Dreaming my new hobby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8516431684523732714?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8516431684523732714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8516431684523732714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8516431684523732714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8516431684523732714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-in-dream.html' title='All in a Dream'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-5613889880976238506</id><published>2006-11-24T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:48:00.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home?</title><content type='html'>Not as sweet after all, there is such drastic mixture of feelings till I want to go back to Melbourne.I am really sad about what has happend between you and me.I wish I am stonger to overcome it, I am just not that strong anymore.Whatever it is, all I want is you to be happy.If you have have a changd thought, feellings and affections.Please do tell me honestly.I'll be waiting fo as long as it takes.Just dont make me wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and EG thanks for making the time for lunch and listening to my inner thoughts.You have been great pals and brothers to me.Nick stop wearing the same colour as me. Wonder why people ask us are we gay.Still you are my best buddy, brother from another mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon at 12.30 pm Malaysian time, I am going for a surgery that was plan months before.I am quite scared actually anything can happend.Just pray that I will be safe.Thanks in advance for the prayers.Hope I dont see heaven earlier.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Ai Wo Bie Zou "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-5613889880976238506?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/5613889880976238506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=5613889880976238506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5613889880976238506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/5613889880976238506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home?'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4848885762235428487</id><published>2006-11-22T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:42:54.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days go by in insecurity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am I really worth it? Worthy of being loved and care for? Seriously what have I done to deserve what I am getting? Do people just love me for other reasons? I am just so sick and tired of you being undecisive , not focus in what you really need to do and being emotional over thing that does not really matter. If your friends get more attention than I do.I rather be your friend.It hurts so much that I cant bear it anymore. I am not as strong as I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all I want, all I need , my everything.I just need a glimpse of what you were. You have changed and I cant accept it.Am I no longer important? You said that I am extra special to you but  dont feel that extra special treatment at all.It is always your friends.Why a I always part of a fool.What you are doing is a memory of a hurt I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your head straight , make a decision and focus on what really matters. You jump into something before you think twice and now you are slowly killing someone.You know that my door is always open come anytime you want, I will be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I surrender everything to you.All that I have all that I am.Guide me , My father in Heaven.Be there with me like you always did.I fall in to obilivion anymore, I want to be your arm and people that I love and care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4848885762235428487?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4848885762235428487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4848885762235428487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4848885762235428487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4848885762235428487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/days-go-by-in-insecurity.html' title='Days go by in insecurity'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-6800639478099626320</id><published>2006-11-18T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:52:26.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inner Battle....</title><content type='html'>4 Matches , 21 point system , 4 opponents and more than 6 hours of gameplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are clouding my judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic, confused and dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to keep my mind straight and focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power, speed and agility to win them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None to motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not fall but rise against all that oppose me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-6800639478099626320?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/6800639478099626320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=6800639478099626320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6800639478099626320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6800639478099626320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/inner-battle.html' title='An Inner Battle....'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-3537318430520174821</id><published>2006-11-16T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:47:02.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/117-1776_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/117-1776_IMG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss my Marvelous 3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/P7040122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/P7040122.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Aunty Ee Way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/IMG_7943.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/IMG_7943.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Nick Chewperman....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/P7030077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/P7030077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss my super hero couple, UltraMan and UltraWomen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/113-1383_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/113-1383_IMG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss American Man.Dude you owe me 4 shots of Tequila....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/IMG_7946.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/IMG_7946.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss the Big and little Woons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/IMG_7950.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/IMG_7950.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss my Angels and Datuk Chu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/33453477713079l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/33453477713079l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you too EG....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/116-1686_IMG.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/116-1686_IMG.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Starlet Blue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/100-0026_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/100-0026_IMG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Florence My Mama- San....