<?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-34271849</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:23:22.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipsmackin' Thirstquenchin' Acetastin' Motivatin' Goodbuzzin' Cooltalkin'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-7949837290015797404</id><published>2007-03-27T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T04:31:56.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bibir ...&lt;br /&gt;Ku mengucapkan&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan hati&lt;br /&gt;Yang silih berganti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati ...&lt;br /&gt;Sering bertanya&lt;br /&gt;Apakah benar&lt;br /&gt;Ucapan kata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau bibir Melafas marah&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi hati Merindu sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai hati Seiring kata&lt;br /&gt;Terjalinlah cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini ...&lt;br /&gt;Bibir dan hati&lt;br /&gt;Membisik ucapan&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah yang ku nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini bibir dan hati seiring&lt;br /&gt;Hulurkan tanganmu&lt;br /&gt;Hampirilah daku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita&lt;br /&gt;Menuju bersama&lt;br /&gt;Membinakan kasih&lt;br /&gt;Marah-marah sayang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-7949837290015797404?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/7949837290015797404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=7949837290015797404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/7949837290015797404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/7949837290015797404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/03/bibir.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-5255071270241707728</id><published>2007-03-06T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:21:31.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/Re1T3b1Va_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/86OQ6Zm2RbU/s1600-h/l_p1004628679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/Re1T3b1Va_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/86OQ6Zm2RbU/s320/l_p1004628679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038775769926822898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the motherland were a river, I would be a fish swimming happily. If the  motherland were a road, I would be a car moving forward happily. If the  motherland were a tree, I would be a leaf waving in the breeze happily. (quote from Movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film follows a migrant worker's adventure in carrying his friend's dead body home, as Chinese people believe that it is the ultimate misfortune if a person cannot be buried in his hometown after death.    Old Zhao who works in a city far away from home. His friend Liu unfortunately dies, and Zhao decides to carry his corpse all the way home. On his way, Zhao meets various interesting people who, moved by his loyalty to his friend, give him a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel life is unpredictable, consisting of ups and downs. Sometimes you may be in high  spirits, but at other times you can feel very low. Sometimes you may meet very good  people, but don't forget villains do exist. Sometimes you may bound forward and run  quickly, but you can be found staggering along one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a dead leaf falls down, it is absorbed by the soil and a new plant  will grow.The cycle of birth, growth and death repeats itself, like the river in the  last scene. That's life huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how feeble and helpless we may feel sometimes, human beings will  still struggle with the environment and fate for an opportunity to live.  Ahead of us are lots of things to experience, exciting and depressing.  Nevertheless, because of pain, we know what pleasure is. That's just like  the walking scenes in the movie. When the girls working in the field, cars,  cow and bicycle pass by, we know how fast Old Zhao walks. Audience may pay attention to the symbolic meanings of different vehicles in  the movie e.g. bicycles, coaches, carts, private cars, trucks, buses, etc.  If we were doomed to the sufferings, what we are able to change would be the  way in which we interpret them. Be positive and never give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ends suddenly and the unfinished business may puzzle some members  of the audience. However, I personally find it very meaningful and symbolic.  The ending successfully upgrades this can-be-typical road movie to an  abstract motto. "Life is a road comprising UPS and DOWNS. Do live each day  happily as it comes and enjoy life to the full!" The ending also symbolically implies that human beings should not always emphasize the  importance of results. Instead, we should pay attention to the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those touching moments, black humor, superb acting and the meaningful ending  make this road movie a unique and impressive one causing catharsis (release of emotional tension) if know wad i mean. I was moved to  tears and laughter and people may ponder on the meaning of LIFE after watching this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!  (9.5/10 rating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View trailer @ http://video.xanga.com/lauwaiying/2b9e7250496/video.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/34271849-5255071270241707728?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/5255071270241707728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=5255071270241707728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/5255071270241707728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/5255071270241707728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-motherland-were-river-i-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/Re1T3b1Va_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/86OQ6Zm2RbU/s72-c/l_p1004628679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-3272250571331804317</id><published>2007-02-20T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:26:32.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/RdsVELD2Y_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6t6WmX6qBpI/s1600-h/gubra_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033640169949258738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/RdsVELD2Y_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6t6WmX6qBpI/s320/gubra_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orked is a upper-middle class working woman who married to a successful advertising executive Arif. Early one morning, Orked received news that her father had collapsed. This unfortunate event proves Arif to be caring husband who takes charge of the crisis while the rest of the family undergoes an emotional breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, things take a turn when Orked discovers, by accident, that the seemingly reliable Arif may be seeing another woman behind her back. On the other side of town, in a relatively poorer housing area, a young Muslim cleric and his cheerful wife live next door to a couple of prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the loving couple is surprisingly non-judgmental of their neighbours, they soon find themselves embroiled in the dangers that come with the ladies 'way of life'. "Gubra" weaves back and forth from one story to the other. As the stories unfold, it becomes increasingly unclear that even though the two worlds are physically disconnected, the people who dwell in them share a similar struggle - that of dealing with all the pleasures, the pain, and the challenges that come with loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i feel both movies are great. Has got deep true meaning of love plus bits of comedy in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-3272250571331804317?