<?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-3507868169255345090</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:20:23.634+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='stage'/><category term='drama'/><category term='dirt'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='demons'/><category term='Tech'/><category term='zouk'/><category term='song'/><category term='music'/><category term='theater'/><category term='angels'/><category term='kayak'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Formula'/><category term='1'/><category term='mud'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='Rally'/><category term='one'/><category term='tom hanks'/><category term='fun'/><category term='star trek'/><category term='work'/><category term='blog update'/><category term='School'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Are you connected?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-3123501513071173953</id><published>2009-09-23T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:13:44.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://l288.tumblr.com/</title><content type='html'>i've currently using&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://l288.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://l288.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; to post pics and such as its directly tied to my twitter and FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-3123501513071173953?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://l288.tumblr.com/' title='http://l288.tumblr.com/'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3123501513071173953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=3123501513071173953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3123501513071173953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3123501513071173953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/httpl288tumblrcom.html' title='http://l288.tumblr.com/'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-3446929715535348454</id><published>2009-08-17T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:46:58.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rally'/><title type='text'>Rally</title><content type='html'>Was at a rally last week. Got some really nice pics. Will post some up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-3446929715535348454?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3446929715535348454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=3446929715535348454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3446929715535348454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3446929715535348454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/rally.html' title='Rally'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1248303467628578560</id><published>2009-08-06T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:21:17.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zouk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Time (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>(Continued from here:&lt;a href="http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/time.html"&gt;http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/time.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was so important to me. It was my motivation, the thing I looked forward to back then. It was my love. Then it ended. I left secondary school. Then there was that few months in between. I found a small role in a production at Zouk. I was so happy. I could again be there on stage, and be myself. Then that ended too. I lost all contact with the people there and my secondary school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came to poly. First day of school, I was scared. Apprehensive. And strangely, excited. Strange faces, accents, language that over the last few years I became used to, to accept, to understand, to call my friends. I foolishly chose a course that I liked. About computers, about technology, about electronics. That, was the biggest mistake I ever did. Sure there are some mistakes that I made which may seem to you bigger than 'choosing' something I was interested in. Like not chasing that person. Like refusing to believe that I was able to actually like someone who I didn't know very well. Here in polytechnic, I've find that I'm regressing. Without an older mentor, without someone to look up to and say 'I wish I could do as well as him', I've let myself slide back into a state where I've no motivation to do anything else except to get by each day by doing the least possible of my responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pathetic. Its poor. Thats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left secondary school, I could look back, and said: look I've got this award for doing this, and I did that for this award. But looking back at my 2 and half years here at poly, I cannot say the same. There's nothing I can look back to, and say proudly that I did that. What changed? I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left editing="" for="" open=""&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, as my dear father used to say, that I was digging a hole so deep that I couldn't get out of. And I don't think I can help myself anymore. Maybe I'll just give up even trying. I don't know how to stop, and to get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These self reflective posts always seem so lonely...maybe I want to write some more, maybe I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1248303467628578560?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1248303467628578560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1248303467628578560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1248303467628578560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1248303467628578560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-part-2.html' title='Time (Part 2)'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7034557686832560229</id><published>2009-08-06T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:16:40.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The missing piece</title><content type='html'>Right now, I have 2 stories in drafts. That's because one is the unfinished piece of the 2nd part of the post below; the other a post that I can't write more than a paragraph without getting tears in my eyes. I try to find the quiet places and time to write, but seems those moments are so fleeting, so...little now. On buses, waiting for classes to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so, so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I tried to paint you a picture, the colors were all wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Black and white didn't fit you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;And all along, you were shaded with patience, your strokes of everything that I need just to make it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Lord knows I'll fail you time and again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;But you and me we're alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;We won't say our goodbyes you know it's better that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;We won't break, we won't die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;It's just a moment of change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;All we are, all we are, is everything that's right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;All we need, all we need, a lover's alibi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I walked a minute in your shoes, they never would've fit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I figured there's nothing to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I need to get some perspective on these words before I write them down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You're an island and my ship has run aground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Lord knows I'll fail you time and again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;But you and me we're alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;We won't say our goodbyes you know its better that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;We won't break, we won't die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;It's just a moment of change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;All we are, all we are, is everything that's right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;All we need all we need, a lover's alibi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Every single day that I can breathe, you changed my philosophy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I'm never gonna let you pass me by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;So don't say your goodbyes you know its better that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;We won't break, we won't die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;It's just a moment of change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;All we are, all we are, is everything that's right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;All we need, all we need, a lover's alibi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7034557686832560229?