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/IMG_0095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Pre-U 4 Cell Group....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/26022609955286l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/26022609955286l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Team Flare....Where is Peter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/PICT0129.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/PICT0129.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss my Poo Machine....Chub Chub....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the MOB squad - Godfather, Manic, Chance, Leto....&lt;br /&gt;(Dont have a pic of you guy all together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss CRV and BHUR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Bu 11 /9 ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Taman Tun Park....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hiking at Bukit Gasing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 1 Utama,SP, Curve and Sungai Wang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the mamaks in PJ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sunway Campus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we all will reconcile, I cherish all the above....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-3537318430520174821?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/3537318430520174821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=3537318430520174821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3537318430520174821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/3537318430520174821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic....'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-8972603907423232643</id><published>2006-11-15T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:41:34.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why do I create mistakes? I am just too clusmy with everything. I  am never tactful with my words.My degress of assertiveness is not up to a level that people can appreciate.I cant seem to say things that are propper at the right time.Why is that so? I hurt people around me with words that I did not mean to say.I really did not mean it, but then when I try to explain my words I contradict myself.It hurts as I feel the guilt running through my veins.I can never explain what I really meant as the damage has been done.I can never comprehend why I ever said the things I say to people.Enough of justification, I need to change. Being tactful and assertive is as vital as my every heartbeat.Thinking twice before I open my stupid mouth is a more than just a requirement it is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, I just hate feeling emotional over things I have done.I want things to be the the way it used to be , when time and space matter not.I dont want to fall again, cause I am tired of falling.The endless thoughts of my mistakes haunts me.I confess that I am not perfect.Broken inside as I do not want the past to merge into the masterpiece I am painting now.My thoughts are clouded with confusion.Will time tell another tale as I let is pass by.Is it me or is it world has become ruthless.Am I important? The edge is not 6 feet short but 6 feet long.I need an answer to define all that matters.Will catch me like before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing remains, will destiny slip off my hands like fine sand.With broken wings I cant soar to the inner sanctum that keep me warm.A bad day, my blue skies have fade to shades of grey. As watch the waves wash against the shore.I ponder where will this head to.I dont want this to end.I dont to be lost in a maze when I put myself in the maze myself.Help me heal the wounds even if it was not your fault.Sew them up and bury it into the past for me.I just want the life that I read and dreamt of.Let me collide with the stars again............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-8972603907423232643?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/8972603907423232643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=8972603907423232643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8972603907423232643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/8972603907423232643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/heavenly-broken_15.html' title='Heavenly Broken'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-4211637374389662728</id><published>2006-11-15T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:47:34.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Momment With You.</title><content type='html'>Everyone has their moments.Moments that will stay, moments that will fade.We all to some extend make these so called moments in our lives.Some moments are meant to be left behind to allow new moments to come into our lives.As far as I know, I am never lucky.I choose not to believe that I am lucky at times.Rather I never really belived in myself in a lot of things.Time and again I fail.Fail to prove to the world that I am worthy of anything.I am constantly searching to remain in a sanctuary where I allow what I am really inside me to pour out.On so many occassion I never did find that secret place that I long for.The days passes by as my time in this world passes.Will I ever touch destiny? A question I ponder for eternity.It was once said that man goes through an evolution and not a revolution.To have a moment with you is filled with such a degree of complexity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I choose to belive that I am that lucky? Will I cease it? A revelation, flings wide windows of oppourtunity.It was a prespective that held me back.A mindset that crippled me.Held me back to many things I should have grab hold of.A moment with you, was just more than a revelation.It was also a place where I felt different, I felt comfortable. A sanctuary where I can hide my sorrows and drown myself with the abundance of love.Showering me as pass my days in this world that never cease to take whats left of me.A hope that provides me the security,I know I will be safe.The warmest arms that unfreezee my frozen cold heart.All in just one moment. A moment with you is all that matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"People buy things, make friends , look for love just to be a bit happier in their lives"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WongFu Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-4211637374389662728?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/4211637374389662728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=4211637374389662728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4211637374389662728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/4211637374389662728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/momment-with-you.html' title='A Momment With You.'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-6211011793468069487</id><published>2006-11-11T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:49:03.