<?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-13509473</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:01:32.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence soul</title><subtitle type='html'>whether i'm ranting or simply bitching, you can certainly ignore this, coz' this blog might be offensive to certain individuals who i simply can't be bother with.
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I'll take it that 2009 will be a better year! The best of all, I have materialized what I said in my earlier post on 911. Probably it took me a while to get this done, but I considered myself lucky enough to be able to get what I want during this economy downturn.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things gonna start all over again, and there're more long weekends this year, isn't it!?! Come to think of it, I haven't been on holiday for a long time~ Hmm... let's just put that into my "To-Do" list.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... about new year resolutions... will list it out soon, but probably it won't be in black n white. I'm more comfortable to have it underneath my skin...&lt;br /&gt;Have a great year ahead folks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peace out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-8076935835849944893?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8076935835849944893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8076935835849944893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8076935835849944893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8076935835849944893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-it.html' title='THIS IS IT!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4308292828418596076</id><published>2008-12-01T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:33:57.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>完蛋Mee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/STOTVhiH7sI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Ps0nntQG7Nc/s1600-h/WantonMee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/STOTVhiH7sI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Ps0nntQG7Nc/s400/WantonMee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274721586569014978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 December, 完蛋Mee!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take long for me to remove the Tanjong Pagar Plaza's Wanton Mee off my Top Ten "Die-Die Must Eat" Food List. Last week, I headed down with Ah Ger and wanted to show her the legendary Wanton Mee stall, but it was a disappointment trip.&lt;br /&gt;The soup didn't taste as good (I need to add soya sauce!!), and the mee didn't trigger my taste bud either. I was struggling with that bowl of mee while Ah Ger looked rather contented with her veggies. Anyway, I got the Mango Ice Kajang and Black Chao Kuey as compensation.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we had our long waited BBQ on last Saturday night. It wasn't a good trip for Nacho since his share of food wasn't on the BBQ pit, but I'm sure he had demonstrated how 'brave' he was when he barked repeatedly at a Golden Retriever that was at least 5 times his size.&lt;br /&gt;Another Monday, another month, and another year. How about another job?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4308292828418596076?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4308292828418596076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4308292828418596076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4308292828418596076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4308292828418596076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/mee.html' title='完蛋Mee!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/STOTVhiH7sI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Ps0nntQG7Nc/s72-c/WantonMee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-6317519064419323116</id><published>2008-11-21T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:40:16.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefox revived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SSWg98u_ifI/AAAAAAAAARI/ySjUsdeMSbU/s1600-h/Firefox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SSWg98u_ifI/AAAAAAAAARI/ySjUsdeMSbU/s400/Firefox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795925042727410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/NEO/Desktop/Firefox.jpg" alt="" /&gt;21 November, Firefox revived!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I can blog again. It's not that I got nothing to share, bitch, or recite for the past two weeks. It's just that I couldn't write my posting since firefox was 'burnt' during then. Now that the fox is alive, be it a pair of listening ears or reading eyes, thanks for 'tuning' in.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2008 is ending in less than two months time. Maybe many of you will be having those holidays mood with X'mas and New Year, but I feel differently. To be honest, I feel that 2007's Xmas was just yesterday. I guess the time flashes by too quickly that I couldn't even feel it at all. I have one of my 2005 resolutions fulfilled, getting a mass comm degree, so what's next? I must admit it was a tough one after going through the struggles of writings and writings.&lt;br /&gt;So have you done your Christmas shopping already? You know, getting those stuffs for your colleagues,  or for some gift exchange party. I suppose this year I don't have to get anything coz' technically speaking, I don't really work in the office most of the time. Hmm... maybe I should get something for Nacho instead.&lt;br /&gt;It was Shi-Ting's wedding last Saturday, and I experienced the worst parking place of all time, Liang Court! My folks and I was stucked in the multi-stories carpark for more than 45mins before we can even see the main road! Somebody please do something!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I just collected the huge family photo last week. It was in 30R, and it cost me over 500 bucks!! But I guess it's worth it since it has been a long time everyone took a photo together. Or there isn't even one at all?!? Somehow, everyone looks like mannequin in that picture. So now, gotta get that wall drilled and put it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-6317519064419323116?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6317519064419323116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=6317519064419323116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6317519064419323116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6317519064419323116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/firefox-revived.html' title='Firefox revived!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SSWg98u_ifI/AAAAAAAAARI/ySjUsdeMSbU/s72-c/Firefox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-8901180283114193510</id><published>2008-11-04T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:44:19.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Jabba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SQ_SsQiFssI/AAAAAAAAANU/dEW5Swz1mfU/s1600-h/Kill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SQ_SsQiFssI/AAAAAAAAANU/dEW5Swz1mfU/s400/Kill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658147213423298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 November, Kill Jabba!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so sianz about coming into my blog and see the same old shitz with no updates? Well... my apology folks. I was kind of tied up with my new vidz for my crew and also preparation for reservist. I don't mean I need many days just to pack my stuffs, but I do need a lot of time to disseminate my "4-in-1" which is now currently back to it origin position. I mean my tummy lah!&lt;br /&gt;A low key in-camp training is always a time for me to expand my circle of friends since I always met different platoon mates every time I went back.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing major has changed so far, which means I'm still facing the same old shitz. As mentioned above, I've finished a theme vidz for my club recently, and personally I'm pretty satisfied with it. However, what really amused me was the comment someone gave. I do appreciate the compliment, but as for the 'extra' comment, it was really uncalled for. The comment was pointing towards me instead of my vidz. It goes something like "He has to be fark to get the job done."&lt;br /&gt;Huh?!? Since when I got fark from anyone? Even my boss didn't do that to me, let alone others! So SHE thinks it's her credits for farking me up? Gosh!! For Jabba's sake!! Please don't claim the credits that you don't deserve!! It sounded like she wanna make it as if she's the one in dominance. Nah~ she's ain't cleopatra, neither she's marilyn monroe!! She's just blending in so she could create some awareness.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter or fact, everyone will be aware of her presence when she tries to blend in, physically...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-8901180283114193510?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8901180283114193510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8901180283114193510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8901180283114193510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8901180283114193510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/kill-jabba.html' title='Kill Jabba!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SQ_SsQiFssI/AAAAAAAAANU/dEW5Swz1mfU/s72-c/Kill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-7260706269522815452</id><published>2008-10-09T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:50:52.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourtism? Unfairness? Inequity? Or simply incompetent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SO1xDT7SVYI/AAAAAAAAANM/ywHubfqyLVY/s1600-h/Incompetant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SO1xDT7SVYI/AAAAAAAAANM/ywHubfqyLVY/s400/Incompetant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254980641913722242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 Oct, Favoritism? Unfairness? Inequity? Or simply incompetent?&lt;br /&gt;You name it, we have it! I'm referring to my company's management. So what if you have been around for the longest period of time? So what if you're in the business for years? If you can't even manage all of your staffs, you still consider yourself as a manager? Oh come on~ somehow, it really makes me wonder why you're still here in the first place. Or should i say why I AM still here. Throughout my previous work experience, no matter how fark up a superior is, he/she still able to do a decent job. However, not for this case. We got managers who can't manage, and the so call leaders who can't lead. Why so? If you wanna give something to your staffs, make sure every single staff gets it. You don't leave anyone out. Oh ya, for now, it's a group. You wanna do something, do it in style. You don't do a half-fark job!&lt;br /&gt;Communication problem has been a huge issue here. Sometimes I wonder what is the email or mobile phone for? Most probably, it's for you to call to the close peers you got? Or it's just another gadget that you don't really know how to operate?&lt;br /&gt;To the specific incompetent "MANY-JERS": Sometimes, there are small little stuffs/issues that you can't be bother. I mean it's not about the monetary matter here. However, these small little stuffs can mean a lot to a single staff. Pl....please.... use your blain~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-7260706269522815452?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7260706269522815452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7260706269522815452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7260706269522815452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7260706269522815452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/10/favourtism-unfairness-inequity.html' title='Favourtism? Unfairness? Inequity? Or simply incompetent?'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SO1xDT7SVYI/AAAAAAAAANM/ywHubfqyLVY/s72-c/Incompetant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3266167255891258170</id><published>2008-09-24T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:15:25.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ctrl + Alt + Del</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SNno_Mw8D3I/AAAAAAAAANE/RWAk_fJHvxg/s1600-h/BdayCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SNno_Mw8D3I/AAAAAAAAANE/RWAk_fJHvxg/s400/BdayCake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249483013132914546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;24 Sept, Ctrl+ Alt + Del&lt;br /&gt;In your windows term, it simply means restart or reboot. However, the combination of buttons doesn't imply much of the same definition in real life - at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations were cool for my big THREE. "New-Yorking" with the Ibmers, a small cake from my head DJ's girl, a few shots with Timo-J and Mr. Columbus, Italian fine dining with my kakis, and the best of all, a huge Tiramisu birthday cake from Ah-Ger this year. Although it looked more like a "HUAT" cake, I'm sure it will brings tonnes of good luck huh~ As the candles went off, I knew what I want to achieve next.&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck with "One too many mornings" spell lately. It just went on and on in my nest, during transit, and whenever my lappy is on. It gives me a feeling which I have not felt it for ages, it stirs my brain juice, and the best part, it inspires. You might be wondering what does it inspires.&lt;br /&gt;Well... if you do follow up, you'll know later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I gonna make the best out of my almost 30K paper... taking my first step~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-3266167255891258170?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3266167255891258170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3266167255891258170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3266167255891258170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3266167255891258170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/ctrl-alt-del.html' title='Ctrl + Alt + Del'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SNno_Mw8D3I/AAAAAAAAANE/RWAk_fJHvxg/s72-c/BdayCake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-5012351232598582554</id><published>2008-09-11T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:33:26.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming up next...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SMjc77ypvHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TgQsXjPFWZo/s1600-h/Ewww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 480px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SMjc77ypvHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TgQsXjPFWZo/s400/Ewww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244684688293477490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11 Sept, Coming up next...&lt;br /&gt;The convocation ain't fantastic apart from the gathering with my group mates. Some how I've became a statue or something for many people to take pictures with. I mean it feels great that being that 'statue' and I got a personal choreographer too - Blur Queen Jasmine. I think she has inherited her action-pack gestures from her dad. A cool dad in fact.&lt;br /&gt;It's 9/11 again and many may have recalled the tragedy seven years ago. The topic still surfaces during my birthday dinner over at Citylink's NYNY last night. It was later transited to baby's topic. I was kind of bored with those unrelated stuffs, so I just kept eating my stuffs. There will be more dinners next week and more weights to be gain.&lt;br /&gt;So it's gonna be the beginning of my golden age huh... you know what I'm saying?! Yes, I'm gonna do something about it, and not gonna sit down there and whine about my work, my life, my paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start observing, and you gonna see a difference...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-5012351232598582554?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5012351232598582554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=5012351232598582554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5012351232598582554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5012351232598582554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/coming-up-next.html' title='Coming up next...'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SMjc77ypvHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TgQsXjPFWZo/s72-c/Ewww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4383788122611163160</id><published>2008-08-27T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:24:36.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VJ turns ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SLUBDRzpebI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OPPrhSpOm8M/s1600-h/vj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SLUBDRzpebI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OPPrhSpOm8M/s400/vj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239094897346705842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;27 Aug, VJ turns ONE&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since I became a vj. Well, nothing glamorous for me as I'm working behind the scene most of the time, in fact all the time. Everyone likes recognition. It's no different for me. I've been trying to pave my way, but you know, sometimes you gotta be patience. Patience huh~ ya, I got a limit too. I'm not saying that I'm getting impatient, but I would rather admit that I wanna get immensely involved in the communication sector.&lt;br /&gt;As we know, everyone can be complaining about their lifestyle, their career, and their paycheck. However, if they gonna do nothing to it, nothing gonna change. I hope you get what I mean. Ya, I'm looking for opportunities to get involved in the communication industry. After all, I did complete my mass comm studies, and will be graduating tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Toughy asked me the other day if I feel a thing for the convocation. Having the same sentiment, I don't feel anything great either. Toughy's right. We will won't feel it unless there's a change, and the core factor will come from the piece of white paper that we've struggled so hard to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;Most probably I'll be looking forward to see our Motherly Carrine, Toughy Karen, Girlie Kimberly, and not forgetting lecturers like Sunny and Lisa. Hmm... hopefully I can get to speak to Ms Hudson too! Maybe she'll become my potential employer! Hahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4383788122611163160?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4383788122611163160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4383788122611163160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4383788122611163160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4383788122611163160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/vj-turns-one.html' title='VJ turns ONE'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SLUBDRzpebI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OPPrhSpOm8M/s72-c/vj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-238766852049135694</id><published>2008-08-22T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:40:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influencing or Influenced?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SK4nCsaP7sI/AAAAAAAAALo/lLOd7fqkELw/s1600-h/Uninvolved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SK4nCsaP7sI/AAAAAAAAALo/lLOd7fqkELw/s400/Uninvolved.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237166343912943298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;22 Aug, Influencing or Influenced?&lt;br /&gt;Sony gonna launch its high-res PSP 3000 later this October and with a built-in microphone that enables it to use like a phone. In fact, the phone function, that made use of Skype, was already in the market earlier this year. I'm sure many PSP lovers would like their old ones to be upgraded.&lt;br /&gt;Playing games on the move ain't a bad idea as long you don't cause any trouble to other commuters. On top of that, US researchers had mentioned playing video games improves manual dexterity among surgeons, making them faster and less likely to make mistakes. How true? I'm ain't sure. But imagine having surrounded by a few surgeons, and with them playing with the operation knifes above your body. Gosh~ I'm sure that's quite a view huh!&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, video games can be quite a dangerous tool too. For instance, Thailand has&lt;span&gt; banned the Grand Theft Auto computer game after a disturbed teenager allegedly killed a taxi driver in a copycat crime. How ridiculous? Not really, just like the kids here in Singapore, they got influenced by the WWE superstars' finishing moves and try to perform those stunts. Personally I've witnessed some school kids mimicking those stunts at the playground around my area.&lt;br /&gt;(Overheard while a kid trying to perform the famous Undertaker's choke-slam)&lt;br /&gt;Kid 1: Ok, later you must jump.&lt;br /&gt;Kid 2: Okok.&lt;br /&gt;Kid 3: I want to do tomb-stone!&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno what's in those kids' head. Maybe they've been brainwashed!&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/13509473-238766852049135694?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/238766852049135694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=238766852049135694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/238766852049135694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/238766852049135694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/influencing-or-influenced.html' title='Influencing or Influenced?'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SK4nCsaP7sI/AAAAAAAAALo/lLOd7fqkELw/s72-c/Uninvolved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-7534618668970107394</id><published>2008-08-20T10:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:44:41.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting, Working, Wandering, Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SKuHv3278TI/AAAAAAAAALg/LHH8tf5CQ4A/s1600-h/Phuket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SKuHv3278TI/AAAAAAAAALg/LHH8tf5CQ4A/s400/Phuket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236428248266305842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;19 Aug, Waiting, Working, Wandering, Wondering&lt;br /&gt;If anyone gonna ask me, I'll say, I didn't enjoy this trip. Maybe the only good thing was the stuffs I bought for myself and ah-ger. The stay was just too short and some accidents had occurred due to the aggressive individuals. The good thing was, everyone is back in a piece. Had wasted time too much time to wait for this and that. We all agree we hate the waiting game, but it will still happen. You rush to meet the time, yet you'll end up waiting for the late comers! WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, the itinerary was tight. There was a time limit for every activity , and even for sleep! I'm not kidding! I had slept for less than five hours in each day. I felt kind of grouchy though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've picked up a valuable lesson along the way in the conversation with an ex-military officer. He said he practiced OODA Loop all the time.&lt;br /&gt;"What's OODA?" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;"Observe, Orient, Decide, Act". He elaborated with his daily routine as example, and I thought that was important to know. This is a strategic concept originated by military strategist Col. John Boyd of the United States Air Force.&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation had stretched further when I've asked about his active days. His words just flowed smoothly and I wished I had more time to listen more of his stories coz' I guessed that really differentiate the reality and the war movies.&lt;br /&gt;With OODA added to my brain bank, I guessed I have to blend that well into my triple P's strategy.&lt;br /&gt;***I need a real holiday trip***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-7534618668970107394?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7534618668970107394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7534618668970107394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7534618668970107394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7534618668970107394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/waiting-working-wandering-wondering.html' title='Waiting, Working, Wandering, Wondering'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SKuHv3278TI/AAAAAAAAALg/LHH8tf5CQ4A/s72-c/Phuket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4137071441981816465</id><published>2008-08-12T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:48:55.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jin Kang Kor to win Olympig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SKIcCQVPDGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aBQbgliCWHw/s1600-h/Olympig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SKIcCQVPDGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aBQbgliCWHw/s320/Olympig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233776542027287650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12 Aug, Jin Kang Kor to win Olympig?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Tao Li didn't make it to the top three. So? What's the problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;"Wah Lao! Only come in fifth!" - A 'top-management' thinker.&lt;br /&gt;"How come didn't strike gold?!" - A 'full-time' 4D investor.&lt;br /&gt;"There goes her fat BONUS!" - A 'humble' civil servant.&lt;br /&gt;It was rather interesting to see how our people actually responded to this massive sports campaign. I mean, we don't have to take it too hard if our representatives didn't win anything. So what if they did win gold medal? Is that gonna make you proud as a Singaporean when you stepped into others' motherland? Nah~ you represent yourself! Not Tao Li, I mean if she make it.&lt;br /&gt;However, there's no point to discuss or debate such topic with self-assertive individuals, you know it's just hard to win the "olympigs".&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can really 'sense' the bird-brain in some of you who gave senseless comments or ridiculous remarks.&lt;br /&gt;"Use your blain! Use your blain!" (quoted from PCK)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4137071441981816465?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4137071441981816465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4137071441981816465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4137071441981816465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4137071441981816465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/jin-kang-kor-to-win-olympig.html' title='Jin Kang Kor to win Olympig'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SKIcCQVPDGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aBQbgliCWHw/s72-c/Olympig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-1129278023477904226</id><published>2008-08-09T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:53:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We, the citizen of Jin Kang Kor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJ0iZe_Mc2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/mcqyEaxgjzw/s1600-h/SGFlag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJ0iZe_Mc2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/mcqyEaxgjzw/s320/SGFlag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232376163284579170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 August, We, the citizen of Jin Kang Kor...