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/3272250571331804317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=3272250571331804317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/3272250571331804317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/3272250571331804317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/02/orked-is-upper-middle-class-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/RdsVELD2Y_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6t6WmX6qBpI/s72-c/gubra_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-2569063502138041026</id><published>2007-02-19T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T07:18:10.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/RdqWjLD2Y-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lrkr8Nsspos/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033501064548475874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/RdqWjLD2Y-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lrkr8Nsspos/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sepet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a 2004 Malaysian romantic comedy drama film set in Malaysia. It tells a tale of a love that blooms between a Chinese boy and a Malay girl. Sepet is a Malay word which, in this context, refers to the 'slit eyes' of the Chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about a 19-year old Ah Loong who is in charge of a stall selling pirated VCDs. Contrary to the stereotype of his social standing, Ah Loong, is an incurable romantic with an unlikely hobby - he loves to read and write poetry. Quite content to carry on being the Romeo of the slums, Ah Loong's life takes a sudden turn one day when a Malay schoolgirl, Orked, arrives at his stall. Love blossoms between Orked and Ah Loong, although there are social and racial pressures that stand in their way. In the end, Ah Loong is involved in a motor vehicle accident while Orked is going to England to pursue her studies. It is not clear if he lived or died until the sequel, Gubra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has already made its way to the 18th Tokyo International Film Festival 2005 where it was nominated for Best Asian Film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to watch Gubra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-2569063502138041026?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/2569063502138041026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=2569063502138041026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/2569063502138041026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/2569063502138041026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/02/sepet-is-2004-malaysian-romantic-comedy.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/RdqWjLD2Y-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lrkr8Nsspos/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-4742775602663021667</id><published>2007-02-11T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T06:48:25.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im always wondering if mom loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering if mom still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering how my studies are progressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering if i ate on a healthy diet today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering when im gonna start studying for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering if i did a good deed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering if i should go for the blood donation drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering what are my hidden fears and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering why the sky is blue and not purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering what i wanna be when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering when im gonna get my room clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering if she(baby-bird) misses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering about what's gonna come up for the main exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering when is my NS letter gonna come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering why i love ice-cream so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering what are others doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always wondering why i always wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-4742775602663021667?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/4742775602663021667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=4742775602663021667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/4742775602663021667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/4742775602663021667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-always-wondering-if-mom-loves-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-4325403368367803470</id><published>2007-02-08T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T06:58:58.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/RcskvwR64qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nYL4d5bULYY/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/RcskvwR64qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nYL4d5bULYY/s320/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029153811721806498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dudes i hanged out with last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hospital&lt;/span&gt; was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-4325403368367803470?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/4325403368367803470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=4325403368367803470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/4325403368367803470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/4325403368367803470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/02/dudes-i-hang-out-with-last-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xkUp7GgS1aQ/RcskvwR64qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nYL4d5bULYY/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-117081226054109314</id><published>2007-02-06T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:00:27.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been good to me these past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Both Engineering System Design &amp; Operational Planning &amp;amp; Control projects are officially over. Project Management is left with main exam. Operational Planning &amp; Control exam is left too with god knows what, ought to check my schedule. Hope this sem, all is well, with my gpa increasing naturally. Woots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beth and i are being better off. Only occasional quarrel due to our misunderstandings. I just don't understand how people can jump to conclusions, and the truth is im not a liar. In fact, i've never lied to you about anything. But everything's fine and I feel much closer to her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of special events coming right up, ok maybe two. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is special for me this year to celebrate with someone special. And CNY, not looking forward to it that much afterall i dun celebrate. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.. Look at the time. Maybe i should get to bed. Lots of stuff to do tomorrow, resume writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-117081226054109314?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/117081226054109314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=117081226054109314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/117081226054109314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/117081226054109314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-has-been-good-to-me-these-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-117016835434976752</id><published>2007-01-30T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T04:49:10.