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proton's Next Model</title><content type='html'>Concept cars they were meant to be a concept.A future dream in simple terms.So Proton, Malaysia's national car maufacturer concive their own concept car. I reckon the design are awesome.However, I feel that a lot of elemets of the car are rather similiar to the Proton Gen 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/pic17421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/pic17421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The interior has numerous similarities as the Proton Gen 2. A few distinct feature that looks similar would be the dashboard and steering wheel. Again Proton, has gave the whole interior plastic feel where everything will fall off in due time.I would have to give them some credit as some of the elements are very futuristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/pic00292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/pic00292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont know what APX stands for, maybe its the prototype name for the car.If you do realised one thing the rims are the same rims as the Proton Gen 2.I am now sure what is the size but I assume that would be a 15 or a 16 inch rims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/pic12382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/pic12382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The car looks so long from the side. I looks like a station wagon rather than a sporty car.The only station wagon that really looks cool would be the Subaru Forester.This not a Subaru it is a Proton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/pic03902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/pic03902.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man I love those exahust pipes they are cool.At least there is a cool thing about this car after all.Still from this angle the car give me an impression that it is a station wagon rather than a sports sedan or a hatchback.Thumbs up with the design of the back of the car, it think it looks brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/1600/pic14604.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2655/2087/320/pic14604.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to be serious!! There are no window frames on this car.That  is something to look forward to.Plus there is an adequate boot space which would add value to the overall car value.I wonder how would Proton price this car. I hope that it is affordable.Not that I would buy one, but it would be good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall from what I can see, the car is not too bad.However it is a concept car that Proton had concived.I am not sure will this car ever be on the market.Rumors says it will.Oh well we will just see about that.One last thing I would worry for Proton is their infamous quality control.I am not mocking them but merely give my opinions about the quality of their cars.I really hope that the quality contorol for this car will be a whole lot better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-6211011793468069487?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/6211011793468069487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=6211011793468069487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6211011793468069487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/6211011793468069487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/protons-next-model.html' title='Proton&apos;s Next Model'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-116316479834379862</id><published>2006-11-10T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:16:06.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has come to an end</title><content type='html'>Exams are over now.I am gald that it is over, after 2 torturous weeks.Gosh!! I am so thankful that  finally I can breath again. Overall I think I did okay for the exams this time round hopefully I pass all my units and maybe get a few distinction in the process of hope.Thank all who was there for me and those who had prayed for me I am sure God answers prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to go home.I just miss home so much........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-116316479834379862?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/116316479834379862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=116316479834379862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/116316479834379862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/116316479834379862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-come-to-end.html' title='It has come to an end'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-116287021801787706</id><published>2006-11-07T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:58:46.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know most of you have your exams completed.I dont as I have one more to go.Stress is in the air but I have found some jokes that can cheer you guys up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************** &lt;br /&gt;Man comes home , finds his wife with his friend in&lt;br /&gt;bed . He shoots his friend and kills him.&lt;br /&gt;Wife says "If you behave like this, you will lose ALL&lt;br /&gt;your friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small Boy wrote to Santa Claus," send me a brother"&lt;br /&gt;Santa wrote back," SEND ME YOUR MOTHER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the definition of Mistress?&lt;br /&gt;Someone between the Mister and Mattress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband asks, "Do u know the meaning of WIFE??&lt;br /&gt;Without Information Fighting Everytime&lt;br /&gt;Wife replies," No, It means ,&lt;br /&gt;With Idiot For Ever!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between stress, tension and panic?&lt;br /&gt;Stress is when wife is pregnant,&lt;br /&gt;Tension is when girlfriend is pregnant,&lt;br /&gt;and Panic is when both are pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Do you know the importance of a period?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Yeah, once my sister said she has missed one,&lt;br /&gt;my mom fainted, dad got a heart attack &amp;amp; our driver&lt;br /&gt;ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman asks man who is traveling with six children,&lt;br /&gt;"Are all these kids yours??"&lt;br /&gt;The man replies, " No, I work in a condom factory&lt;br /&gt;and these are customer complaints".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young boy asks his Dad, "What is the difference&lt;br /&gt;between confident and confidential.&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, "You are my son, I'm confident about that.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend over there is also my son, that's confidential!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I got all these of the internet!! I dont have the time to make all these up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-116287021801787706?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/116287021801787706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=116287021801787706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/116287021801787706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/116287021801787706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for Laughs'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-115614099847001106</id><published>2006-11-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:58:22.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR!!!</title><content type='html'>War.War never changes.Date back to the ancicent civilzation till modern era war was a daily routine.Some say war is inevitable.However, the question is will war ever stop being a part of human history? Now thats a question for God to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, imagine if war had never broke out ever.Will we have what we have today or will we still be living in caves? It will be an endless debate whether war has a positive or a negative effect. War in the ancient days were seen as something that is noble. War in the modern era is a war of ideas and power.Religion is always an excuse to fight.The irony is that religion had never encourage wars.Humans are the only one to be blamed.War is an ulgy thing.It has never been a beautiful picture.Hence,devil is the artist.War will it ever end? Will there be a nuclear winter as people has forsee it to come to pass? Personally, I think no one wants be living in a nuclear fallout though some games makes it looks so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War never changes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"War is inevitable, it con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sist of 14 shades of grey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-115614099847001106?