&lt;br /&gt;So did you win anything on the 8 million ToTo? Well, 8 person just turn millionaire overnight and they must be enjoying their National Day either in a car showroom, or maybe taking a second look at the property brochure that was left untouched on the coffee table. Bloody hell! I gotta postpone my retirement again.&lt;br /&gt;"What?!? You're thinking of retiring?" You might asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yup! I mean everyone has that in mind, it's just a matter of time!"&lt;br /&gt;There isn't many flags flying in my area this National Day. Hmm... It's kind of unusual coz' if I could still recall, most 'bricks' were painted with red and white stripes. Maybe the people just couldn't care if they did or not, and flying your flag means nothing but following orders like what you did in the past. Coz' if you're patriotic, you don't need anyone to tell you what to do with that mother flag of yours.&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you really have one, don't you?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-1129278023477904226?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1129278023477904226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=1129278023477904226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1129278023477904226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1129278023477904226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-citizen-of-jin-kang-kor.html' title='We, the citizen of Jin Kang Kor...'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJ0iZe_Mc2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/mcqyEaxgjzw/s72-c/SGFlag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-2738635235060141041</id><published>2008-08-05T13:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:18:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.ART!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJfvHsgNVwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lTZtjJG2dIE/s1600-h/fart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJfvHsgNVwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lTZtjJG2dIE/s320/fart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230912407698495234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 Aug, F.ART!&lt;br /&gt;Anything's possible. Ya, even retrieving data from my hard disk which I had it formatted accidentally. I thought everything was gone from the moment I saw the USB was attached to my lappy, till I found the 'antidote' online. Now gotta wait till the COMEX and get my one tera-station, coz' 250GB is simply not enough.&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes, I really wonder what's going on in 'these' people's minds. They ignored your words and started their way of doing things. The end result, which was very much anticipated, sucks BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;If you're do not have the expertise in that particular field, oh please..."Mai Kay Kiang" and please leave it to the professional. Coz' you may have demonstrated your incapability  and makes a fool of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And that came from a designer," What's that hanging? It just makes no sense." I couldn't defend that, coz'  I couldn't agree more with the comment she made.&lt;br /&gt;"It's better to do without it, coz' it's blocking the lightings, hindering the overall ambience, and worst of all, it's just messy!" She added.&lt;br /&gt;"Er...I suppose that's call art?"&lt;br /&gt;"What!?! Art?!? Hahahaha~ A 'Frivolous ART' !"&lt;br /&gt;~Puuuttt~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-2738635235060141041?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2738635235060141041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=2738635235060141041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2738635235060141041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2738635235060141041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/fart.html' title='F.ART!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJfvHsgNVwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lTZtjJG2dIE/s72-c/fart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4477850553675914838</id><published>2008-08-01T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:23:19.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7181</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJK51qHsddI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_TXBG5yGb4s/s1600-h/hell3r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJK51qHsddI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_TXBG5yGb4s/s320/hell3r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229446448821335506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 Aug, 7181&lt;br /&gt;Why 7181? Well... it's the 1st of August and 1st day of the lunar seventh month, or so call the ghost month. Everyone, especially the Chinese is getting extremely careful when it comes to hanging out late at night at some secluded or ulu places. Some postpone their renovation plan, their holiday trip and also registering of marriages. So I suppose the sales won't be hitting their average this month, except the bidders or people who participated in the "Ge-Tai". I could still remember there was once I overheard the highest bidder, for a joss stick gold pot, went above 140K, and the news came out the very next day. Maybe I should join in the crowd this year and feel the ambience.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I believe they exist everywhere around us since I have a few encounters with 'them'. The fact is, sometimes I do experience unexpected noise over here and there. I'm kind of getting used to it. As long they stay at their own bay, I'm fine with that. Hopefully can "HUAT" abit this month too~ So folks, remember to buy ibet huh~&lt;br /&gt;And it's Carrine's birthday! I bet she must be enjoying herself over at Norway. Arugh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4477850553675914838?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4477850553675914838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4477850553675914838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4477850553675914838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4477850553675914838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/7181.html' title='7181'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJK51qHsddI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_TXBG5yGb4s/s72-c/hell3r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4510846514501194916</id><published>2008-07-30T14:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:43:07.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DLV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJAadh5gd9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/_A_zlHWYbik/s1600-h/DLV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJAadh5gd9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/_A_zlHWYbik/s320/DLV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228708261995247570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30 July, DLV&lt;br /&gt;A DJ told me that my cdjs and mixer worth around 250 bucks. However, another told me it was worth double that sum. The third person (not a DJ) told me, go for 1k. Conclusion, I sold the pair without mixer for 600. Sheldon was cool with 600 as he thought it was a decent deal. It was a swift transaction.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: If one is not competant or doesn't know the market well (for this instance), I guess it's better not to open your mouth and emits the hollow &lt;s&gt;sound&lt;/s&gt; noise. You've just expressed DLV - demonstration of low value.&lt;br /&gt;Next month gonna be my convocation and I'm sure many of us in BAMC are looking forward after 2.5 yrs of hardwork and still hardwork. Grumbles and nags on school work will be the past, while bitching and more bitching about the company's idiots/bitches will help us destress at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4510846514501194916?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4510846514501194916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4510846514501194916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4510846514501194916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4510846514501194916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/dlv.html' title='DLV'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SJAadh5gd9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/_A_zlHWYbik/s72-c/DLV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-8057218189276258019</id><published>2008-07-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:02:05.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SIcrsmDuR_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qDsES6cXXJM/s1600-h/ViceVersa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SIcrsmDuR_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qDsES6cXXJM/s320/ViceVersa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226193937717151730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;23 July, Holy Shit July!&lt;br /&gt;First was TT.Durai. Now is &lt;span&gt;Venerable Ming Yi. So I see some of my money went into these crooks' pocket huh~ Correction, one crook so far. One is innocent till proven guilty.&lt;br /&gt;So what's with all the charity shows? How am I suppose to believe in all these charity organizations again? Maybe there are more similar cases that are yet to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;Another chapter had ended for Uncle Wong as he packed his stuffs and left the company last evening, for good. Well, I don't really know the actual situation, but the fact is he had departed.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, today's gonna be Andy's last day of service. He's heading for what he wanted all along. I'm happy for  him in a sense. And there goes two good staffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know, life goes on~ You never know what's next huh~&lt;br /&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/13509473-8057218189276258019?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8057218189276258019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8057218189276258019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8057218189276258019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8057218189276258019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-shit-july.html' title='Holy Shit July!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SIcrsmDuR_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qDsES6cXXJM/s72-c/ViceVersa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-5985612754108762100</id><published>2008-07-16T14:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:49:04.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SH2YhpxotsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/83b7pleWaBo/s1600-h/wings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SH2YhpxotsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/83b7pleWaBo/s320/wings.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223498846736791234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16 July, Sparks&lt;br /&gt;Ain't referring to the love sparks here. I'm talking about friction, disagreement and argument. It was coincidence that a few of us, had experienced 'sparks' at work especially this month.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't took long for Tamako to vent out her frustration, and Rolando shared a similar story later. At the same time, Ger faced a colleague who showed immature behavior. Well, the bottom line is "Un-professionalism". I couldn't stress further. Maybe one should just react accordingly irregardless of the position s/he holds. Tamako slammed her boss, Rolando chose to ignore, Ger reasoned it out, and me, I responded by slamming, reasoning, then ignore. I don't really care what's gonna happen to me now or later, I'm just doing things which considered rational.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't be bothered about what you wanna tell me, coz' I find it so hard for me to believe your words, your actions, and your integrity."&lt;br /&gt;The past seemed to be so pretentious after the eruption.I suppose it was good for me coz' it didn't took me that long to see your true self.&lt;br /&gt;"When you do things right, people won't be sure you done anything at all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-5985612754108762100?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5985612754108762100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=5985612754108762100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5985612754108762100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5985612754108762100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/sparks.html' title='Sparks'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SH2YhpxotsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/83b7pleWaBo/s72-c/wings.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-9079786280994651996</id><published>2008-07-09T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:09:04.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transfer Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SHQ0_oV_dUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8o7Y3MDmQCM/s1600-h/Benderama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SHQ0_oV_dUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8o7Y3MDmQCM/s320/Benderama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220856135795307842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 July, Transfer Season&lt;br /&gt;To some of you who has been reading my crappy blog and showed concern, I wanna thank you and I really appreciate that. It wasn't easy to go through the dark and bumpy road alone. However, I'm glad some of you did light up the path for me, especially ah-ger with that "parabolic aluminized reflector - PAR can".&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really slept well these few days due to my 'semi-active' mind.&lt;br /&gt;Many to ponder, many may wonder.&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Maybe it's good to be like Bender. "Kiss my shiny metal ass!"&lt;br /&gt;It's like in the Premier League. Unforeseen circumstances, unexpected transfers, unimaginable sums of money, and it's just a matter of zeros behind the equation.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be approached by people who think highly of your capabilities and it can be quite flattering too. On the other hand, whether they're painting a perfect picture in front of you is another story altogether. Meanwhile, I just gotta observe the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mum &amp;amp; Jessa's birthday! *Cheers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-9079786280994651996?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9079786280994651996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=9079786280994651996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/9079786280994651996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/9079786280994651996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/07/transfer-season.html' title='Transfer Season'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SHQ0_oV_dUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8o7Y3MDmQCM/s72-c/Benderama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-1300450793963022118</id><published>2008-06-30T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:15:44.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, The Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SGhrPNhFgMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KwmzrARVKX8/s1600-h/real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SGhrPNhFgMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KwmzrARVKX8/s320/real.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217538077379363010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30 Jun, The Good, The Bad, The Ugly&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this post gonna be skewed towards the dark side from the title's equation. It's like having two bad news and one good news. So which one would you prefer me to reveal first? Almost everyone will opt for the bad news first coz they wanna be left with an optimistic feeling, or at least a little positive after all news were revealed. However, sometimes this is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;So what's good? Getting to know my buddy who found himself a new girl, is a good news. Knowing a significant change in my reservist schedule, is a good news. Being recognized as an elite by the Brigade General, is a good news.&lt;br /&gt;What's the bad and ugly now? Dealing with people who forgot what they said and claimed to something they did not, is bad news. Realized you're treated like a second class 'citizen', is both bad and ugly news. Being taken for granted of, is really shitty news.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it's true. This is part and parcel of life. I mean, I should be already aware of. Maybe I've put down my armor some time ago, and I guess I got to pick that up again.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I reminded myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Why bother when you can live without it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-1300450793963022118?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1300450793963022118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=1300450793963022118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1300450793963022118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1300450793963022118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-bad-ugly.html' title='The Good, The Bad, The Ugly'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SGhrPNhFgMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KwmzrARVKX8/s72-c/real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-189200803636666981</id><published>2008-06-26T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:06:00.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SGNuQrZjcaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UqZTJwsDW0g/s1600-h/Bender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 211px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SGNuQrZjcaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UqZTJwsDW0g/s320/Bender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216134026232033698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;26 Jun, Don't try!&lt;br /&gt;You're making me sick with all your pathetic and unconvincing act after I've unearthed certain things about you. It can be from someone else, or it can be me witnessing with my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to be friendly to me. Don't try to be so concern about me. Don't try, please... coz' your mask ain't working this time, or next time.&lt;br /&gt;Neither I'm begging you nor challenging you. I just couldn't stand your feign smile that hides numerous booby traps, and the act of kindness that is in fact worthless in any sense.&lt;br /&gt;If I pose a threat to you in any sense, I'm sorry that I didn't meant to. Else, just be yourself in front of me. I already have some fakies around and I don't want to do another addition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-189200803636666981?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/189200803636666981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=189200803636666981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/189200803636666981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/189200803636666981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-try.html' title='Don&apos;t try!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SGNuQrZjcaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UqZTJwsDW0g/s72-c/Bender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-8697378184447967964</id><published>2008-06-23T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:25:20.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dual affairs @ Sand Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SF9dw-ROOmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DZBjDiZlpTA/s1600-h/dblO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SF9dw-ROOmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DZBjDiZlpTA/s320/dblO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214989989448661602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;23 Jun, Dual affairs @ Sand Bar&lt;br /&gt;The thunder had postponed my long-waited match till next week. I tucked into my quilt and continued my dream. It wasn't a good one, as usual, but it had woke me up just in time for Charlotte's full month celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to attend the post party celebration at Sand Bar and it was a great team-bonding session as well. Great music (as usual), cool drinks (as per norm), and fantastic people (as always) were the main essence of the party.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sam asked for a copy of the visuals and I thought," Hmm... it was kinda encouraging for me."&lt;br /&gt;More drinks came along with those games and cheers, and I could sense that dizzy spells coming up. Went back home and watched a boring 0-0 match between Spain and Italy. The World Champ was dumped out of the Euro'08 competition after the spot-kick shootout.&lt;br /&gt;*Yawns* Another mundane Monday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-8697378184447967964?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8697378184447967964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8697378184447967964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8697378184447967964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8697378184447967964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/dual-affairs-sand-bar.html' title='Dual affairs @ Sand Bar'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SF9dw-ROOmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DZBjDiZlpTA/s72-c/dblO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-6273924370635586139</id><published>2008-06-20T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:30:16.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criticism Management Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SFu-7aPUpRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/14prWWGG3ho/s1600-h/criticism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SFu-7aPUpRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/14prWWGG3ho/s320/criticism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213970921476629778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20 Jun, Criticism Management Theory&lt;br /&gt;Alright, a few of you might have asked or wondering what this theory is all about. Well, it ain't came from any great philosophist, nor from any theorist. It just from me. Maybe there's someone out there who had did this before, but I think it's me for now.&lt;br /&gt;So what is this theory all about? You might be feeling paranoid when you saw the 'theory' word appearing. Well, even so, I hope you can read on, and maybe it will start your brain pondering over it.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think you're able to cope with criticism?", Crystal asked me. I suppose she was referring to bad critics. It took me a short while to come out with my answer. Now, ask yourself this question. Are you capable of handling bad critics? How well will you take it? It's rather simple to me. A bad critic serves either purpose. One, to stir a person rational state of mind and convert it into emotional response. Two, to assist in helping a person to achieve something better than what he/she is getting. In short, if you react negatively, you will feel discomfort and maybe react emotionally. If you think rationally, I think you will gain a valuable lesson which may help you to achieve to the next level in your career/relationship/etc, or you will be able to learn from your mistake and avoid them in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I do know some people are just out there to criticise another just to make them feel discourage, or wanted to prove their dominance. Think about it dude. (ok, gal as well. Don't wana be labelled as a sexist.) Is the critic worth thinking about? Does it help you in any way? If not, just ignore it without any hard feelings. Don't take it too personal. If you reacted emotionally, you've just fall into the trap. Don't respond till it has processed thru' your head. On the other hand, if that critic serves you well, but it was delivered in a rather harsh way, keep your cool dude and gal, take the gist of the critic and proceed on.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you understand my simple theory, coz' it's ain't that difficult to read isn't it? Alrighty then, JimBeam Competition gonna start.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell~ I didn't win anything on the PC show lucky draw! Tough Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Peace out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-6273924370635586139?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6273924370635586139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=6273924370635586139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6273924370635586139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6273924370635586139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/criticism-management-theory.html' title='Criticism Management Theory'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SFu-7aPUpRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/14prWWGG3ho/s72-c/criticism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-561377386856900222</id><published>2008-06-16T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:29:53.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The PC Show 2008</title><content type='html'>16 Jun, The PC Show 2008&lt;br /&gt;The usual - PACKED! I was seeking for another portable external hard disk, and Buffalo is still the preferred choice coz of its rough and tough armor. It was selling 299SGD for 1TB, but it ain't the portable type, it was the tera-station instead. On the other hand, Seagate and Maxtor selling their non-portable 1TB at 299SGD and 279SGD respectively. I thought sooner I would be forking out my $$$ for that tera-cow. However, the thought was short-lived in my top purchase list after I came across the ViewSonic 22" LCD display. Asus offered almost the same package but it was the idea of their marketing differentiated them.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from getting my stuffs, I guessed I got to realise how crucial it is for a company to market its products in order to standout among their competitors.&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday again, and one of my friend is getting married.&lt;br /&gt;"On Monday?!?" You might asked... Ya, it is... a wedding dinner on a Monday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-561377386856900222?