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Projects are clearing, exams are nearing. Was satisfied with my performance in  project work and hope it can pull up my overall marks. I'm just left with 2 more  projects which is Engineering System Design as well as Operational Planning &amp;amp; Control. It's now time for some finishing  touches. But I'm not all happy over these past two weeks. Not because of school work  but on how things are going between me and my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are  there for each other practically everyday, mentally i felt that we are drifting  apart. Not knowing of the reasons, i kept saying myself is because of school  work that both of us are feeling the stress. And now  when things are going slow for me right now, i feel bad raising my voice at Beth, i feel  bad for losing my temper. But sometimes i cant help it. I wanted to show  my apologetic feeling, i just don't know how. Even if i say, will she really  understand how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to my realization that she is losing  something for me. Yea, I'm sad but I'm trying not to show to her. I don't want her  to be sad. I don't like her being sad. Cause everytime i see her sad, i will feel  bad, i feel i didn't fulfill my responsibility as being her bf and making her  happy. I will be at dead ends on what to do. I will feel i don't understand her,  and worst, i don't know what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i don't know what to do. Or whether we are still together.  I want the truth, I don't want to prolong a relationship that will not be  fruitful or has no meaning in it. I don't want someone to be with her for the  sake of being with me. I made a decision today.  Whatever decision she may make or had made, i will stand by it. Is hard i think,  but i don't mind trying. I'm just lacking of love from her that's all. She has her projects and she's busy too. I don't  wanna occupy her time, i don't want her to think I'm such an  irritant. I just can't wait for school to end. "/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-117016835434976752?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/117016835434976752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=117016835434976752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/117016835434976752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/117016835434976752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/01/projects-are-clearing-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-116987571089743775</id><published>2007-01-26T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:28:30.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When all else is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's just have to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-116987571089743775?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/116987571089743775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=116987571089743775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116987571089743775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116987571089743775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-all-else-is-perfect-somethings.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-116955046869132584</id><published>2007-01-23T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T02:28:22.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="templateTableInner" celpadding="5" cellspacing="5" width="90%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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       &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td class="templateHeader"&gt;Sit and Reach:&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td align="right"&gt;45&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;cm&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td align="center"&gt;B&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td align="center"&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td class="templateHeader"&gt;Pull Ups/Inclined Pull Ups:&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td align="right"&gt;11&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td align="center"&gt;A&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td class="templateHeader"&gt;Shuttle Run:&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td align="right"&gt;9.6&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;seconds&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td align="center"&gt;A&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt; 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NS would be 1 year 10mth! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-116955046869132584?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/116955046869132584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=116955046869132584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116955046869132584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116955046869132584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/01/raw-score-grade-points-bent-knee-sit.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-116936171810414119</id><published>2007-01-20T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:44:02.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should be believing in myself&lt;br /&gt;especially my intuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate school&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't amuse me much&lt;br /&gt;so irrinoying&lt;br /&gt;maybe because of the same old boring shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/771353/DSCN5475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/320/685831/DSCN5475.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORFEIT&lt;/span&gt; for losing on a golf-putt game - that's Ruhua&lt;br /&gt;I feel like PURE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt; seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-116936171810414119?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/116936171810414119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=116936171810414119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116936171810414119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116936171810414119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-should-be-believing-in-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-116925342479728427</id><published>2007-01-19T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:37:04.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Finally, 1 down 2 to go. So now all is well, and everything is going as it is planned. Was fretting if i ever get all these done, all for naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards no lessons on Mon, Tues &amp; Wed. I'm a freed bird!! As for now, I'm stuck in front of my tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-116925342479728427?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/116925342479728427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=116925342479728427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116925342479728427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116925342479728427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/01/yay-finally-1-down-2-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-116904390481230493</id><published>2007-01-17T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T06:28:03.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just realised that my previous post has been quite emotional and some sort depressing. I wonder why. Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps i procrastinated too much. So much that i needed to vent it in my blog, so much I couldn't control my temper. Maybe thats why, I'm here, blogging again. Blogger or venting, thats a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO maybe, my life is a bit messed up and kinda tangled right now. Just hope things will untangled itself like a puppet. Ok maybe puppet can't untangle itself. Projects are piling up unknowingly, work load increases naturally. I can't lose. Or maybe, i can't afford to lose. I hate the feeling of losing. I hate people looking down at me. Maybe thats why, i take up every challenges that comes in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something is missing, something to push me. I feel lethargic. I wanted to do something but ended up not doing anything. I need some soul-searching. I mean badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is worst than mid-life crisis. Bad. Unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until lately, I just realised, I'm all that I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i needed you most.............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss your love. I miss your touch, but I'm feeling you everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-116904390481230493?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/116904390481230493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=116904390481230493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116904390481230493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116904390481230493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-just-realised-that-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-116892931328765534</id><published>2007-01-15T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T03:05:36.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like how are things going right now. Projects datelines are nearing yet more than half is undone. Tests that make a huge difference are not studied. I can break down any moment. I feel the rush, the rush to get things done right. I feel the want, to get all of it done quick. But group-mates just pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a perfectionist, I can't have things that are incomplete or done shabbily. I may be kind enough to clear up the M.E.S.S. I may do just that to get to the standard i wanted it to be. I may do it for the sake of myself for I am  a self-centered person. Datelines are looming right in front of me, I'm just thinking of the worst case scenario while waiting for those rascal to send me documents and get things right on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never fond of group-work. Choosing the right team-mate is hell of a problem. I may choose the smart ass to score distinction, but most of the time, you don't have your own freewill to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this semester wasn't good to me at all. I hate lousy groups and tutorial group. I don't even have the mood to get things rolling. I hate how quickly people change, I hate it! It just hit me on what made them had such a dramatic change and don't know that it just so disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss HER, I can breathe when I'm with HER, talk to HER, or even look at HER. But she isn't free and I'm sad. But I know she's got work to do. And I got mine too. I miss you BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one to depend on right now. And I mean no one. Just myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Can't wait for January to end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-116892931328765534?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/116892931328765534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=116892931328765534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116892931328765534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116892931328765534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-like-how-are-things-going-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-116706153928106991</id><published>2006-12-25T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:22:39.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it so much thinking about it each time. Please stop giving me problems will you? Why did you let me down when i needed u most? This questions have been lingering in my head ever since u rejected my approach. It's been like the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2nd time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u did this to me. Everyday, i showered u with Ad-Aware software and installed u an AVG anti-virus program so as not to infect u with viruses. Why must u do this to me? Why did you do a good job when i really need you? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did u let me down now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Didn't i wipe the dust off your head when you're dusty? Didn't i close the lid when im finished using u? Then why do this to me? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why? Why? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So now, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Is it because I've made u overworked, downloading movies and sitcoms and not turning u off for days. My projects are piling up. And you have let me down. Thus, im sending you to the hardware centre. Hope they fix you, and u change for the better. If u don't, your existence might be ripped off. Think about it. Hope to see you soon. Now all i can see is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue screen&lt;/span&gt;. Well, i guess it's dead now no real point talking about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm sorry&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; i guess I'm the cause of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peeps, i guess i be away from blogging for quite sometime. I will miss my fans!! (laughs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-116706153928106991?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/116706153928106991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=116706153928106991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116706153928106991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116706153928106991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2006/12/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-116678338702633758</id><published>2006-12-22T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:41:21.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOTS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/996068/MEMs%20PCB.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/320/301658/MEMs%20PCB.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Here's the drawing (FYI, I designed that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/372882/Image%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/320/667735/Image%2802%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tadah.. (By Syam™  the Circuit Designer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/678341/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/320/213073/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm glad my product's (PCB) back! Bloody Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F, &lt;/span&gt;*F* U mann.. Heard my board's back last wk. He didn't make an effort to call/email me. WTF! You should have told me earlier Mr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;. I soo pissed off and stressed by the news that we're gonna have problems on our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SENSOR &lt;/span&gt;chip. Mr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K &lt;/span&gt;help us!!! Our exhibition's next month. Argghhhhhh..  Everybody, let's pray hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-116678338702633758?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/116678338702633758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=116678338702633758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116678338702633758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116678338702633758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2006/12/woooots.html' title='WOOOOTS!!'