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7034557686832560229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7034557686832560229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7034557686832560229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7034557686832560229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-piece.html' title='The missing piece'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4648847345965484123</id><published>2009-07-31T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:51:48.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Time (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a river: ever flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the blink of an eye I'm nearing the end of my poly life. Looking back, I'll never say that going to polytechnic was a waste of time. I met people from all walks of life. I learnt how to deal with unexpected situations. I learnt so many things that I'll not forget for the rest of my life. I made friends. And every single memory along the way is treasured. No matter how much I bitch, moan, complain, I know that I won't truly  have hated it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been close to 3 years since I left secondary school. Back then, I was excited. Excited to be starting in a new school, with totally new way of teaching, and a new people to meet. I painted a picture for myself: coming home at night, laptop and work in my back, typing busily on the way home, and participating in really fun activities. In reality, I accomplished neither. I found my course interesting at first. Easy too. It was like re-learning physics all over again - ohms law, V=IR, all different kinds of theorems, laws that still are applied over and over again in all my modules. But what I could do in secondary school that I couldn't now was to think. You see, in secondary school, I loved to participate in 'out-of-class' activities. To do more than homework, to go that one further mile, to participate in that one competition, to do help out in this upcoming activity that was being planned, to be part of everything that I could be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CCA in secondary school did help alot. It made me me. Being part of acting, of drama, was me. It wasn't limited to boring old plays; it had dance, cool moves, blood, sweat, tears, bright lights, music, soul and passion. It was fun, exciting, and it was so sacred to be up THERE. Up on the stage, feeling the whole theater hang on every single word that comes out of your mouth, the audience at your control. The stage was the place that I felt free. The feeling of standing before so many people, a sea of faces looking at you, every eye watching every gesture you make, no matter how small. YOU commanded the huge stage spreading out to the front, back, left and right of you. It was your kingdom, you could do anything! It was...it was like magic. Funnily enough, being in front of so many people was somewhere that I felt free, somewhere that I could be myself, take off my everyday mask, without fear, without being judged for what I said, for what I wore, for being ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the few things in life that I truly have loved. I treasured every moment, every production, every play, every dance, and every step that I took on stage. From the 1st stages of auditioning, then numerous rehersals, shouting, getting scolded, forgetting lines, to rushing around backstage 5 minutes before the opening night excited, but without fear. No worrying about whether you would remember your lines, whether you had your make up put correctly, whether you had your props where you needed them, or whether your co actors could remember their lines because you trusted them; you just knew that they'll perform. Because you had gone through the depths of hell with them to get to where you are now - the many rehearsals, the special moments that you shared together, the different exercises that you did together, the pacing, the blocking, would all cumulate in one big night, that would be over in a blink of an eye. And when you look back you asked yourself: Did I really manage do that? And you'll know that you did pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4648847345965484123?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4648847345965484123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4648847345965484123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4648847345965484123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4648847345965484123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/time.html' title='Time (Part 1)'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bukit Timah, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.3241637998863656 103.79170417785645</georss:point><georss:box>1.3134377998863656 103.77711317785645 1.3348897998863656 103.80629517785644</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-354089825182653935</id><published>2009-07-27T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:51:09.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/1FtvF4k2QaQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/1FtvF4k2QaQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Yesterday I got lost in the circus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;feeling like such a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;And now I'm down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I'm just hanging on the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I can't help but reminisce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Cause when you're gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;all the colors fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;no New Years Day parade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You're gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;colors seem to fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Your mama called, she said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;that you're downstairs crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Feeling like such a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Ya, I hear ya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;in the background bawling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;What happened to your sweet summer time dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I know we all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;we all got our faults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;We get locked in our vaults,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;and we stay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;When you're gone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;all the colors fade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;no new years day parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You're gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;colors seem to fade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;colors seem to fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-354089825182653935?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/354089825182653935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=354089825182653935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/354089825182653935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/354089825182653935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/colors.html' title='Colors'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-9069677567833863084</id><published>2009-07-22T09:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:32:48.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Maybe I'm longing in a way of love naive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Maybe I'm desperate for a reason to believe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;There wasn't anywhere I thought that we would fall&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I've seen perfection in a rainbow in the sky&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I've seen a child who make the coldest run and cry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;actually, this post is to test twitterfeed, see if my posts come out nicely on my twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-9069677567833863084?