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/561377386856900222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=561377386856900222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/561377386856900222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/561377386856900222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/pc-show-2008.html' title='The PC Show 2008'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-7700978543190285952</id><published>2008-06-05T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:41:35.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tthhh thruthh inth everythh wordthh</title><content type='html'>5 Jun, Tthhh thruthh inth everythh wordthh&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if there's a typo for the title huh~ If you can pronounce that, you have just experienced speaking with an ulcer tongue. So I did one thing that speed up the recovery. Ya, SALT ON THE WOUND! EWWww!! Painful of coursethh! It surely worthh the try since I realized the wound was in a better state this morning. Alternatively, get 'someone' to bite for you if you prefer to taste the sweetness in agony. I've never try thatthh yetthh, and I don't think I will.&lt;br /&gt;*goose-bumps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-7700978543190285952?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7700978543190285952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7700978543190285952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7700978543190285952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7700978543190285952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/tthhh-thruthh-inth-everythh-wordthh.html' title='Tthhh thruthh inth everythh wordthh'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-5643969026723377933</id><published>2008-06-02T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:30:45.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observer or being observed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SEN2hGyKUvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4jbEVjOVTU8/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SEN2hGyKUvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4jbEVjOVTU8/s320/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207135905299190514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 Jun, Observer or being observed?&lt;br /&gt;Ever put someone into observation during a conversation? Well, I'm referring to the scrutinizing of words they used, the content they've brought up, and their body language too. Somehow, I like to observe people when they starts to talk. It does reveal the level of confidence they have and, how much they want themselves to be heard. However, being the 'loudest' doesn't mean you will be heard. Sometimes, some people just wanted to differentiate themselves from the rest. They just wanted to be the one that shines the brightest among the rest. I mean most of us, maybe all, would want to excel our own capabilities and stands out. If it's to the expense of our close ones, I guess it's better to dim down a little and be a part of the league. I'm not suggesting you have to turn your 'volume' down, but remember, without the people around you, you are nothing. It was like King Miraz in "The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian". His followers were so disappointed by their King that they decided to exterminate him. So what if you're a king who couldn't care about your people, and so what if you have a loudspeaker with no audience?&lt;br /&gt;By knowing where you'll be and who you'll be with, you may be able to observe the one who wanna outcast themselves, instead of being observed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-5643969026723377933?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5643969026723377933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=5643969026723377933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5643969026723377933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5643969026723377933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/observer-or-being-observed.html' title='Observer or being observed?'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SEN2hGyKUvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4jbEVjOVTU8/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-9208486324321856648</id><published>2008-05-25T03:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:09:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my words, SERIOUSLY!</title><content type='html'>25 May, Take my words, SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;It was a great party at dbl-O over the weekends since we got all the necessary preparations done. The duck tour bus was flooded with a bunch of crazy clubbers who were drinking and screaming all over. The insanity rose when the bus drove passed Orchard road. With air-horns and party whistles, they really caught many shoppers' eyes on the first night of GSS.&lt;br /&gt;From a patron's perspective, I thought dbl-O was being generous, or TOO generous, about the free flow of drinks. The free premium liquors had surely caused some patrons to have tipsy heads even before 12mid. Even ah-ger and her colleagues were showing some "drunken fist moves" that I thought she couldn't stay for long. With some words exchanged with her friends, it seemed like they don't take me seriously. Maybe it was because I was being too polite to them while being serious in my words, and my words didn't go into their ears. Some sparks went off but I still gotta inject and cement my message in them. If one doesn't take it the soft way, you just got to do it the hard way. It worked and I didn't bother if they were offended.&lt;br /&gt;It goes the same for anyone. If I'm telling you for the first time, I can smile at you. For the second time, I'll filter off the smile with the same message. If I have to repeat myself for the third f**king time, you better watch your actions or words that you're about to spit, else somebody is going to get hurt, I mean verbally... Don' try me, coz it's never worth a try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-9208486324321856648?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9208486324321856648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=9208486324321856648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/9208486324321856648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/9208486324321856648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-my-words-seriously.html' title='Take my words, SERIOUSLY!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-7726280313933146327</id><published>2008-05-20T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:32:28.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's go up, won't come down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SDLs_Kh-YBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4o5I-FudHPQ/s1600-h/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SDLs_Kh-YBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4o5I-FudHPQ/s320/hell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202481089469112338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20 May, What's go up, won't come down.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the phrase "What's go up, must come down". It's just a sentence to express things in general. You know...  it's like the sine wave. It's like the stock market. It's like your life, your luck. However, today's news says the price of oil went up again and it doesn't seems to be sliding down. I bet the "oil-makers" were smiling away with their glittering teeth blinding everyone. I pray to god (if there's one) to make them feel the pinch  with a twist one day.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather lousy now, don't feel like writing anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-7726280313933146327?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7726280313933146327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7726280313933146327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7726280313933146327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7726280313933146327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-go-up-wont-come-down.html' title='What&apos;s go up, won&apos;t come down.'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SDLs_Kh-YBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4o5I-FudHPQ/s72-c/hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-395463231866372748</id><published>2008-05-15T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:27:41.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does that really help?</title><content type='html'>15 May, Does that really help?&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd wave of the natural disaster struck our world highest populated country without mercy, and the young ones were not spared either. It was just a few days after the 1st one had hit Myanmar hard. This time, it snatched away thousands of lives &lt;span&gt;in the aftermath of the 7.8 magnitude earthquake, and &lt;/span&gt;it was heavy-hearted for the media to announce the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;We do feel sorry for them, and at the same time, many organizations are helping out by raising funds. Somehow, someone msn me to put up a rose on my nick. She said it was to pray for the victims.&lt;br /&gt;"Does that really help? How?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. But just put and pray lor", she replied.&lt;br /&gt;"How helpful huh~" I thought. How does one who is sitting in their air-conditioned office with the computer hooked online and with a rose on the MSN nick,  help those people who are trying to survive without water and food?&lt;br /&gt;Where's the bloody logic?!? Or am I missing something here.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-395463231866372748?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/395463231866372748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=395463231866372748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/395463231866372748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/395463231866372748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/does-that-really-help.html' title='Does that really help?'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-809725780995451878</id><published>2008-05-12T11:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:26:54.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't go home without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SCftPah-YAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/K3oTdcOfsUw/s1600-h/Mistake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SCftPah-YAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/K3oTdcOfsUw/s320/Mistake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199385143898169346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12 May, Won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;"It's not over tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you."&lt;br /&gt;It has been running through my ears for umpteen times and I'm trying to visualize the scenes even it has already made a MTV out of it. The piano notes kept my brain waves escalating as I'm trying to get some inspirations for my work.&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes when you talked to people, they can either talk to you with respect or simply slam you off. What ever it's gonna be, I always wanted to be a positivist. Some people can just bring you down with their words, but on the second thought, they just want you to work out the right way. If you gonna take it too personal, I think it's hard for you to grow and mature through this harsh reality. Filter the harshness and grab the main points of the entire conversation.&lt;br /&gt;You should be feeling better that way. Trust me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-809725780995451878?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/809725780995451878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=809725780995451878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/809725780995451878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/809725780995451878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/wont-go-home-without-you.html' title='Won&apos;t go home without you'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SCftPah-YAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/K3oTdcOfsUw/s72-c/Mistake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-5924854913227342465</id><published>2008-05-09T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:40:01.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alprazolum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SCP_yZ2eYwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9Nw5VGT60yY/s1600-h/Pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SCP_yZ2eYwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9Nw5VGT60yY/s320/Pills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198279636313596674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 May, Alprazolum&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't been active in my blogging lately coz' I've muted myself. "For any reason?" You may be wondering, but it wasn't anything major. You know, some people may just quote you when you're expressing your thoughts. And if there's anyone reading this and wanna quote me from here, kindly email me and I'll consider giving you the permission.&lt;br /&gt;Just received my letter of completion yesterday and some assignments. I felt good to receive a HD for my essay from Sunny. Afterall, he's a pro in the field. Didn't see any familiar faces but lots of familiar situations in the school. It was just awhile ago that we were revising our exams on the study benches and now it was somebody's turn.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been sleeping well and gotta turn to Alprazolum again. 0.5mg is good enough for me to have a good rest and blank out my mind. I'm aware of the side effect, and I'm keeping it under control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-5924854913227342465?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5924854913227342465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=5924854913227342465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5924854913227342465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5924854913227342465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/alprazolum.html' title='Alprazolum'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SCP_yZ2eYwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9Nw5VGT60yY/s72-c/Pills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4780314075225771494</id><published>2008-04-23T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:22:16.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slam Dunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SA63LsEs3fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7DjDgrxAp_0/s1600-h/SlamDunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SA63LsEs3fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7DjDgrxAp_0/s320/SlamDunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192288831842082290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;23 April, Slam Dunk&lt;br /&gt;Sakuragi Hanamichi has ended the series with a dunk.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good Japanaese anime to catch if you didn't managed to watch it back then. I got the entire series downloaded (in Japanese with English subtitle), if any of you guys are keen to watch, do pass me your portable hard disk. No worries, I will include the player for you too. (Just say the magic word.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4780314075225771494?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4780314075225771494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4780314075225771494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4780314075225771494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4780314075225771494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/slam-dunk.html' title='Slam Dunk'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SA63LsEs3fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7DjDgrxAp_0/s72-c/SlamDunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3095231989702606120</id><published>2008-04-18T11:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:39:11.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unprofessional</title><content type='html'>18 April, Unprofessional&lt;br /&gt;Heard of the case that this photographer got drunk at a wedding, and he lost his camera and the entire wedding photo shots? I felt sorry for that couple, and as for the photographer, he was condemned. So what's the worst thing you can do to someone's misfortune? Can't think of anything mean?&lt;br /&gt;Well, recently I came across a photographer's website (BL Photography) through facebook. I thought it was quite a well-structured website apart from the SUPER typical music piece "From this moment" playing at the background. While I surfed into the blog page, I can't believe BL actually took someone's misfortune to promote his own ethics. Below is the blog he wrote in exact words.&lt;br /&gt;"I have encountered countless times couples and their friends wanted me to join them for a post-wedding party after a hard day's work. As much as I would like to join them, I never accept their kind offering, as I know I still have a job to complete, and that is bring the photos back home and backup a few copies of their photos in my computer!"&lt;br /&gt;How convincing HUH!!! HUH!!! HUH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-3095231989702606120?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3095231989702606120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3095231989702606120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3095231989702606120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3095231989702606120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/unprofessional.html' title='Unprofessional'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-5881130860890457174</id><published>2008-04-16T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:27:32.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life will be good when you stop looking for the better</title><content type='html'>15 April, Life will be good when you stop looking for the better&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Amen to that when a friend enlightened me with that phrase. However, we're still pursuing what deem to be better for us, especially in terms of material. A normal brand-less bag won't entice most ladies out there, one would rather head into a LV or GUCCI boutique to pay for a few hundreds to thousands for a little handbag. Well, maybe that particular bag will define your status, or even your taste in style and fashion. Does it really give such definition? I guess many just follow the fashion blindly. Just like what I've mentioned in my previous blog about being a Mac Idiots. Or it's simply just pure jealousy? I think I tends to look at things in a more rational way, and that's why I can be insensitive at times. Pardon me ya?&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, everyone will be a few hundred dollars richer this month due to the GST offset package. So does this gives you another reason to get yourself a better material?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-5881130860890457174?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5881130860890457174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=5881130860890457174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5881130860890457174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5881130860890457174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-will-be-good-when-you-stop-looking.html' title='Life will be good when you stop looking for the better'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4904440532160146017</id><published>2008-04-09T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:03:25.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never watch alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R_xOA2PeZfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6JbcZMUIIDs/s1600-h/LFC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R_xOA2PeZfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6JbcZMUIIDs/s320/LFC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187106647291356658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 April, You'll never watch alone&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Jo's place last night and watched the Champion's League quarter final match between the young and furious Arsenal and the five times winner Liverpool. Arsenal made several impressive attacks with their one-touch passing technique. On the other hand, Liverpool was rather weak in their defense and couldn't match up to the speed of the Wenger Boys.&lt;br /&gt;Curses and swears erupted towards the Reds' defense when Diaby was given too much running space in the box which led to a goal soon after. Arsenal slowed their pace a little after that lead, but Liverpool pressed on. Half hour gone, and the veteran full back, Sami Hyypia, managed to shake off Senderos marking and headed the ball into the net. It was then Jo and I got re-energized and stayed focus watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;During the second half at the 69th minute, the golden boy, Fernando Torres, scored a great shot from his right foot after Senderos failed to cover the angle. Arsenal knew they got to score to keep their title dream alive and made two substitutions, bringing in young English star Walcott and Dutch man Van Persie. It didn't take long for the young striker to contribute in the match when he simply dribbled from his own half right to the Liverpool penalty box and fed Adebayor the goal scoring chance. The latter buried it behind Reina after Skytel failed to reach out for the ball behind him. Of course, curses and swears again without fail from the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;While the Wenger Boys felt relieved after the equalizing goal, Babel won the Reds a penalty. It was a controversial one. The Reds' captain fired it behind Alumnia and The Gunners celebration was short lived. The match ended at 4-2 with Babel scoring the final goal. This also means that Liverpool gonna face Chelsea on the semi-final AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Till then, you'll never watch alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4904440532160146017?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4904440532160146017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4904440532160146017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4904440532160146017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4904440532160146017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/youll-never-watch-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll never watch alone'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R_xOA2PeZfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6JbcZMUIIDs/s72-c/LFC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4432390287926481248</id><published>2008-04-08T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:53:49.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed out fading out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R_skQmPeZeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eRKCvJtLIzg/s1600-h/dz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R_skQmPeZeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eRKCvJtLIzg/s320/dz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186779263409219042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 April, Dazed out fading out&lt;br /&gt;Just got to know that eM Studio will be having its make-over starting end of this month. The bad news is, it also means "Dazed Out" is calling it a day. No more trance party, no more heart pumping music, no more hotel complaints?&lt;br /&gt;The good news for trance lovers is, you can still get the awesome mix by our trance master over at his podcast "&lt;a href="http://yukun.mypodcast.com/"&gt;yukun.mypodcast.com&lt;/a&gt;". For now, I have no idea what's next for eM studio.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I guess we're all concentrating at the dblO anniversary event. We're gonna to make it huge this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4432390287926481248?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4432390287926481248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4432390287926481248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4432390287926481248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4432390287926481248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/dazed-out-fading-out.html' title='Dazed out fading out'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R_skQmPeZeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eRKCvJtLIzg/s72-c/dz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-1785664720340998283</id><published>2008-04-06T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:17:20.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing the South China Sea breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R_iTNWPeZdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sIXH1d2XIXQ/s1600-h/Bintan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R_iTNWPeZdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sIXH1d2XIXQ/s320/Bintan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186056828435195346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 April, Breathing the South China Sea breeze&lt;br /&gt;Ferried towards Bintan for revitalization last Wednesday and spent the three days cleansing my lungs. I did feel the time had somehow slowed down over there. The tempo was slow.&lt;br /&gt;Many may have perceived that strolling along the beach is a romantic thing to do, but I think it would be better off when you stroll with the sea level reaching your waist. (Ka-Ka not included)&lt;br /&gt;I think going away with your partner/soul mate, can be a good thing beside all the "ROomantic" activities. You can understand each other in a different situations and complement the differences between both of you. It was then I've realized how interesting 'fairy' can be with all  the superficial sound effects that she didn't even notice. I'll be looking forward to plan our next trip.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about why and how you did it, it's about who you do it for.&lt;br /&gt;The effects can be "Un-be-li-va-bliar"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-1785664720340998283?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1785664720340998283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=1785664720340998283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1785664720340998283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1785664720340998283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/breathing-south-china-sea-breeze.html' title='Breathing the South China Sea breeze'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R_iTNWPeZdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sIXH1d2XIXQ/s72-c/Bintan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-97829136561411012</id><published>2008-04-01T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:54:25.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All stages cleared!</title><content type='html'>1 April, All stages cleared!&lt;br /&gt;Have ended March in a good note with the released of my final module's result. It was better than I've expected, but that didn't really spice me up. Maybe I've got over that kind of mood since January. Anyway, I'm glad most of us have managed to clear all modules and will be looking forward to embark a new career.