/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-116640963950846788</id><published>2006-12-17T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:27:38.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yahoooooooooooo peeps.. I'm back!! it's updated nw. Was held up with FYP project and tests. Below are some of the pics taken when away from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/138604/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;                                                                                                                                     &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/200/63659/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/182646/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/182646/edit.jpg"&gt;                                                                  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/200/108377/edit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                             At someone's wedding with my Sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kak, all the best with ur future (ahem)... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/801219/Image%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/200/552884/Image%2814%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                 The girl who claimed she's Irish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/414/17-12-06_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/200/662081/17-12-06_1152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The guy who got bullied when anyone goes out with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- First day to the new Geylang Serai market with parents.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder it rained!! Overall, wad a dead day for me. (wads more when Man Utd lost to West Ham) *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/837705/Image%2822%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/200/544877/Image%2822%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/1600/107962/Image%2820%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/3774/200/61844/Image%2820%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food Galore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People including my sis find myself weird having to take pictures of food. anyways, who cares. i love it that way. Sweet and chicken rice plus banana prata with honey. omg i feel like im in heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Lesson learnt abt myself:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A hungry man is an angry man&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/34271849-116640963950846788?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/116640963950846788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=116640963950846788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116640963950846788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116640963950846788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2006/12/yahoooooooooooo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-116023622453752169</id><published>2006-10-07T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T09:01:31.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's a thousand words that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I could say, to make you come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seems so long ago you walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I remeber what you said to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You were acting so strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And maybe I was too blind to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That you needed a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been sitting here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't get you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm trying my best to be a man and be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I drove myself insane, wishing I could touch your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But the truth remains, you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now I don't wanna make excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Won't change the fact that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But if there's something that I could do, won't you please let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time is passing so slowly now, guess that's my life without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And maybe I could change my everyday, but I don't want to &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/34271849-116023622453752169?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/116023622453752169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=116023622453752169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116023622453752169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/116023622453752169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2006/10/theres-thousand-words-that-i-could-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-115979506944557414</id><published>2006-10-02T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T07:12:48.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/3774/1600/volkswagen-beetle-mex.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/3774/320/volkswagen-beetle-mex.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping lists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volkswagen Bettle &lt;/span&gt;[Oprah, i need a car to go to sch!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guitar capo&lt;/span&gt; [Guitar chords waiting]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo, finally im back to blog. First thing first, i just got back from war!! haha. It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS2&lt;/span&gt; game called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;, man it rocks! Basically this game tested my patience, having to complete missions for hours. Well, thx &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; for borrowing me but sorry to say the graphics is kinda so-so standard for me. I'm a good gamer okays. Just a reminder to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;, stop biting your lips when carrying weights. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO-NO&lt;/span&gt;, I still think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; is a gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To both N &amp;amp; C esp, why should I always place order each everytime? Is it because u guys think im not doing my "thang"? Or is it because you guys see me as your babu? Soo goddamn unfair. I feel so shitty. I'm stressed up okays, spare me. Hopefully on 30th Oct, our panel assessment goes well. Not in the morning plz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get things moving on Wed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breadboard here i come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-115979506944557414?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/115979506944557414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=115979506944557414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115979506944557414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115979506944557414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2006/10/shopping-lists-volkswagen-bettle-oprah.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-115943398315465154</id><published>2006-09-28T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:59:43.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/3774/1600/100_2891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/3774/320/100_2891.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a superstar's born!&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/34271849-115943398315465154?