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/115614099847001106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=115614099847001106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/115614099847001106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/115614099847001106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/war.html' title='WAR!!!'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-116204197868611510</id><published>2006-11-03T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:58:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Marry The Right Person ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am not getting married , just that I was found something really meaningful and would like to share with allof you.It may or may not apply to you , but it is good to have a read.I did not write this article someone else did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I noticed  that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said,  "It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depends. Is  that your husband?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In all seriousness, she answered "How do you  know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good that  it's weighing on your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVERY  relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your  spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their  idiosyncrasies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact,  it was a completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have  to DO anything. That's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why it's called "falling" in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because it's   happening TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was  swept of my feet." Think about the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagery of that _expression. It implies  that you were just standing  there;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing nothing, and then something came  along and happened TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling is love is easy. It's a passive and  spontaneous experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria  of  love fades. It's the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly  but surely, phone calls  become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bother (if they come at all), touch is not  always welcome (when  it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead  of being cute, drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with  every relationship, but if you  think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about your marriage, you will notice a  dramatic difference between  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;initial stage when you were in love and a  much duller or even angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subsequent stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At this point, you  and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right person?" And  as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love you once had,  you may begin to desire that experience with  someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;else. This is when  marriages breakdown. People blame their  spouse for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their unhappiness and  look outside their marriage for fulfillment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extramarital  fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most obvious.  But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excessive TV, or  abusive substances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside  your marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It lies within it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not saying that you couldn't  fall in love with someone else. You could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And TEMPORARILY you'd  feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few years later. Because  (listen carefully to this):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS  NOT FINDING THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU  FOUND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience.  It'll NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to  "make" it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day in and day out. That's why we have the _expression "the labor  of love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most  importantly, it  takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your  marriage work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There  are specific  things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed  with your marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe  (such as gravity), there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are also laws for relationships. Just as the right  diet and exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;program makes you physically stronger, certain   habits in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a  direct cause and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;predictable...you can "make" love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Well there you have it.Love is just more than a feeling, more than just falling for it.It's a learning process like how life is all about.To me, the  article is an intersting read. Have a nice weekend everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-116204197868611510?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/116204197868611510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=116204197868611510' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/116204197868611510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/116204197868611510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/11/did-i-marry-right-person.html' title='Did I Marry The Right Person ??'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17099359.post-116227563584080305</id><published>2006-10-31T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:58:46.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is meant to be lived...and learnt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opportunities are meant to be seized...and sought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regrets are meant to be avoided...and accepted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past is meant to be relinquished...and remembered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The present is meant to be enjoyed...and explored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the future is just meant to be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17099359-116227563584080305?l=blurryd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/feeds/116227563584080305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17099359&amp;postID=116227563584080305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/116227563584080305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17099359/posts/default/116227563584080305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurryd.blogspot.com/2006/10/random.html' title='A Random'/><author><name>Blurry D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14173118096765450102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/454022826_c582b7cf4c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