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... It's April now. What's the next stage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-97829136561411012?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/97829136561411012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=97829136561411012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/97829136561411012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/97829136561411012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-stages-cleared.html' title='All stages cleared!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-5786871658304233263</id><published>2008-03-28T15:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:58:04.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R-ycgmPeZcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XzBmkwDJcBg/s1600-h/march.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R-ycgmPeZcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XzBmkwDJcBg/s320/march.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182689355031799234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;28 March, Fast March&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just remind you about the fast march you went through during your dreadful NS days? Well, it did remind me of the 5km fast march I had right on the first night as a sniper trainee. My officer was nothing but a piece of crap. Okok, I shouldn't be carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;I'm talking about this month, March, which gonna pass by so quickly. Before I knew it, I'm gonna pay my late grandparents a visit this coming weekend since last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;A few huge issues happened lately, and I hope there will be sunshine after all the thunder storms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;First, there were some political matters going on in the glass tower that the glass did show some hairline cracks, then the demise of my uncle who was a great chef in my family tree. Of coz' there were other stuffs going on which I do not wish to highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;I've been clearing my old CD archives lately and came across the song "Until the end of the world" from the soundtrack of the Japanese anime "Slam Dunk". I can still remember clearly how that MTV looks like, and that brought me back to watch "Slam Dunk" again. By the way, there are one hundred and one episodes. So if you're keen to watch, I suggest watching it from veoh rather than youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;Anyway, I'll be looking forward to my short getaway trip next week! Can't wait to inhale those sea breezes again... Ya, I know I can get some over at East Coast too, but I prefer the one from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;South China Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/13509473-5786871658304233263?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5786871658304233263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=5786871658304233263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5786871658304233263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5786871658304233263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/fast-march.html' title='Fast March'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R-ycgmPeZcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XzBmkwDJcBg/s72-c/march.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-2831042681627705141</id><published>2008-03-22T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:58:38.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak for yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R-UcFWPeZbI/AAAAAAAAAII/mv6JJNE5k8s/s1600-h/speakup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R-UcFWPeZbI/AAAAAAAAAII/mv6JJNE5k8s/s320/speakup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180577824555034034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;22 March, Speak for yourself&lt;br /&gt;"I represent no one but myself. I speak for no one but myself. I have my own responsibilities, I bear my own consequences."&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your life will change by keeping quiet? Do you think there will be someone to defend for you? I'm telling you to be real, to be rational, to unearth matters that are meant to be made known, and sweep the grudges or dissatisfaction under that dusty carpet. Let's handle things professionally. Be a man, and do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has their own perspectives, but that doesn't mean you have to follow unless it's a reasonable thing to do. Question when you have doubts, clarify when you're unsure. Seek for the truth, or at least something reasonable. I know sometimes, when we can't handle the truth, we seek for consolation.&lt;br /&gt;In short, let the "reasonable man" in you do the talking, and switch your "emotional-lady" to mute for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-2831042681627705141?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2831042681627705141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=2831042681627705141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2831042681627705141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2831042681627705141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/speak-for-yourself.html' title='Speak for yourself'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R-UcFWPeZbI/AAAAAAAAAII/mv6JJNE5k8s/s72-c/speakup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3538548422542897612</id><published>2008-03-17T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:30:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A treasure hunt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R94B5YuWqiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5yI_tuZ6CcU/s1600-h/TreasureMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R94B5YuWqiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5yI_tuZ6CcU/s320/TreasureMap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178578706923694626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17 March, A treasure hunt?&lt;br /&gt;Ever participate in a treasure hunt? It's fun, isn't it?  With the given clues at every stage, means you're nearer to the pit of gold. We're playing this game today with the new 'hints' released by our authority.&lt;br /&gt;Quote from CNA "&lt;span&gt;Police have released more details on escaped Jemaah Islamiyah leader Mas Selamat Kastari's facial features. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; They said he has a mole on the right side of his cheek, below the eye, and has thin lips. Since his escape, police have also highlighted to the public that he has a limp on his left leg, visible only when he runs or walks fast."&lt;br /&gt;So does that narrow down your scope? Will there be more "hints" in the next few days?&lt;br /&gt;Oh c'mon, this ain't any BIG prize to be won or what. Why can't they released full details right from the start? You mean you don't know how he actually looks like when he was in custody?&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/13509473-3538548422542897612?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3538548422542897612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3538548422542897612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3538548422542897612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3538548422542897612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/treasure-hunt.html' title='A treasure hunt?'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R94B5YuWqiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5yI_tuZ6CcU/s72-c/TreasureMap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4710961902877093144</id><published>2008-03-14T07:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:35:30.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man-made "tsunami"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R9pCfYuWqhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wR9lZzUhbx4/s1600-h/tsunami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R9pCfYuWqhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wR9lZzUhbx4/s320/tsunami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177523828596058642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14 March, The man-made "tsunami"&lt;br /&gt;Still remember how that killer waves murdered countless people back on the 2004 boxing day? It was brutal! Most of us may not have experienced the real tsunami, but there are some who experience the repercussion and the pain still lives in them today. That's the power of nature. It comes almost silently with great impact, and leaves the pain and sorrow as residue.&lt;br /&gt;So what about man-made "tsunami"? I'm referring to organizations, I'm referring to the corporate structure. Any restructure or changes in the top management, it will somehow affect the army down the hierarchy. The General still has to maintain the morale of his troops while the restructuring is going on. So, what's gonna happen next? No one will know until the "Ministers" have decided to move their seed.&lt;br /&gt;No worries~ We won't have a situation of "check-mate" here. Only "sound" check up there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4710961902877093144?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4710961902877093144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4710961902877093144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4710961902877093144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4710961902877093144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-made-tsunami.html' title='The man-made &quot;tsunami&quot;'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R9pCfYuWqhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wR9lZzUhbx4/s72-c/tsunami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3351272229581115737</id><published>2008-03-13T11:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:37:13.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new pickup spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R9jH5ouWqgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QfeEeroIm5w/s1600-h/PickUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R9jH5ouWqgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QfeEeroIm5w/s320/PickUp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177107564660697602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13 March, The new pickup spot&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not referring to any pubs or clubs for you to pick up girls, for hook up with any guys. I'm spot-lighting it at our taxi stands.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose everyone should know by now about the new regulation of boarding or alighting a cab in the central area of SingKaPor. Isn't this making life difficult for both commuters and taxi uncles? Take for example last week when I was picking up some bulky parcel in town. I had a hard time fetching a cab, coz I wasn't at any taxi stand. So, am I suppose to carry the humongous parcel and find a taxi stand under the scorching sun? Will you do that? Ya, your mind is shaking now.&lt;br /&gt;Another case I heard from ah-ger, a commuter in CBD was in a rush to another building and hailed a cab at a taxi stand in front of his office building. He got on the cab and told the cabby his destination. Guess what, he was dropped right at the same taxi stand after a round-about trip, coz' that was the nearest taxi stand the cabby could find. How silly isn't it? So, did that smart-aleck actually thought about these issues before coming up with his fantastico idea? Well, obviously for the position that smarty is sitting right now, he probably owns a car and don't need a cab. And maybe in one way or another, they're trying to push people to take train or buses instead. Why? You go figure it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-3351272229581115737?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3351272229581115737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3351272229581115737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3351272229581115737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3351272229581115737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-pickup-spot.html' title='The new pickup spot'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R9jH5ouWqgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QfeEeroIm5w/s72-c/PickUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-370924460849930130</id><published>2008-03-12T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:59:12.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eDVOCACY</title><content type='html'>12 March, eDVOCACY&lt;br /&gt;Wrong spelling? Not exactly, coz' I've evolved it from "advocacy"under the influence from our new media.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you had received those forwarded emails about helping a poor kid who is suffering from terminal disease, warning of an unhygienic food-stall that their mee-poh comes with  cockroaches' legs, or some chain letters shit. I received one about Jesus this morning. That wasn't the first one, and I'm sure it won't be the last. I had quite enough of those "How to be a good man" stories especially from those Christian advocators. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against Christianity. It's just all those forwarded stories that were actually preaching me to wear a cross upon my chest sickened me.&lt;br /&gt;I think those Christian advocators, who conjured so many stories, are pretty good script writers. They can tell you lots of real things that are happening in current time and link back to their propagandas. I think it really drills down to a person if you wanna talk about morality.&lt;br /&gt;So... 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According to the Pictionarians and "King of Zoosk", you have to think stupid in order to win the game. Guess my team thought in the most stupid way and won the game eventually. Close fight huh~ Hmm... it was beginner's luck I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be a Picasso in this game, all you need to do is to draw whatever shit that comes to your mind. It can be a total confusion and that's the fun part! For example, the word is "temple". YK drew a mosque and I drew a church! Hahaha!! WTF!! And I thought the drawing we did somehow will be influenced by our own upbringing and culture. Hmm... maybe it did reflect our multi-races culture huh~&lt;br /&gt;For whatever it is, please remember... "Friends are forever, it's just a game."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-7312430040628639013?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7312430040628639013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7312430040628639013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7312430040628639013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7312430040628639013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/evening-with-djs.html' title='An evening with the DJs'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-1258414805999332490</id><published>2008-03-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:00:20.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hachoo Nachoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8y5rcAYQII/AAAAAAAAAHo/s8MBZX6HoPI/s1600-h/nacho_eskimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8y5rcAYQII/AAAAAAAAAHo/s8MBZX6HoPI/s320/nacho_eskimo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173714227845152898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 March, Hachoo Nachoo&lt;br /&gt;It has been drizzling these few days and Nacho wasn't at his top form last weekend. All thanks to Jat for bringing him out in the rain. Fortunately, he's back to his active self when we lure him out of his 'cave' with his munchies.&lt;br /&gt;Our motherly Carrine has flew to Norway to team up with her hubby. How nice it is to have a sea-view right in front of your apartment, and I know Toughy will do anything to go and live over there with Cpt. Jack. So our next reunion will be on our convocation day isn't it? Hmm... maybe we should go back to substation again, I love the roast duck pizza leh! *slurp~*&lt;br /&gt;Talking about food, I'm getting hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-1258414805999332490?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1258414805999332490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=1258414805999332490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1258414805999332490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1258414805999332490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/hachoo-nachoo.html' title='Hachoo Nachoo'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8y5rcAYQII/AAAAAAAAAHo/s8MBZX6HoPI/s72-c/nacho_eskimo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3353289516151236695</id><published>2008-03-01T21:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T08:57:34.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's underneath?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8luC3FMhII/AAAAAAAAAHg/S61QQiZ7A_Y/s1600-h/JI_MAS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8luC3FMhII/AAAAAAAAAHg/S61QQiZ7A_Y/s320/JI_MAS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172786642436260994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 March, What's underneath?&lt;br /&gt;So... that JI &lt;span&gt;leader Mas Selamat Kastari had escaped from the detention centre with a limping leg. Are you taking that piece of news as it is? Or did you actually question the authority or explore the possibilities?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think that he slipped off with his limping leg when we have so many "fighting-fit" police officers? Oh ya, recently they have this career commercial showing the transition of a sprinting athlete to a police officer who is chasing after a robber. Hmm... I guess they need to train on their timing again if a limping man can slipped off their clutch just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Think again, maybe the escape was planned. Well... there might be a possibility of 'releasing' him, so that he will limp back to his den and lead the authority to his accomplices. You never know what the advance technologies can do to a person mann~ Especially the nano-technologies. You know what I'm saying~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our home team are combing various areas and he will soon be found (dead or alive), coz I really think it's almost impossible for him to flee to our neighbours since we all know that how tight our national securities are. Let say you're in the custom... You say "bomb", you gana. You come or return from China with fever (possibility of SAR lor), you gana. You bring in a fresh pack of cigarette, you also gana. So with that face pasted on almost everywhere and anywhere, I'm sure he will gana BIG TIME!!&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/13509473-3353289516151236695?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3353289516151236695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3353289516151236695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3353289516151236695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3353289516151236695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-underneath.html' title='What&apos;s underneath?'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8luC3FMhII/AAAAAAAAAHg/S61QQiZ7A_Y/s72-c/JI_MAS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-769141976748786655</id><published>2008-02-29T11:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:03:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you injecting racism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8esynFMhHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xqRDlRWhnnY/s1600-h/Stop_Racism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8esynFMhHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xqRDlRWhnnY/s320/Stop_Racism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172292682542515314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;29 February, Are you injecting racism?&lt;br /&gt;Recalling to my childhood days in kampong... The area was so huge that there wasn't any boundaries for you to roam about. To prevent us, the younger generation, from getting lost in the vegetation, my elders used to tell us that if we went too far from our base, we will be abducted by "mang-ga-li" or "ah-neh". Hmm...why "mang-ga-li" or "ah-neh"?? Is it because they had pioneered this 'project' - kidnapping? Or is it due to the difference of skin colour? Did the "mang-ga-li" or "ah-neh" tell their kids not to wander too far off in case they'll be kidnap by a Chinese? I thought such teaching had dissolved long time ago till my encounter with two Chinese kids during my transit. They had boarded the train and seek for empty seats. One of them spotted the empty seats opposite where I was sitting, and rushed to it. The other followed but I was rather curious why both of them were eying on one seat when they had one each. While they were 'fighting' over that 'special' seat, one of them just spoke out that she didn't want to sit beside an Indian. That sentence has caught many people's attention in that cabin but not that Indian. Probably, he was busy attending to his kid at that point of time. Later, the two kids just ran off to the next cabin.&lt;br /&gt;So, why people starts judging people based on their colour? Does it mean that a specific colour defines a certain set of characteristics? Ya, probably black will makes you think of darkness, secret, and Batman? Yellow will be banana, egg, and Big Bird? And white will be peace, pure, and MacBook Air? Whatever it is, these colours will be interpreted differently when it comes off a human skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-769141976748786655?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/769141976748786655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=769141976748786655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/769141976748786655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/769141976748786655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/injecting-racism.html' title='Are you injecting racism?'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8esynFMhHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xqRDlRWhnnY/s72-c/Stop_Racism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-8493847762235572072</id><published>2008-02-26T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:59:08.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos to Vinz aka Sagiboar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8ONKONjT8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NBI_p3Ceu-Q/s1600-h/sagiboar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8ONKONjT8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NBI_p3Ceu-Q/s320/sagiboar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171132003904606146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;26 February, Kudos to Vinz aka Sagiboar&lt;br /&gt;A white box on my fifth clickable? Ya, that was before Sagiboar waved his magic wand, or should I say, his magic fingers - Okok, Kimochi6 has his own "magic" too! I bet Smookey will be laughing if he read this. You zoosker!! =P&lt;br /&gt;Next, gonna do a trial run at our main outlet and hopefully, the lag dun cause too much of a problem. Hmm... so what's next after this? Podcast? Vodcast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Thanks Sagiboar***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-8493847762235572072?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8493847762235572072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8493847762235572072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8493847762235572072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8493847762235572072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/kudos-to-vinz-aka-sagiboar.html' title='Kudos to Vinz aka Sagiboar'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R8ONKONjT8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NBI_p3Ceu-Q/s72-c/sagiboar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-7375395406617935880</id><published>2008-02-25T13:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:23:26.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer was answered</title><content type='html'>25 February, Prayer was answered&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing thru' some old movies and came across "Paycheck". That disc was scratched, therefore had decided to opt for "Cellular" instead. I think it was the sixth or seventh times I've watched that show. Good cast, good plot, good progression. I just won't get bored with the same old good show. Well, that's me...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was channel surfing and happened to catch "Paycheck" screening on FIVE. I felt so amazed that I spoke like a "choo-choo" train to ah-ger. Maybe my prayer has been answered, or it was purely coincidence. The show is about this billionaire, Aaron Eckhart (main lead in "Thank You For Smoking"), employs a Reverse Engineer, Ben Affleck, to build a machine that is able to see the future. So the story goes on about how Ben Affleck, who has saw his future, changes his own destiny and win the $90million jackpot prize which he's well-deserved in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;K lah, gotta stop my Ah-gong's story-telling session before you close this window.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to get my paycheck this weekend~ Peace Out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-7375395406617935880?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7375395406617935880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7375395406617935880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7375395406617935880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7375395406617935880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/prayer-was-answered.html' title='Prayer was answered'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-5304014754274169221</id><published>2008-02-21T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:36:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insensitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R76Vt8OB6tI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-IRW5lAtj84/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R76Vt8OB6tI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-IRW5lAtj84/s320/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169734038759533266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21 February, Insensitivity&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if someone is standing in your way while you're on your job? Seek for an alternatively route? Probably. How about if I refer that to a camera shot? Seek for another angle? I doubt you want to do that if that's the best angle you could get.&lt;br /&gt;So you've guessed it huh~Ya, I was blocked by an insensitive living thing during my shoot in the midst of an event. The living thing should know that I was working on my camera (unless the eyes were covered with shit), and it just stood right in front of my camera when there was a group of people responding to me.&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the fucking problem with that thing? It just carried on yakking and yakking as if I wasn't there. WTF! It's tough to get the right shot at the right timing as most photographers or videographers would agree on.