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/115943398315465154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=115943398315465154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115943398315465154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115943398315465154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2006/09/superstars-born.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-115875500344125537</id><published>2006-09-20T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:01:10.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, i can't believe ive missed monday's street soccer match. man, i should have gone to sch that day - will have to wait till fasting mth's over. sighs. serves me right for not going to sch that day. J!! where are those pics?? i need them. better pass me once your comp's fixed, blame it on your fan. haha. went to "office" today. yay! ive learnt some card tricks. just need time to master them.  woots, saw J on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Sassy Neighbour&lt;/span&gt;. wow, cool stuff! (saw few of my friends on tv, when's my turn uh?) x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i hate to be reprimanded and scolded by Mr F. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teach me, im willing to learn&lt;/span&gt;. c'mon man, its my first time making an order for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IC chip sockets&lt;/span&gt;. at last, he helped me out. thx anyways. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenangan Terindah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(by Samsons)&lt;/span&gt; song's my fav - loves the first few verse. it goes:&lt;br /&gt;              Aku yang lemah tanpamu,&lt;br /&gt;                Aku yang rentan karena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it so damn se-xay especially when u sing it to a girl. heh.&lt;br /&gt;Saw R and co. at the sch's bus stop. wait, what's that qn supposed to mean R? (toots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a vintage + retro-dressed up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;. she was wearing a white sleeveless shirt, faded jeans plus an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt; bag and not forgetting an oversized sunglasses. man, ur dressing's damn cool, i lurve it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me like that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll melt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrase of the week: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-115875500344125537?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/115875500344125537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=115875500344125537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115875500344125537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115875500344125537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2006/09/gosh-i-cant-believe-ive-missed-mondays.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-115841321944865264</id><published>2006-09-16T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:52:35.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was attending a competition (Gemerlapan 2006 Finals) yesterday nite, dressed in all white, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"blings-blings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on and of course my fav &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I wasnt the one singing, but I looked like one of the contestants. heheh. In fact, i felt like a superstar! omg my friends called me PAP. so mean. Arrggghh.. *strangles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YAY-ness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Look at my predictions. (3 out of 3) My friend won. Way to go bro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Of course, i will break and spread the news in my "office" this coming Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thx for the supper treat kak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Woohoooo, I simply love new training each week. We did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;static&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; training and it rocks really. Most people were like staring and wondering what kinda training we're doing. well, i love the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aights, off to burn some cd for tmr JB trip. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-115841321944865264?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/115841321944865264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=115841321944865264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115841321944865264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115841321944865264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-attending-competition-gemerlapan.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-115825074194397336</id><published>2006-09-14T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:56:33.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When I was a child, I would see my mother cry when she and my dad fought. I used to think that it was only natural for women to cry, but certainly not for men. Then, when my late uncle passed away, I saw both my mom and dad cry. They were filled with grief - it was just too much for me, and I cried along with them. And tonight in the cab, I shed some tears on my way back home from airport, at the thought of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; who left S'pore for Ireland. (wonders if the taxi driver saw) Anyways, miss ya babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*huggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, grown men do cry. It's a reflection of  our heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yay-ness, way to go Lukas!! (i knew right from the start he's gonna win, just love my predictions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/34271849-115825074194397336?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/115825074194397336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=115825074194397336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115825074194397336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115825074194397336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-i-was-child-i-would-see-my-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34271849.post-115815941078734497</id><published>2006-09-13T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:55:59.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Somewhere on the other side of this wide night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and the distance between us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The room is turning slowly away from the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is pleasurable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or shall I cross that out and say it's sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In one of the nights I'm singing an impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;song of desire that you can't hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I closed my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;have to cross to reach you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For that I miss you and this is what it is like in words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I will still love you Beth no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34271849-115815941078734497?l=syam-ie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/feeds/115815941078734497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34271849&amp;postID=115815941078734497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115815941078734497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34271849/posts/default/115815941078734497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syam-ie.blogspot.com/2006/09/somewhere-on-other-side-of-this-wide.html' title=''/><author><name>Syam-ie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532346277871947714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