&lt;br /&gt;I just HATE those living things who are not visually impaired, and behaving like one. So get the fuck off my shot next time, else I'll put you in my cross-hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-5304014754274169221?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5304014754274169221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=5304014754274169221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5304014754274169221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5304014754274169221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/insensitivity.html' title='Insensitivity'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R76Vt8OB6tI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-IRW5lAtj84/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-8025202706151314492</id><published>2008-02-18T23:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:05:24.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The launch of the 5th clickable - LIVE webby cam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7pGzsOB6sI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P_U3DFcjISc/s1600-h/MTF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7pGzsOB6sI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P_U3DFcjISc/s320/MTF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168521376218344130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18 February, The launch of the 5th clickable&lt;br /&gt;(The LIVE webby cam)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect this to be so fast right? Well, me neither... I was still doing my research over last weekend about it, and managed to pick up some tips from the new media. However, there's a serious lag for the visual transmission. Anybody has any idea how to counter this? Ah-ger said prolly it's beyond your control, which I thought so too. Still, hope to work it out somehow and I'll implement this thingy to my outlets. Maybe some of you may think this is a management idea to use it as a surveillance camera to 'look after' their staffs. Correction. This is mainly to broadcast big event nights. So if you happen to be a EHG staff reading this, please be rest assured that the webcam thingy won't be tracking every movement of yours!&lt;br /&gt;(Where got so free!!)&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, I might just be the first person doing this in the entertainment industry. If the response is good, which I really hope so, then we'll surely HUAT AH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-8025202706151314492?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8025202706151314492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8025202706151314492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8025202706151314492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8025202706151314492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/launch-of-5th-clickable-live-webby-cam.html' title='The launch of the 5th clickable - LIVE webby cam'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7pGzsOB6sI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P_U3DFcjISc/s72-c/MTF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-2441230587242864448</id><published>2008-02-17T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:21:19.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new column coming soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7hQJsOB6rI/AAAAAAAAAG4/n_RrWuET0X8/s1600-h/replacement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7hQJsOB6rI/AAAAAAAAAG4/n_RrWuET0X8/s320/replacement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167968699826694834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17 February, A new column coming soon&lt;br /&gt;Realized that there are five clickables now? Well, I'm trying to embed a 'live' webcam  to my blog. Still in the process of finding the solution though. Hopefully, it will be setup soon. I mean very soon.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my boss introduced "Mixmeister" to me. I had tried out the software and was amazed by its technology. For those who wanna do their own music mixes, you can check out that software. It's cool~&lt;br /&gt;Had a mini "LOH HEY" session just before our football match this morning. And guess what, this time, we had some beer too! Managed to play the game but had suffered a minor injury. "Time to hang our boots!" Someone shouted across the court when I had to squat down to rest my knee. Maybe we'll play for another one or two years and call it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-2441230587242864448?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2441230587242864448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=2441230587242864448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2441230587242864448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2441230587242864448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-column-coming-soon.html' title='A new column coming soon'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7hQJsOB6rI/AAAAAAAAAG4/n_RrWuET0X8/s72-c/replacement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3832007861993188224</id><published>2008-02-14T12:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:20:42.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining V.Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7PrfMOB6qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IvEDrbaB3q4/s1600-h/Diamonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7PrfMOB6qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IvEDrbaB3q4/s320/Diamonds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166732118612634274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14 February, Defining V.Day&lt;br /&gt;Was at the "Anti-Valentine's Day" event last night and read some funny notes from the patrons.&lt;br /&gt;One goes "I hate v.day coz' last year I spent it with my mum, and this year I hope to spend with someone else's mum." Another said "I hate v.day coz' all the guys i like are gays!"&lt;br /&gt;Something I couldn't agree more with Smookey was when he said everything is expensive on this day. Apparently, this is the chance where most retailers and restaurants are out to squeeze you dry.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, my definition for V.Day will be "Very-expensive Day". What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-3832007861993188224?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3832007861993188224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3832007861993188224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3832007861993188224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3832007861993188224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/defining-vday.html' title='Defining V.Day'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7PrfMOB6qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IvEDrbaB3q4/s72-c/Diamonds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-5981895502549085824</id><published>2008-02-12T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:31:51.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Hundredth Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7EmP8OB6pI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qguxuJ2Ts7M/s1600-h/balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7EmP8OB6pI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qguxuJ2Ts7M/s320/balloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165952302875536018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12 February, The One Hundredth Post&lt;br /&gt;Today marks my 100th posting. It isn't something great, but blogging has somehow changes my lifestyle. I've learned to voice out my opinions and perspectives. However, I'm still trying to improve on my grammar. So please bear with me~&lt;br /&gt;So what's coming up next? Ya, it's valentine's day of course. It's just round the corner. It's the day where the price of all stuffs that signify love goes up. I just couldn't see the point of spending on v.day. Maybe I'm ain't romantic, or I refuse to be a prey of those marketing predators.&lt;br /&gt;Why should any of you be oblige to buy anything to your special one? Is it that getting a gift to your partner means you love him/her more? If it's interpreted that way, next it will drills down to how much is your gift worth.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Trippon's annual top 10 list of the most expensive Valentine's Day gifts for 2007:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bombardier Global Express XRS executive jet - $48 million&lt;br /&gt;2. Phuket private island in Thailand- $23 million&lt;br /&gt;3. Renee Strausse for the Bride diamond encrusted wedding&lt;br /&gt;dress - $12 million&lt;br /&gt;4. Neil Lane sapphire and diamond necklace &amp;amp; diamond drop earrings - $2 million&lt;br /&gt;5. Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. 7.5 carat diamond and platinum engagement ring - $845,000&lt;br /&gt;6. SSC Ultimate Aero sports car - $654,500&lt;br /&gt;7. Honma 24k gold and platinum plated golf clubs - $52,938 per set&lt;br /&gt;8. Fendi Pink Crocodile Spy Bag - $25,700&lt;br /&gt;9. Golf round at Sandy Lane in Barbados - $1265&lt;br /&gt;10. Bling h2o water - $40 per bottle&lt;br /&gt;So what you gonna get? I think I could only afford Evian ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-5981895502549085824?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5981895502549085824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=5981895502549085824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5981895502549085824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5981895502549085824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-hundredth-post.html' title='The One Hundredth Post'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R7EmP8OB6pI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qguxuJ2Ts7M/s72-c/balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3043537676480571254</id><published>2008-02-11T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:52:42.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation dominator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R6_RX8OB6oI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G0TPEjDqFuE/s1600-h/boxing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R6_RX8OB6oI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G0TPEjDqFuE/s320/boxing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165577506849417858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11 February, Conversation dominator&lt;br /&gt;Ever find yourself in a situation where someone is talking all about themselves? Would you interrupt that fellow, or simply let the machine gun keep firing? I think most of you will roll up your eyes if you encounter it. That reminds me of person who I used to work with, but now, it's quite a different situation.&lt;br /&gt;It did happen to me a couple of times, and I had kept quiet throughout those conversation. Almost every sentence that came out was "I this, I that, I , I , I..." I was pretty sick of it till the nature's call. Maybe these people needs attention that they have been lacking. Whatever it is, I hope they do spare a thought for their listeners' ears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-3043537676480571254?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3043537676480571254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3043537676480571254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3043537676480571254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3043537676480571254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/conversation-dominator.html' title='Conversation dominator'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R6_RX8OB6oI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G0TPEjDqFuE/s72-c/boxing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4141899559005103434</id><published>2008-02-04T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:44:29.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gi's coins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R6bLm-4ZL6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/59-sMTYh0U0/s1600-h/coins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R6bLm-4ZL6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/59-sMTYh0U0/s320/coins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163037893401849762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 February, Gi's coins&lt;br /&gt;She packed up her feelings and luggage, and there she went in tears. That was the last time I spoke to Gi face to face. She couldn't bear but she has to. She doesn't want to give up but she has to.&lt;br /&gt;She had returned to where she came from. Back to her life, back to her home. She left nothing else except a handful of coins in my pocket. I could sense that she do not want to step into the sorrow land again.&lt;br /&gt;Gi, take care and bon voyage~ will miss you~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4141899559005103434?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4141899559005103434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4141899559005103434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4141899559005103434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4141899559005103434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/gis-coins.html' title='Gi&apos;s coins'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R6bLm-4ZL6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/59-sMTYh0U0/s72-c/coins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-1115898718148368610</id><published>2008-02-04T09:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:01:00.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message for all commuters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R6aMZu4ZL5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VczJq7JPNoo/s1600-h/tubeticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R6aMZu4ZL5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VczJq7JPNoo/s320/tubeticket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162968396536033170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 February, A message for all commuters!&lt;br /&gt;Simply annoying!! Encountered a young punk playing music through his mobile? Well, I've encountered one who sang along. Gosh! Was it KTV session or some Sing-Ka-Por idiots, i mean idols thingy? Gimme a break, will you!&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted over last weekends with all the painting, troubleshooting, and cleaning. Fortunately, Ah-Ger was there to lighten my load, else I'll be still wiping my equipment right now. We were busy like bee, and soon ended our day with "The Bee Movie". Oh ya, there was a minor accomplishment too. Managed to fix up Joyce's printer which was spoilt for dunno how many decades! I'm glad it came to life again after some sticking and slamming.&lt;br /&gt;Nacho got his fur trimmed yesterday and he looked similar to the first time when he came to our place, but his "Hao-Lian" character is still intact.&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to Remy after our usual football game and realised that even police patrol car needs to display parking coupon these days!! Can you believe it? I wasn't convinced till he told us that he had actually paid a fine even he's a station inspector. Seems like it's really getting tough out there even you're working with our government huh! On the other note, maybe the authority wana perform equality in our society. Sounds familiar? Ya, it's from our pledge.&lt;br /&gt;"We, the citizens of Singapore. Pledge ourselves as one united people. Regardless of race, language or religion. To build a democratic society. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Based on justice and equality&lt;/span&gt;. So as to achieve happiness, prosperity &amp;amp; progress for our nation."&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... progress for our nation? Well, that leads me to think about our ERP systems. I guess you'll anticipate what I'm gona say. Alright, let's face the "Ever-Rising Payment" system if you gona get a car and travels during peak hours. So what's the alternative to reach your destination in the shortest possible time? By cab? Well, they had adjusted their prices too! It cost me about another five bucks (with midnight charge) when I took a cab home after work. So that leaves us with buses and trains. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? We can pretty much anticipate what's the next thing gona be adjusted huh~ (DEFINITELY NOT OUR PAY OK!) So, are you thinking of our next rally?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-1115898718148368610?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1115898718148368610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=1115898718148368610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1115898718148368610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1115898718148368610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/message-for-young-commuters.html' title='A message for all commuters!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R6aMZu4ZL5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VczJq7JPNoo/s72-c/tubeticket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-1400529309803657595</id><published>2008-02-01T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:33:56.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Really ah?"</title><content type='html'>1 February, "Really ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Realised that this phrase has been coming out from my mouth so frequent this week. Perhaps it was only to that 'someone' who I spoke to. Someone just claimed to know everything that I know, as well as the hot babes he had dated. To be honest, I dun really give a fuck shit about who he had dated before, what he had for lunch, blar blar blar...&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought we would strike a good conversation due to our common interest towards a specific subject. However, someone didn't avoid generalism. It was pretty easy to spot the "Mr. know-all". Earlier, I caught a show from BBC which discuss the truth about human nature. The show focus on a thing that everyone is doing at least 15 times a week - according to BBC. That's lying. It can be a white lie or any colours of lies. At the end of the day, it's just lie.&lt;br /&gt;So I put that someone under observation and realised he did give away tell tale signs on his facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;When Clinton claimed he didn't have sex with Monica Lewinsky over their national tv, did you notice a microscopic smirk on his face? That was picked up by experts and gave him away. So back to that someone, perhaps he felt he was drifting away when we had conversation on technology stuffs. I guess he felt a sense of insecurity. It did irritates me when I know that someone was bull-shitting, but I do appreciate if that someone has done enough homework. I admit that I had bull-shitted in my essay during my mass comm studies~ But what really matter is if your words make sense. Make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-1400529309803657595?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1400529309803657595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=1400529309803657595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1400529309803657595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1400529309803657595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/really-ah.html' title='&quot;Really ah?&quot;'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4024863752280394968</id><published>2008-01-24T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:48:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMU Patron's Day</title><content type='html'>29 January, SMU Patron's Day&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that exciting as I thought it will be. Or rather, it was a boring one. The residue was real party animals, but sad to say, only a handful of them. Maybe there're lessons today, maybe it was a Monday, or maybe it was just SMU.&lt;br /&gt;So much for Patron's Day, and I think I'm looking forward to Chinese New Year. I'm not eyeing on the angbaos, but on the holidays instead.&lt;br /&gt;Gi gona leave SG for good on the 4th Feb. Things over here didn't work out well enough to keep her, I hope there will be more great things over at HK for her~&lt;br /&gt;~Gi, keep in touch~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4024863752280394968?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4024863752280394968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4024863752280394968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4024863752280394968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4024863752280394968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/smu-patrons-day.html' title='SMU Patron&apos;s Day'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-7086372738589753262</id><published>2008-01-21T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:36:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R5QTOW3EjFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wrSMdBbyOGA/s1600-h/sim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R5QTOW3EjFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wrSMdBbyOGA/s320/sim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157768610621721682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21 January, It's finally over!&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of school, last test for this course, maybe last time I'll see some of you. We're ending this chapter of our life and continue to pursue what we wanted in life. It can be the plan of saving up for your next LV bag, or it can simply be furthering your studies. I wish you all well and pursue what you wanted to achieve in your life or career.&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing much gona change for me for the time being. Maybe, working my way up the corporate ladder as most of you are doing, but I'm doing it my way. At least it will not be involving office politics, I suppose. I detest it but as I said before, it will exist in every organizations.&lt;br /&gt;What I've learn in this course? Well, I've learn to communicate better of course. Ah, crappy...oh ya,  I've learn to do research and do proper citation from the standard Havard system also leh... I think I've picked up some valuable life experiences which I think it's important. And got to know a few good friends too - you know who you are. Take care and keep in touch k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-7086372738589753262?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7086372738589753262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7086372738589753262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7086372738589753262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7086372738589753262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-finally-over.html' title='It&apos;s finally over!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R5QTOW3EjFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wrSMdBbyOGA/s72-c/sim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4375350191322110551</id><published>2008-01-18T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:52:55.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MacBook or MacIdiot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R5BOGW3EjEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7GCZ6TISsso/s1600-h/MacIdiots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R5BOGW3EjEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7GCZ6TISsso/s320/MacIdiots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156707444461964354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18 January, MacBook Air or MacIdiot?&lt;br /&gt;The launch of MacBook Air by Steve Jobs had indeed restructured many people's "Purchase List", at least to some people around me. In short, they're buying the nanotechnology. People buys beautiful stuffs coz they just want to look good on themselves.  The products' characters reflect indirectly to the owner. So, if you know your stuffs well, I guess you're pretty much in control. What if for those who just wana the "cool" look? Sorry to say this, but I think they're just a bunch of MacIdiots.&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I got a friend who came to me and seek for my advice of getting a lappy. I suggested a PC-based lappy since she was just a basic user. The next moment, she got herself a MacBook. I'm not against MacBook or what, but I think consumer tends to be blinded by what they want rather than what they really need. The last time I knew was she had some trouble working on MacBook and switched back to PC later.&lt;br /&gt;True enough, MacBook possesses a more stylish design as compared to most lappies out there, but whether it reflects on its owner or not, that's a different story.  So if you ain't sure about MacBook but insisted of getting one, just work on it quietly. You don't have to broadcast it with your mouth and even on your msn nick!&lt;br /&gt;So ask yourself, a MacBook or MacIdiot? Or simply settle with MacDonalds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4375350191322110551?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4375350191322110551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4375350191322110551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4375350191322110551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4375350191322110551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/macbook-or-macidiot.html' title='MacBook or MacIdiot?'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R5BOGW3EjEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7GCZ6TISsso/s72-c/MacIdiots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-8854944483334571056</id><published>2008-01-14T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:34:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The future of data storage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R4sn7G3EjDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/390CE-9SHLg/s1600-h/yottabyte.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R4sn7G3EjDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/390CE-9SHLg/s320/yottabyte.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155258094863027250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14 January, The future of data storage&lt;br /&gt;From megabyte to gigabyte. Well, terabyte will be the next word that most people will hanging around their mouth. I was sharing my final module project proposal with Ah-ger that night before the "Flight" event got started. So what's next after terabyte? If you've goggled it, you will find petabyte, exabyte, zettabyte, and lastly yottabyte in wikipedia. Do we really need such humongous space for our stuffs? Maybe we don't now... but maybe another 20 years down the road, we might need more than yotta.&lt;br /&gt;With microsoft developing the photosynth, it's gona be AMAZING! Don't be mistaken, I'm not advocating for microsoft, I'm sharing ideas and new technologies with everyone out there. Somehow this new platform will allow people from all over the world to share their pictures, and their perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Updated on 250108: According to whatsbyte.com, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;brontobyte and geopbyte are the last in list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&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/13509473-8854944483334571056?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8854944483334571056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8854944483334571056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8854944483334571056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8854944483334571056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/future-of-data-storage.html' title='The future of data storage'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R4sn7G3EjDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/390CE-9SHLg/s72-c/yottabyte.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-1449205036061502760</id><published>2008-01-09T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:34:44.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One's back, another's going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R4R2UG3EjCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FZrw2ScYw0U/s1600-h/MSH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R4R2UG3EjCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FZrw2ScYw0U/s320/MSH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153373961429748770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 January, One's back, another's going&lt;br /&gt;O2 beeped off and I realized that Jesslyn is back from Aust. It has been a good two years over there, I supposed. On the other hand, Carrine gona fly to Norway for two years or so. Hopefully, we can all meet up before our stepping onto our next stage in life.&lt;br /&gt;Spoken to dad about the acquisition of a new place. He gave me new insight and I think he made lots of sense out of it. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I came across a Mandarin talk show while channel surfing. It was a China production series that talked about Confucius and China's learning traditions. It was kind of a human psychological analysis that focused on our growing stages.&lt;br /&gt;From the show: "At the age of 10, we're doing our primary studies. We tends to see all things in a positive angle. Our world is wonderful with colours and the Prince and Princess will eventually live happily ever after. We're being optimistic. At the age of 20, that's when we started to step into the reality, we see the ugliness side of life. We face despicable, treacherous, and also cunning people. We witness fellow colleagues back-stabbing each other just to climb up the corporate ladder. We're such a pessimist. At the age of 30, that's what I'm gona turn to this year, we have a mixed of 10 and 20. We're building our self-confidence. We know how beautiful our world can be, and how evil can a person be."&lt;br /&gt;How true is this? Maybe you've already seen enough even before 30, or maybe you're still living at the age of 10 and you think everyone can harmoniously live under one roof? There are always many possibilities in all things and we all know that. The question lies on you if you wanted to make it happen or not.&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-1449205036061502760?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1449205036061502760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=1449205036061502760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1449205036061502760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1449205036061502760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/ones-back-anothers-going.html' title='One&apos;s back, another&apos;s going'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R4R2UG3EjCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FZrw2ScYw0U/s72-c/MSH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-2447610595740577198</id><published>2008-01-04T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:40:41.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlemen, start your engine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R32qgm3EjAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8FSv5e7KkZM/s1600-h/Rubber+mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R32qgm3EjAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8FSv5e7KkZM/s320/Rubber+mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151461025945783298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 January, Gentlemen, start your engine!&lt;br /&gt;French-horn girl was seeking a way out of the shit, it's a dirty job and it has to be done. "Many things are happening whether you like it or not. It all depends on how you look at it and if you wana pursue it further." She agreed with my words and ended our conversation with a headache.&lt;br /&gt;A cliche phrase again - Time flies. Gona finished my mass comm studies  by the end of this month. Hmm... finally I can call it a day to all the books? Maybe... But, I know that it's time for me to step on the accelerator and release the clutch! I've burnt the rubber enough! Sound the horn and let me stain the track with rubber mark!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I've attached the NYE countdown vidz below. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YtLpvuKjVmE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YtLpvuKjVmE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" 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/13509473-2447610595740577198?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2447610595740577198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=2447610595740577198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2447610595740577198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2447610595740577198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/gentlemen-start-your-engine.html' title='Gentlemen, start your engine!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R32qgm3EjAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8FSv5e7KkZM/s72-c/Rubber+mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-7370749086393124772</id><published>2007-12-31T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:17:21.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovely day "under pressure"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R3iAsW3Ei9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/PvJ2JPCcYAc/s1600-h/chill_out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R3iAsW3Ei9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/PvJ2JPCcYAc/s320/chill_out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150007673437326290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;31 December, A lovely day "under pressure"&lt;br /&gt;Ice ice baby was the first thought when I heard that familiar tune. Oh, it wasn't again! It was Queen's "Under Pressure". Cool stuffs! Been listening to this song over and over again. It has somehow lifted my spirit up today. It was the eve of 2008 and eve of ah-ger's birthday too! Hmm... she must have dolled up herself later this evening. ^_^ Oh ya, ah ger has been busy snapping "moments" lately, I think she really like her new toy! Hee Hee~&lt;br /&gt;OK, new year resolutions. Have been asked a couple of times either by close friends or even acquaintances. Hmm... earn more money? Get a car? Pay off my study loan? Well... more importantly, I wana go holiday with my family! It was centuries ago since we did that.&lt;br /&gt;Gona finish my mass comm studies this coming January, and do hope new good stuffs will come in along the way. I think it'll be great if I can bloom at where I am now. It's cool to work with cool people. Had a great xmas party with my fellow colleagues and that was the first time I got real tipsy since 7-8 years ago? Pretty long huh~ I mean it was great to be in that state in those special occasions. So tonight, it will be a state of tipsyness again. Hiak Hiak~&lt;br /&gt;2007, it's been good. Wana highlight a few people who have gave me certain impact, I mean the good ones of course. Toughy - Thanks for assisting me in any way when it comes to either school work, or as a person. Picked up alot of 'thoughts' from you which triggered me to analyze further. Maybe you didn't know that you actually did. Rick &amp;amp; Marilyn - Thanks for putting trust in me by sharing your problems, and I'm looking forward to pinch your offspring next year! Ah-ger - Glad that I've found you, and really appreciates your understanding towards my job. Happy birthday!!! Of coz, there're my families, my football buddies cum bartleyans, and fantastic four, who endure my crappy-ness. Thanks and please endure it again next year. We gona start all over again! HaHaHa~&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and wishes everyone a healthy year and dun stress Under Pressure k! Huat ah!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all, signing off 2007~ Neo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R3seK23Ei-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HSZraWtYUvo/s1600-h/HBR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R3seK23Ei-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HSZraWtYUvo/s320/HBR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150743770702318562" 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/13509473-7370749086393124772?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7370749086393124772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7370749086393124772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7370749086393124772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7370749086393124772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/lovely-day-under-pressure.html' title='A lovely day &quot;under pressure&quot;'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R3iAsW3Ei9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/PvJ2JPCcYAc/s72-c/chill_out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-2244890327933630355</id><published>2007-12-25T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:36:05.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sober</title><content type='html'>25 December, Still sober&lt;br /&gt;Guess what after two rounds of drink parties? Dead drunk? Nah~ I was sober! I supposed I had managed to hold my liquor pretty well this time. On the other hand, I was physically drained out after Jo's wedding night. The gate-crashing was the easiest I ever witnessed and personally, I thought the "Jie-Meis" made good role models for the rest to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Up next, the Christmas staff party. I can feel that this gona be massive with all the party animals gather in a den! Stay tuned for the video! Hopefully, I'll be sober after that! Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-2244890327933630355?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2244890327933630355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=2244890327933630355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2244890327933630355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2244890327933630355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/still-sober.html' title='Still sober'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-8097512707193451946</id><published>2007-12-18T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:53:48.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink, Drank, Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R2d8UW3Ei8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/CXLFtbQDEkY/s1600-h/drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R2d8UW3Ei8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/CXLFtbQDEkY/s320/drunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145217788469873602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18 December, Drink, Drank, Drunk&lt;br /&gt;It's gona be Jo's bachelor nite this Wednesday. The groom-to-be just wana make sure we guys have a drink party before he goes through the ceremony. I guess it's gona be full of nonsensical jokes and all the crappy phrases that hover around us for years. I'm heavily involved in his wedding preparation that I'm really glad to be. You will find me drunk again on his wedding nite after the bachelor party.&lt;br /&gt;It's Toughy's birthday today! Oh ya, she's celebrating it with Capt. Jack at East Coast. Wind-surfing lor~&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Ah Ger finally got her digi-camera and she looked sweeter than last Sunday. Haha~ I supposed that will be her new toy for her to carry around. So, start capturing~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-8097512707193451946?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8097512707193451946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8097512707193451946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8097512707193451946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8097512707193451946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/drink-drank-drunk.html' title='Drink, Drank, Drunk'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/R2d8UW3Ei8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/CXLFtbQDEkY/s72-c/drunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-1345358782527184464</id><published>2007-12-07T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:03:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in this 'noisy' world</title><content type='html'>7 December, Living in this 'noisy' world&lt;br /&gt;Some much to say, yet only so much can be said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-1345358782527184464?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1345358782527184464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=1345358782527184464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1345358782527184464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1345358782527184464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/living-in-this-noisy-world.html' title='Living in this &apos;noisy&apos; world'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3993225582893849446</id><published>2007-12-02T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:46:21.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money matters!</title><content type='html'>2 December, Money matters!&lt;br /&gt;Last week, big-tummy mama "Eve", Geisha, and Toughy smsed me about the release of News Studies result. However till today, I have yet to receive my result. I wondered why till I saw the outstanding payment slip sent by SIM. As I know, if you didn't pay your school fees on time, your assignment will not be marked and you won't be able to know your exam's result. &lt;br /&gt;I thought outstanding payment shouldn't be a case for me since I've settled the course fees early last year. After opening up the slip, I do have an outstanding amount due next Tuesday. You know what, it's just 10CENTS!!! Wah Kao!! I didn't know even a 10cents admin fee means alot to the school! I was dumbfounded by it. Sometimes, I really wonder what's up in their head. Is it just purely about $$$, or they really cares about upgrading our academic standards?&lt;br /&gt;Money...Money...Money!!! Damn! It's just a f**king 10cents!! SIM huh~ What does it REALLY stands for? Sucking Individual's Money?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-3993225582893849446?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3993225582893849446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3993225582893849446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3993225582893849446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3993225582893849446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/money-matters.html' title='Money matters!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-568936785480409888</id><published>2007-11-25T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:47:56.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise Golden Sand</title><content type='html'>25 November, Exercise Golden Sand&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring week since I got to wake up at 0530 every morning! Spent most of the time at Ngee Soon range and got myself a mini "sniper-eye" this time. Next week gona be a long week coz I'm gona be deploy out in the forest for four days! The thought of it really demoralise me. No proper bed, no proper shower, no proper food. Sighs~ Hopefully, it won't rain. *pray* *pray*&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I guess I'll be uncontactable for most of the time. (Preserving battery mah~) So maybe you guys can drop me a sms instead. Alright, gona prepare my ration for next week, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-568936785480409888?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/568936785480409888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=568936785480409888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/568936785480409888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/568936785480409888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/exercise-golden-sand.html' title='Exercise Golden Sand'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-8328914217158809987</id><published>2007-11-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:53:04.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lava, Dazed Out &amp; Wind-surfing</title><content type='html'>4 November, Lava, Dazed Out &amp;amp; Wind-surfing&lt;br /&gt;Below are the vidz links for Lava presents EK &amp;amp; Dazed Out "Undercover" events @ eM Studio which happened during past two weeks. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;Woke up rather early this morning and went to ECP with ah-ger to claim my birthday present from Toughy. It was a very different present - A wind-surfing lesson. Initially ah-ger was pretty nervous on the stimulator, but soon she did quite well on the water. As for me, maybe I was too sleepy to feel nervous right from the beginning, but the lucky thing was, we got a caring instructor - Timonthy. A man with 20 years of wind surfing experience hor...dun pray pray~&lt;br /&gt;It is a tough sports mann... Both of us got a few bruises and cuts on our legs after the lesson, but i think ah-ger got traumatised and drained out after the entire lesson. The good thing is, she took it positively, and I was rather impressed by her attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm suffering from post sea-sickness, and I feel my room is floating now. Finally, I got my very own water-bed...&lt;br /&gt;*exhausted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VHbfGEOHgsw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VHbfGEOHgsw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzVvb9jEq4Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzVvb9jEq4Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/13509473-8328914217158809987?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8328914217158809987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8328914217158809987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8328914217158809987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8328914217158809987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/lava-dazed-out-wind-surfing.html' title='Lava, Dazed Out &amp; Wind-surfing'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-9097875853575328384</id><published>2007-10-31T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:16:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oíche Shamhna</title><content type='html'>31 October, Oíche Shamhna&lt;br /&gt;Part One:&lt;br /&gt;Si really gave me a set of super HD images for their wedding video montage. It was around 10MB just for one image!! Spent about an hour or so to down size all of them, else my lappy gona go on strike again like it did last week!&lt;br /&gt;Dazed Out was cool over the last Friday @ eM, and it had been such a long time since I enjoyed trance mix back in those days @ Phuture. Oh ya, I managed to get the promo cd as well! MSN me if u wana a copy k. Will give you a 320kbps. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;As for Saturday's Retro Metro, it got me recollecting those synchronise dancing stuffs that the Ah Bengs and Ah Lians used to do. I did witness it during the game show hosted by Timo, but those moves just gave me goosebumps. I dunno why I felt that way, but I thought it was funny to see that again.&lt;br /&gt;Attended my ancestors' ritual for the whole Sunday morning till night and it was nothing but chanting and chanting and chanting... and I still thought I can have a good rest after fading out the summer rain. (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's halloween today. I better bring my guidance angel along to where ever I go.&lt;br /&gt;Part Two:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 7plus this morning by a javan mynas standing directly outside my window. It was yakking away till I got pissed off that I had to get out of my bed and shooed it away. Couldn't sleep after that, and I'm bloody tired now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-9097875853575328384?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9097875853575328384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=9097875853575328384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/9097875853575328384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/9097875853575328384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/oche-shamhna.html' title='Oíche Shamhna'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3063290718489261023</id><published>2007-10-21T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:58:15.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorching Hot House Lava @ eM Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RxtYi_HM6DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t_GeVe4Q5xk/s1600-h/ek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123786359144507442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RxtYi_HM6DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t_GeVe4Q5xk/s320/ek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21 October, Scorching Hot House Lava @ eM Studio&lt;br /&gt;"EK? Why EK when his name is Eddie Rasguido?"&lt;br /&gt;"EK is his stage name..."&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Rasguido, an Australia Denon DJ Ambassador, came to spin at eM after the launch of Choya Martini. He was humble and cool even during his interview. Unfortunately, there weren't many patrons that night to watch EK playing LIVE. What a WASTE!!! Anyway, do look out for Dazed Out this coming Friday! Do let me know if any of you guys and gals are interested to attend, so that I can put you under the invitation list! Meanwhile, hang on for the vidz for EK which was taken last Friday, and Yukun for this coming Friday's Dazed Out!!&lt;br /&gt;(I'll put up the video links once I got it out from the oven.)&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've decided to put the Masters programme on hold at least for the time being. To be very honest, I think Toughy can do a better job than me...&lt;br /&gt;You go, girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-3063290718489261023?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3063290718489261023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3063290718489261023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3063290718489261023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3063290718489261023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/scorching-hot-house-lava-em-studio.html' title='Scorching Hot House Lava @ eM Studio'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RxtYi_HM6DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t_GeVe4Q5xk/s72-c/ek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3535820464762630873</id><published>2007-10-10T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:16:02.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of "SHEIT"</title><content type='html'>15 October, Definition of "Shiet"&lt;br /&gt;Smookey said my visual effects for my video was shiet! Didn't quite get it initially till he defined that term, and he blamed MTV for that "shitty" term used in the entertainment industry. So it was a compliment afterall. So next time if someone said you're the shiet, remember it could just be a compliment!&lt;br /&gt;It's the last quarter of 2007, and it seems like all the wedding dinners are getting near, which means I have to stitch my pockets again. Hmm... may i should work harder during my reservist this november and earn some extra cash! Come to think about it, it has been two long years since carried her in my arms. Though she didn't put on weight, she can still be heavy at times. Well, she's always been cold towards me from the start, but I'll warm her up eventually after some rounds. Eh... I mean my rifle lah, bodoh! *Bang* *Bang*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-3535820464762630873?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3535820464762630873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3535820464762630873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3535820464762630873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3535820464762630873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/definition-of-sheit.html' title='Definition of &quot;SHEIT&quot;'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-6800490289097794324</id><published>2007-09-30T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:02:42.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed out @ EM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RwCK9cT2CNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZBR5GlMHuuY/s1600-h/dazedout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116241964868962514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RwCK9cT2CNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZBR5GlMHuuY/s320/dazedout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30 September, Dazed out @ EM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trance was played over the weekends @ EM. I was almost in trance state when our house dj yukun started his mix. Ah ger came to join me later that night to party. Ok, not exactly party coz she was there at one corner waiting for me to knock off. It was a cool night with cool stuffs anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen monkeys on the DJ deck? Well, I witnessed it last saturday @ EM after I had attended Ivan's wedding. Basically, there was only one main monkey jumping and "hoo-hoo-haa-haa-ing". Two words - IRRITATING SHIT! Acted as if he was like some big shot, but I thought he was merely just another attention-seeking monkey. More monkeys swung over to join their chief at the deck. They were simply messing around the dj deck! Gosh! EM needs to put up the "No-Monkeys" sign soon before they shit in our compound.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxi-SD8XWY0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxi-SD8XWY0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/13509473-6800490289097794324?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6800490289097794324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=6800490289097794324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6800490289097794324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6800490289097794324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/dazed-out-em.html' title='Dazed out @ EM'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RwCK9cT2CNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZBR5GlMHuuY/s72-c/dazedout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4850536638456225660</id><published>2007-09-27T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:08:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill out night</title><content type='html'>27 September, Chill out night&lt;br /&gt;It was about 0430 and Nacho's bark woke up my folks while I returned home. Mum was fair enough to give Nacho the credit for being alert. He proudly sat in my room for awhile before I got washed up.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, Raz had a good discussion with the boys and even foot my enitre night's out bill. Another generous boss beside Stella. We were chilling out at tivoli and some rowdy malays started fighting in the middle of the road. What the reason? I dunno. Maybe it was because of girls, pride, or simply just act macho. "Fighting is like a football game. The more you fight, the more caps you earned." He joked while we took a walk down to EM. As usual, the police came and patrolled around but there was already no sign of 'footballers'.&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to EM which was a better place that has kept the volume lower. Raz wanted to check out Clarky and I was rather amazed that many people don't really have to 'work' the next day. Or they really don't need to? Of course, it wasn't that pack, but saw many posers floating around in Clarky.&lt;br /&gt;Arena got a huge LCD screen at its entrance. Very impressive from the outside but it was rather 'empty' in there, and six days of 'live' band gona be a high maintainence cost for them. It was pretty much like a mini-dragonfly, but their sound system ain't as good though.&lt;br /&gt;Returned to EM and saw Yukun mixing with Serato Scratch Live . It was an eye opener for me as I realised how technology has brought entertainment into another level. Very cool! Hope to pick that up one of these days!&lt;br /&gt;Okok, gotta collapse now... ~timber~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4850536638456225660?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4850536638456225660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4850536638456225660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4850536638456225660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4850536638456225660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/chill-out-night.html' title='Chill out night'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4663395021359446092</id><published>2007-09-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:50:28.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working at Sian-Toh-Sah</title><content type='html'>24 September, Working at Sian-Toh-Sah&lt;br /&gt;Smookey wanted a vote. I gave him mine and off we went to Sian-toh-sah to 'play'. It was a rather warm afternoon on the beach @ the Coastes but that didn't stop us from setting up our workstations under the beach umbrella. Gee.. it was great to work with a great sea view infront of you, the sound of the rushing sea waves, and the sea breeze that brushes against our face. COOL! Smookey asked me if one can choose happiness. I nodded my head promptly while swallowing the icey liquid. I shared with him my side of stories and I guessed he was pretty much convinced. Timo joined us for dinner at Bikini Bar, and shared with me about the discovery of "Kimochi" and "JD". It was hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok!! Better stop here and start my revision, else ah-ger gona "haiyo" me again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4663395021359446092?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4663395021359446092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4663395021359446092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4663395021359446092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4663395021359446092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/working-at-sian-toh-sah.html' title='Working at Sian-Toh-Sah'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-8817963855193433640</id><published>2007-09-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:02:12.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A special birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RvKORas8AuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ylibGLODyso/s1600-h/BdayCake01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112304956895658722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RvKORas8AuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ylibGLODyso/s320/BdayCake01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18 September, A special birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed my birthday treats and gifts so much this year! It was almost like back to back. Thanks folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I got a special birthday cake too! I was so touched when I got to know ah-ger took a day leave just to bake that unique cake for me! *sobs* *sobs* Thank you so much ger~ Really appreciate it deep deep!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been very busy at work lately and exam's round the corner. Kinda stressed out but I'm sure this ain't gona last, at least for another two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya! Been looking forward to join Capt. Jack and Toughy for wind-surfing. Will try hard not to fall into the water~ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/13509473-8817963855193433640?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8817963855193433640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8817963855193433640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8817963855193433640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8817963855193433640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/special-birthday.html' title='A special birthday'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RvKORas8AuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ylibGLODyso/s72-c/BdayCake01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-1216772083389125291</id><published>2007-09-06T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T08:41:53.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rt7fm4671EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5VT6qFUi7xw/s1600-h/Nacho02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106764886692320322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rt7fm4671EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5VT6qFUi7xw/s320/Nacho02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 September, Hectic week!&lt;br /&gt;Finally.... we were done with News studies presentation! I think Toughy did a great job! Really had to thank her for helping me out all these while... else I'll be screwed! I'm sure I can always put my trust on her to get the job done. Thanks toughy!&lt;br /&gt;More events are coming up at work and I'll be looking forward to it! It was nice of veggine and velle to show me their support during the fhm event last Friday. Kam xia much much!! Though that show was a little boring lor, hope you girls had enjoyed your dance after that...&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I've been so busy lately that I didn't really have time for Nacho. So yesterday morning, I took a picture of Nacho sitting by the door, just to have a closer look at him during my morning transit. Ok, will spend some time to 'disturb' him when the weekends are near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-1216772083389125291?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1216772083389125291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=1216772083389125291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1216772083389125291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1216772083389125291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/hectic-week.html' title='Hectic week!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rt7fm4671EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5VT6qFUi7xw/s72-c/Nacho02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4026476240761208294</id><published>2007-08-27T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:51:56.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Vs Rational</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RtLxJo671CI/AAAAAAAAADw/HwDVe-uMHWI/s1600-h/dblo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103406475669918754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RtLxJo671CI/AAAAAAAAADw/HwDVe-uMHWI/s320/dblo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;27 August, Emotional Vs Rational&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a conversation with veggine about what kind of decision brings a person to a further place, an emotional or rational one? I shared my experiences of both and concluded that a rational decision is a wiser choice. She did try to prove her point about emotional decision can play an important role, but when it comes to making only one choice, she chose rational. I guessed she was pretty much convinced by my case studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the beginning of a new journey today! It was fun sitting behind those decks and played with the visual controls. Authorised personnel only! Hiak~ Hiak~ Was introduced to many party makers and also the peeps behind the actual scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone just said "Will, you're a re-born chiongster ah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hmm... Re-born? Nah... Chiongster? Not anymore... club alot in my younger days, but now, I'm playing for a living lor..." *hee* *hee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok, any vacancy must let me know hor!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Orh~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4026476240761208294?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4026476240761208294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4026476240761208294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4026476240761208294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4026476240761208294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/emotional-vs-rational.html' title='Emotional Vs Rational'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RtLxJo671CI/AAAAAAAAADw/HwDVe-uMHWI/s72-c/dblo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-8386067546082926961</id><published>2007-08-22T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T06:30:40.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPPT cleared!</title><content type='html'>22 August, IPPT cleared!&lt;br /&gt;Time is such an important thing that we always wanted to keep track on. However, sometimes it's good to be without the ticking on ur wrist. Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;Last evening, I took my annual IPPT at Maju Camp. The test was getting tougher as it had all the stations 'digitised'. I did fairly well for all my static stations, (maintaining my standard leh~) and you know when it comes to the 2.4km run, the thought of giving up the run kept running through my head. It was like the devil appearing on one side of your shoulder telling you to quit, while the angel didn't even appear to balance it out. When the run was about to commence, I realised I've forgotten my watch! "Damn!"&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I found myself dragging my feet even at the first 50 metres. The feeling was terrible, but I got to push on lor, else all my efforts will be wasted. After maintaining my pace for the first two rounds, I started to get worried about the timing. I swear that I gave all I could for the last 100 metres, and I was pretty surprised to see that I've managed to come in 20 seconds earlier than what I expected. Not bad to run without a watch afterall!&lt;br /&gt;Yesh! 200 bucks richer this month. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;Took leave today from work for recuperation, and going to shop later in the noon. It's been a long time since I did that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, today's a Chio friend's birthday! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-8386067546082926961?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8386067546082926961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=8386067546082926961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8386067546082926961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/8386067546082926961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/ippt-cleared.html' title='IPPT cleared!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4813791448745180344</id><published>2007-08-17T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:51:22.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickoff!</title><content type='html'>17 August, Kickoff!&lt;br /&gt;After 90 days of football-less weekends, EPL had finally kicked off and the fever is back once again! That seems to have filled up most of the football fanatics' weekends, and for girlfriends or wives, please unleash your boyfriends or hubbies k... We guys just have to get together to drink beer, to 'F' at that cockanaden referee, to shout "Oooo!!!" when a goal is missed, and even put our mathematics into practice as we need to calculate our loss or winnings! So please bear with us!&lt;br /&gt;We never walk alone~&lt;br /&gt;New projects kicked off at work and the new guy came in just in time. It was good for him and ME of cosh! ORD mood mah~ Gona have a few free lunches next week! hmm.. farewell lunches actually...&lt;br /&gt;Gona miss you girls! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4813791448745180344?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4813791448745180344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4813791448745180344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4813791448745180344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4813791448745180344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/kickoff.html' title='Kickoff!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-6684401719586791124</id><published>2007-08-09T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T06:41:55.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day - The merlion puke again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rrr8nb_hCqI/AAAAAAAAADo/gehXdtdIWtw/s1600-h/merlion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096663682782399138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rrr8nb_hCqI/AAAAAAAAADo/gehXdtdIWtw/s320/merlion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 August, National Day - The merlion puke again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returned to pitchblack earlier last week to catch "before sunset" with veggine. It was a good but short one. Headed out with veggine to kbox and realised she was actually a "walking jukebox". It was amazing that she knew most of the modern pieces in the database. Having Hwee around in the ktv was one of the best thing coz' his pitch, tempo and rhythm had made us tearing away. We weren't touched, instead the tears came from the laughter!&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up from my nap not long ago and think I should do something later in the evening else I've wasted my holiday. I don't think I'll be watching any 'live' fireworks since there're so many road blocks.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, 'news studies' had commenced last Thursday, and Sunny was simply great. Always enjoyed his lessons eventhough I'm so f*&amp;amp;king tired after work. Gotta put my best effort this time since it's the last examinable module.&lt;br /&gt;Though a few projects had kicked off earlier this week, I could feel the ORD mood le~ Two more weeks to go and EHG, here i come! Hee.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-6684401719586791124?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6684401719586791124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=6684401719586791124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6684401719586791124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6684401719586791124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/9-august-national-day-merlion-puke.html' title='National Day - The merlion puke again'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rrr8nb_hCqI/AAAAAAAAADo/gehXdtdIWtw/s72-c/merlion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-7945053828362153687</id><published>2007-07-18T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T10:53:23.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haji Lane</title><content type='html'>18 July, Haji Lane&lt;br /&gt;Last Sat, Nam asked for a new place to hangout. I suggested Pitch Black @ Haji Lane. Though I never been there before, I thought it was interesting to check out that narrow street. I realised that somehow the patrons there were of a different culture. They were pretty laid back and kind of arty farty. However, there were many shops which I think girls will like it. *shop* *shop* *shop*&lt;br /&gt;Strolling along the dark lane and finally found "Pitch Black". The cafe concept was ok but their management/services were kind of poor. The staffs ain't rude, but they seemed to be disorganized in a way. They were screening the french movie "Fashion is Spinach" at the second level that nite. I thought it'll be good to sit in for a movie next time and laze my weekend away.&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to Ms Chio the next day over the msn, and so "Qiao[3]", she was checking out haji lane that day too. (more of a shopping kind i supposed... hee...)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't had a great game last Sunday, coz had returned with a limping leg, strained shoulder, bruises and a small lump on my forehead. Jumped, pushed, fell, banged. I guess I'm gona be out of the game for about two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Eh... Toughy, gona postpone the windsurfing thingy k!&lt;br /&gt;*Praying~*&lt;br /&gt;Hope to recover soon since my IPPT is getting near!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-7945053828362153687?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7945053828362153687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7945053828362153687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7945053828362153687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7945053828362153687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/haji-lane.html' title='Haji Lane'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-938303760771608465</id><published>2007-07-10T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:57:59.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting my new baby</title><content type='html'>10 July, Meeting my new baby&lt;br /&gt;Eversince she left me a couple of weeks ago, my life has been lonely. She was always ready in my bedroom, be it for work or play. I dunno what I had done to her, and she left me quietly~ *sobs* I missed her...&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Rolando introduced a new baby to me. Really appreciated Rolando's help. I know time is healing my wound. So, I'm ready to let go the past, and look what lies ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't wait any longer for tomorrow to come. I'm excited about meeting my baby. I can imagine the fun time we're gona spend together in the future. How she look like? Well, she's fair, and has a lighter weight as compared to my previous. Hmm... maybe next time I'll introduce my new baby to you folks!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright... below is the url of my baby's pic!(&lt;a href="http://www.freewebtown.com/silencesoul/gallery/126482/img-165668.jpg"&gt;http://www.freewebtown.com/silencesoul/gallery/126482/img-165668.jpg&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-938303760771608465?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/938303760771608465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=938303760771608465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/938303760771608465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/938303760771608465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/arrival-of-my-new-baby.html' title='Meeting my new baby'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-6755161808291634343</id><published>2007-07-09T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:28:54.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Mum's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RpHm8A8-PwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-52AjegSfFI/s1600-h/transformers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085099373000277762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RpHm8A8-PwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-52AjegSfFI/s320/transformers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 July, It's Mum's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished my IMC paper last friday. It had exhausted my strength. I didn't mean I have answered all the question correctly, but I guessed I had bull-shitted plenty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So three weeks of school break! Really need it to unwind myself. And, it's mum's birthday today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched one of my favourite childhood cartoon in movie last weekend. Hmm... not as good as what I've expected coz Megatron transformed into a jet instead of a gun. So it was abit off lor~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta head home early to celebrate with her, and with an additional member - nacho lor... (He dun like his new hair cut though.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-6755161808291634343?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6755161808291634343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=6755161808291634343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6755161808291634343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6755161808291634343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-mums-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s Mum&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RpHm8A8-PwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-52AjegSfFI/s72-c/transformers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-7722441703005424124</id><published>2007-06-29T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:01:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downgrading is expensive!</title><content type='html'>29 June, Downgrading is expensive!&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was checking out the latest computer technology since my previous mummyboard had left me quietly. Rolando was helping me to source for more deals when Tungkie was my consultant.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I headed down to Sim Lim Square during my lunch time and was looking for a shop call "@notebook.com". I've heard they carried a compaq lappy with core duo processors @ 2GHz. On top of that, it's running a dedicated graphic card and cost $1,599. Cool deal isn't it? I thought so too. Managed to locate that shop and asked for that model. One of the salesperson attended to me and here's the exact scenrio:&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's the price for that compaq 3404tx?&lt;br /&gt;(He looked into a file very discreetly and quoted me.)&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: $1,699&lt;br /&gt;Later, he took out his calculator and press press press (i think for show only)...&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: After discount $1,650.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was told that this model is selling at $1,599.&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: Is it? Ok lor. $1,599.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda disgusted about his dishonesty. Anyway, I questioned him further.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, if i want to downgrade the OS from vista to xp, how much for the rebate?&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: You need to top up another $100 for downgrading.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?!?! I need to pay to downgrade!&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed and walked off. How ridiculous! I felt he was insulting my intelligance. God Damn Him! TMD!! !*&amp;#%*&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;So peeps, watch out for this shop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's Rolando and Serene's birthday! Gona brush that stupid @notebook.com incident aside and look forward for the celebration later. Happy birthday buddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-7722441703005424124?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7722441703005424124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7722441703005424124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7722441703005424124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7722441703005424124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/06/29-june-downgrading-is-expensive.html' title='Downgrading is expensive!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3519870032033078254</id><published>2007-06-18T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:01:19.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RnXzLhoxEbI/AAAAAAAAADI/a1a0sxQPgWY/s1600-h/pirates3characters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077231534263570866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RnXzLhoxEbI/AAAAAAAAADI/a1a0sxQPgWY/s320/pirates3characters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;18 June, Movies weekends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught a couple of movies over the weekends - Shrek 3, Zodiac &amp;amp; Carribean Pirates 3. They weren't fantastic at all... Shrek 3 seemed like having some common denominator with "Happily Never After", which was indeed a boo-boo animation. For Zodiac, it claims to be based on a true story. Hmm... Really? How true? Murderer isn't caught till today huh... Nah..crappy shit! The pirates... sighs, wasted my god-damn three hours! However, I still like to watch J.Depp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Shux's birthday, and today's Jess. Happy Birthday ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-3519870032033078254?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3519870032033078254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3519870032033078254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3519870032033078254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3519870032033078254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/06/18-june-movies-weekends-caught-couple.html' title='Movies weekends'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RnXzLhoxEbI/AAAAAAAAADI/a1a0sxQPgWY/s72-c/pirates3characters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-2803353911569357417</id><published>2007-06-15T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:24:50.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No blogs lately</title><content type='html'>15 June, No blogs lately&lt;br /&gt;My mummyboard died on me lately. She left in peace and Tung has helped to remove her usable organs. Gotta get a replacement real soon since a few freelance stuffs coming up. Sighs... Gona burnt a hole in my pocket again!&lt;br /&gt;Today is Strato's last day of service. He has decided to move on into a different industry, which also means that I'll be taking over his role from next week onwards. Sounds like a great chance for me huh? Maybe it was, until there was another thing that just came along the way. I'm in deep comtemplation.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Gi the other night, she was giving me her advice regarding rosewood matter. Gi couldn't convinced me since I got cut by the splinter twice. I think I have to be more careful this time round. Hmm... am I over-doing it? Maybe Gi was right about it. Or maybe I just need an assurance, and maybe a little sincerity from the 'timber' who gave no specific direction or bearings. I don't wana board onto any ship that hasn't got a compass...&lt;br /&gt;You know, some people can just go all the way out for what they wanted. Well, I've experienced that with Swarovski when she asked me to accompany her the way to Changi airport to have a bowl of Ban Mian! Luckily, the Ban Mian turned out to be as tasty as she had described. Maybe you guys can go there and try it out when there's some time to spare lah...Oh ya, it's at T1 canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Going to leave my office soon... Having a dizzy spell since yesterday, and Grace was kind enough to give me a long weekends. =) Sayo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-2803353911569357417?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2803353911569357417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=2803353911569357417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2803353911569357417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/2803353911569357417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-blogs-lately.html' title='No blogs lately'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-5386002896731358540</id><published>2007-05-22T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:45:26.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'G' Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RlJX6mM-DHI/AAAAAAAAADA/euJ4zfSx4d8/s1600-h/BOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067209194944203890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RlJX6mM-DHI/AAAAAAAAADA/euJ4zfSx4d8/s320/BOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;22 May, The 'G' Laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught up with G over last weekend and she looked troubled, so we went to exert some energy in the arcade centre. She admitted she was a bad driver after multiple attempts in those racing game. I got quite a shock when G actually screamed so loudly when her machine went out of control and sped towards the side walls. Anyway, she seemed to be driving a bum-bum car rather than a racer. (-_-lll)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to catch "Blades of Glory" since she had watched Spiderman 3. Again, G's hearty laughter contrasted from the rest of the patrons, and had somehow enhanced the atmosphere in the cinema. Her laughter was contagious, and I knew she had enjoyed the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-5386002896731358540?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5386002896731358540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=5386002896731358540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5386002896731358540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/5386002896731358540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/05/g-laughter.html' title='The &apos;G&apos; Laughter'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RlJX6mM-DHI/AAAAAAAAADA/euJ4zfSx4d8/s72-c/BOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4916137276747411700</id><published>2007-05-14T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:52:34.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swarovski</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RkdVP1PspBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eGbymFy0it0/s1600-h/10005W240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064110036480730130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RkdVP1PspBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eGbymFy0it0/s320/10005W240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14 May, Swarovski &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm reaching soon. I'll be heading down to kino, how about you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okie, I'll be around there"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was how I met up this broker friend, Swarovski. Headed to Basil Alcove to settle our dinner which I thought the place was pretty cool. Well, the portion of my food was so small that can only filled a fraction of my stomach. So people, unless you have a small stomach, else Basil is definately out for you. We were supposed to go to Labyrinth after dinner, but Swarovski preferred to chill out. I guessed she was tired out with her trade that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shifted our butts to Giraffe for some high-class kopi session, and settled there till late. She seemed to have alot of questions for me that my hot latte almost turned into a chilled one. Stories after stories, and I felt like an Ah Gong telling my grandchildren my life experience stories. (^_^) As it was pretty late, Swarovski bookmarked the page where I had stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let's share some spiritual encounters next time, DURING day time k?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kind of funny to hear that from her when I was resting my mouth on the cab. I think Swarovski is also scare of monsters that will crawl out under her bed. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a surprise to know that she actually listens to pvd, tiesto, fbs, etc. I always thought she belongs to the jazzy slowy type, but I guessed I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, it's May Yin's birthday today! Happy birthday May Yin! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired and feverish. Gonna pop two pills and koonz... Good nitez... &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/13509473-4916137276747411700?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4916137276747411700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4916137276747411700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4916137276747411700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4916137276747411700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/05/14-may-swarovski-im-reaching-soon.html' title='Swarovski'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RkdVP1PspBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eGbymFy0it0/s72-c/10005W240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-7120500295661643970</id><published>2007-05-07T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:04:19.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rj4KUlPso_I/AAAAAAAAACo/rUffkAmyfjc/s1600-h/mcr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061494379922629618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rj4KUlPso_I/AAAAAAAAACo/rUffkAmyfjc/s320/mcr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 May, My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;"Wah... which girl?" That was the common question that popped up when I've used it as my msn nick.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a US band." I gave my explanation and it had cleared some doubts of those who've asked.&lt;br /&gt;Some music pieces do give us a bitter or sweet memories, don't they? That's when that music piece happened to be "the piece" during the event.&lt;br /&gt;It was a different experience this time. I happened to come across "My Chemical Romance" recently, and was listening to their "I don't love you" for the very first time. I felt the bitterness that I used to feel. I felt the pain that left a scar on me. I feel everything that happened back then. It was indeed a piece that stirred my feelings for the romance I used to have, pychologically... and... chemically...&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for "Disenchanted" when it was played. Am I being too emotional? Perhaps perhaps perhaps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-7120500295661643970?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7120500295661643970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=7120500295661643970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7120500295661643970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/7120500295661643970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-chemical-romance.html' title='My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rj4KUlPso_I/AAAAAAAAACo/rUffkAmyfjc/s72-c/mcr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4028498024365547364</id><published>2007-05-03T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:10:30.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History repeats itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RjlYJlPso-I/AAAAAAAAACg/rQAVSRtCebY/s1600-h/ECL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060172577967481826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RjlYJlPso-I/AAAAAAAAACg/rQAVSRtCebY/s320/ECL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;3 May, History repeats itself&lt;br /&gt;Potato chips, checked. Beer, checked. Toothbrush, checked. Finally, three sleep heads, checked. We were all ready for the big match between the red army, Liverpool, and the billion dollars club, Chelsea. It was a match full of football professionals, stars, and loyal fans, who are capable of shattering the roof with their roars. The match went into extra time and eventually on penalties after the equalizing goal by the promising centre-back, Daniel Agger. No wobby legs from Reina and he had demostrated his capability of goal-keeping by shutting out the Cameroon defender, Geremi, and the 'Oscar-winner', Robben. The red army march on to their final destination in Athens.&lt;br /&gt;The other fantastic game was between the six times Champions League winner, AC Milan, and the current English Premier League leader, Manchester United. With the advantage of 3-2 in aggregate, Man Utd seemed to be heading to the final, especially with their on-form C. Ronaldo and W. Rooney, and not forgetting their most consistent veteran player, Ryan Giggs. However, It was quite unbelievable that the Red Devils was actually thrashed by Milan, 3-0.&lt;br /&gt;This has determined the repeat of 2005 Champions League final between AC Milan and Liverpool. I'm sure it's gona be a fantastic match!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4028498024365547364?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4028498024365547364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4028498024365547364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4028498024365547364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4028498024365547364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/05/history-repeats-itself.html' title='History repeats itself'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RjlYJlPso-I/AAAAAAAAACg/rQAVSRtCebY/s72-c/ECL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-11146898628367434</id><published>2007-04-30T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:11:28.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate?</title><content type='html'>30 April, Appreciate?&lt;br /&gt;Rick's dad left them last week. It was painstaking. Rick looked calm, but I still could feel wound in him. His papa left too fast too soon. No words came out from me, but a rub on his shoulder would express to him how much I wanted to share the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Been to Eric and Jo's place quite regularly these days. Maybe it will be my new hangout besides from those pubs and clubs. I do feel the closeness whenever I'm with them. And of coz' they're concern about when I'm gona find someone to settle down with and so that we can fulfil our Project Sembawang. This project is referring to staying in individual place, not like the Project Hollywood where all guys stayed together. =) I guess somehow I know where I'm heading to. Not exactly where, but at least I'm having a vision now.&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese dictionary and baidu.com have been my frequent on-hand items since I'm trying hard to write a piece of lyric in Chinese, for the music piece that I've recently composed. So I'm taking this chance to brush up my Chinese language and don't be surprise if I 'flak' those chim-chim Chinese idioms next time. =)&lt;br /&gt;School gona start next week and I gotta recollect myself again. The probability of exploitation is likely to surface again, but I'm not gona let it happen! By the way, for the blog revamp I was talking about in my previous post, I'm gona abandon that idea, at least for now. I think it's not that important afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-11146898628367434?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/11146898628367434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=11146898628367434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/11146898628367434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/11146898628367434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/04/appreciate.html' title='Appreciate?'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4722446538994764533</id><published>2007-04-20T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T12:09:42.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in those days...</title><content type='html'>20 April, Back in those days...&lt;br /&gt;Managed to catch the "Shooter" last evening. Apart from the exaggerating techniques and skills from Mr. Swagger, I thought it was quite a good show as a whole. It did reminds me of my training back in those NS days. Topographies, weapon maintainence and outfield experiences had filled my head from the start of the show. I think it's tough to make a headshot out of the cold barrel, and what's gona lower the probability are those enviromental elements like temperature, windage, etc, which are hard to calculate. Well, it's a show anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, it has been two years since my last sniper range. Maybe I'll have it this year, or they have already forgotten about skywave.&lt;br /&gt;I miss John YCT. :_ ) A sniper who was always ready for action, a friend who was always ready to listen to my problems, a buddy who I will always remember...&lt;br /&gt;Today is Snowbie's birthday. Happy birthday snowbie, and thanks for everything back in those days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4722446538994764533?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4722446538994764533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4722446538994764533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4722446538994764533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4722446538994764533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-in-those-days.html' title='Back in those days...'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-3241075860503653833</id><published>2007-04-19T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:45:09.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sorry, I can't help you out here."</title><content type='html'>19 April, "Sorry, I can't help you out here."&lt;br /&gt;One lazy afternoon in my studio, someone who nicked herself as some "Princess shit-thing" dropped me a nice opener. It was rather unusual since we seldom communicate. Then came the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have 2k? I need it urgently!"&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck!" I thought to myself. "Why there's such people still breathing in this world?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, I can't help you out here." No specific reason to back it up which I thought it wasn't necessary at all.&lt;br /&gt;The following day, MKY buzzed me. "Can you help me download a registration form and help me filled it up and send it to blar blar blar..."&lt;br /&gt;"What you're taking me as? Your PA or what!?!" I kept it to myself again.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, I can't help you out here." The standard answer came out from my mouth again.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck you people think I am!&lt;br /&gt;As Style mentioned, "Rapport = comfort + trust."&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out where's the comfort here, let alone trust!&lt;br /&gt;To me, there's a value in everyone. It's not determined by monetary terms, it's by how sincere and trustworthy you are. Of course, I may have been valued by others out there and I hope it's still hanging above the grade. Personally, I'll stay close with those who have these values, but for those without, "Sorry, I can't help you out here."&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Am I being mean, or I'm just being me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-3241075860503653833?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3241075860503653833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=3241075860503653833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3241075860503653833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/3241075860503653833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-i-cant-help-you-out-here.html' title='&quot;Sorry, I can&apos;t help you out here.&quot;'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-6686291627798353858</id><published>2007-04-09T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:36:55.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RhoFU0wRl1I/AAAAAAAAACY/QAytupUn0WU/s1600-h/KS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051355787366078290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RhoFU0wRl1I/AAAAAAAAACY/QAytupUn0WU/s320/KS.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 April, Eat right!&lt;br /&gt;Have been laying my hands on my PS2, DVDs, PC, CDJs, guitar, potato chips, liquor, and Nacho over the long weekends. Hands filled with junk food and alcohol, it was great! Munching away while watching the stupidity of Shinchan (Xiao Xin la...), and ignoring Nacho's sad soul eyes which were targetting at my spicy potato chips. Couldn't stand the way he looked at me, and I've got up and got him some doggie snacks.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a great start for this April. Been hearing the word 'hospital' quite frequently and also the demise of a little boy. I'm ain't closely related to this boy, but could sense the fragility of life from that accident. So people, please do keep the younger ones within your vision no matter what you're attending to.&lt;br /&gt;Got to know that Niki, my niece, was admitted to hospital last Saturday. She was diagnosed to be suffering from Kawasaki Disease. As quoted from kidshealth.org: "The cause of Kawasaki Disease is unknown, but if the symptoms are recognized early, kids with the disease can fully recover within a few days. If it goes untreated, it can lead to serious complications that can involve the heart. Kawasaki disease occurs in 19 out of every 100,000 kids in the United States. It is most common among children of Japanese and Korean descent, but the illness can affect all ethnic groups."&lt;br /&gt;People, gotta take more fruits k, it helps...somehow. Oh ya, Kiwi is a great fruit with lots of vitamins! Must eat more leh! And... and... strawberries too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-6686291627798353858?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6686291627798353858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=6686291627798353858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6686291627798353858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/6686291627798353858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/04/eat-right.html' title='Eat right!'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/RhoFU0wRl1I/AAAAAAAAACY/QAytupUn0WU/s72-c/KS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4338384180986162087</id><published>2007-03-06T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:42:00.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin of the mimic twins</title><content type='html'>6 March, Cabin of the mimic twins&lt;br /&gt;Writing my 800 words essay this time round. Why the hell Google wana fork out US$1.65 billion bucks for a video sharing website? YouTube was merely a two years old company and they made it big! Maybe you wana think about it too. I did.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic - mimic twins. Ya, what can you expect during a morning transit? Trains packed with meats? Or air filled with poisonous gases? Perfumes? Maybe... and also some silent farts along the way. You never know. It was interesting when I got into a cabin with not one, but a pair mimic twins. I got myself a seat when I boarded the train from Outram. It was quite strange for an early 9plus train to be spacious. Anyway, I continued with "The Game".&lt;br /&gt;First, I saw this young chap sitting opposite me, last seat of the row. He was in his own world of heavy metal music? I suppose so, since his right hand movement was so fast as if he was mimicking Rick Allen. Hmm, it was dangerous to sit beside him. Luckily no one did. Next, there was another guy sitting on my left, just a few seats away from me. Maybe he felt intimidated by the percussionist opposite him. Guess what, he took out a deck of poker cards!! He really "Jiat-Ba-Liao", to bring a deck of poker cards with him. The best part was when he started to demonstrate his "wash" cards technique. Alot of patterns, but also alot of cards fell on the floor. I was trying so hard to contain my laughter when one was trying to mimic "The God of Gambler", and the other guy's right hand was swinging fiercely like Rick Allen. I guessed those commuters who were on the same cabin did enjoy their performances. At least I did, with "The Game" covering my smiley face of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4338384180986162087?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4338384180986162087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4338384180986162087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4338384180986162087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4338384180986162087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/03/cabin-of-mimic-twins.html' title='Cabin of the mimic twins'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-4049336307962606266</id><published>2007-03-01T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T14:02:53.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First MC in 2007</title><content type='html'>28 February, First MC in 2007&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a dizzy head and felt the pricking of needles on the left of my head. I knew I can't make it to work. Went to find Dr. Janice for medication and the waiting time was crazy. Anyway, Janice did joke about the illness that I had and made me felt better. The first word from her mouth - 'Stress'. Hmm... I don't know how true it was, but still she had to get rid of it for me. Headed back home to and doze off soon after the medication. Had a good sleep due to the rainy weather.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with GG after my usual boring class and had a nice little catch up session. Well... nothing much to talk about but the same stuffs that we're facing at the moment. My eyes were tired while driving back to my nest. The music kept me going. It was such a nice feeling to drive back home with northern lights and drizzy weather. The wipers kept swinging and somehow, I do wish to have a pair of wipers for my eyes. To clean off the dirt and have a better vision.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta rest now, my eyes are blurry~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-4049336307962606266?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4049336307962606266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=4049336307962606266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4049336307962606266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/4049336307962606266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-mc-in-2007.html' title='First MC in 2007'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13509473.post-1107654895092698800</id><published>2007-02-27T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:59:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Envy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/ReMKofuNEGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2Ff_kUgtxVU/s1600-h/Lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035880499156684898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="220" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/ReMKofuNEGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2Ff_kUgtxVU/s320/Lunch.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;27 February, Envy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Will, are you ready to go?" Stella came over to my workstation and reminded me about the team lunch we supposed to have. I have completely forgotten about it. The good thing was, it had made the lunch menu disappeared from my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed down to Shangri-La for lunch buffet and my third "Lou-Hei" for this year. The food was great! Nice environment too! It was pricey for a head count though, but thanks to my generous boss! She gave us a huge treat that it did burn a little hole in her pocket. I guess no one else would have done that to their own team, at least in my company. Envy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed down to St. James two weeks ago to celebrate the end of Eliz's singlehood. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rea_UetAepI/AAAAAAAAACI/Q_sBNEiCJ4k/s1600-h/foodfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036923591820606098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/Rea_UetAepI/AAAAAAAAACI/Q_sBNEiCJ4k/s320/foodfood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party was really great with these bunch of ibmers' ladies, and a few male species. Drink, dance, and next, Eliz got drunk. After having a hard time sending her back, I think it's time for me to start heading down to the gym. Heez~ I bet Rolando might have the same sentiments. Bumped onto Sniper Jeff along the toliet walkway while waiting for the girls who helped Eliz to the ladies. He just returned from Vancouver and still looked the same old Jeff. Funky and crazy. Well, he was my op-spec back in those sweaty and dirty NS days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attended Eliz's wedding on last Sunday. She was beautiful. I... I don't mean she's not now lah~ I was glad to be part of that event - a minor role in the coordination. Received a few thumbs up for the photomontage video clip and it had made my dinner so much tastier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;French-horn girl dropped me an email asking when is our dinner eversince we got it postponed since xmas! But anyway, my xmas pressie is still with her. You might be thinking, "Wah Kaos!", but I'm sure you can't deny that a pressie is always welcome at any time of the year. Heez, will be collecting mine soon! Envy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13509473-1107654895092698800?l=silencesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1107654895092698800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13509473&amp;postID=1107654895092698800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1107654895092698800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13509473/posts/default/1107654895092698800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencesoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-got-generous-boss.html' title='Envy?'/><author><name>neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18211043188987508522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jseWFkgg4o/SmkR0i-mMPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HMUosZ2bGqA/S220/D_Vader_Jr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__jseWFkgg4o/ReMKofuNEGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2Ff_kUgtxVU/s72-c/Lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