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9069677567833863084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=9069677567833863084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/9069677567833863084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/9069677567833863084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/calling-out.html' title='Calling out....'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4955906193012538393</id><published>2009-07-16T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:24:02.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidekick</title><content type='html'>My friend just got a Sidekick LX 09. For those who hve no idea what is it here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5358955129398906722'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Sl7VTBcUT2I/AAAAAAAAALM/1ml1w3qETek/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a phone that flips open. It's very cool. Reminded me why I used to keep buying new gadgets. And I think that I'm really going to start again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5358955148493164866'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Sl7VUIkvkUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VB-soC1f1Zw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keyboard is a little weird though. Most probably becuase I haven't been using a phone with one for almost 2 years now. Still loving my original iPhone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5358955180335252946'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Sl7VV_MfRdI/AAAAAAAAALU/KqGug141720/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot from quiznos @ orchard central. It's really really good compared with subway in Singapore. They make like really amazing subs. Hot, toasted subs. And their cookies are really awesome. Please, if you have the time, try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5358955395191357730'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Sl7VifmLQSI/AAAAAAAAALY/xQ8ueZchwHo/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here's a shot from Mad Dogs Cafe. It's pretty on the &gt;$15 per person, and some of it's dishes is nice, with the exception of what is being shown above.  It's called spaghetti with pesto and squid ink. It's as bad as it sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this post was really just for nothing. Kinda bored in lecture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4955906193012538393?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4955906193012538393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4955906193012538393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4955906193012538393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4955906193012538393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sidekick.html' title='Sidekick'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Sl7VTBcUT2I/AAAAAAAAALM/1ml1w3qETek/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-360925459030899758</id><published>2009-06-13T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:46:02.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Everything you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;And everything you were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Your number has been called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Fights, battles have begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Revenge will surely come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Your hard times are ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You've got to be the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You've got to change the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;And you use this chance to be heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Your time is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Everything you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;And everything you were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Your number has been called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Fights and battles have begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Revenge will surely come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Your hard times are ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You've got to be the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You've got to change the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;And you use this chance to be heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Your time is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Let yourself down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Don't let yourself go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Your last chance has arrived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You've got to be the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You've got to change the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;And you use this chance to be heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Your time is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqBEx-uRQ4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqBEx-uRQ4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;l288&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-360925459030899758?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/360925459030899758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=360925459030899758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/360925459030899758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/360925459030899758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/change-everything-you-are-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4745357257626820137</id><published>2009-06-13T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:21:53.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner...and a surprise!</title><content type='html'>So I had dinner at Deals again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5346475294621076098'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SjJ-9CBKioI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LVpQWc8eT-k/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5346475320695303266'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SjJ--jJvrGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nAySx7H2D3I/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Australian tenderloin was aged 14 days. Gave it quite a nice taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5346475357900338306'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SjJ_AtwHdII/AAAAAAAAAK4/Ew2GnHz1Iyk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5346475409928722418'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SjJ_Dvkpl_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/iYwTj4oXrs8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some iced coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we decided to head out into the night for some....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5346475436550831314'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SjJ_FSv2vNI/AAAAAAAAALA/EdrsUJSo8Rs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURIANS!! (and facewash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5346475500577150098'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SjJ_JBQ61JI/AAAAAAAAALE/LmGcPMt8KhA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all! Got a meeting tomrorrow morning at the Dept of Agri Culture. Until tomorrow then, take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those at home: Don't let the flu bug bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4745357257626820137?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4745357257626820137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4745357257626820137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4745357257626820137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4745357257626820137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/dinnerand-surprise.html' title='Dinner...and a surprise!'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SjJ-9CBKioI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LVpQWc8eT-k/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-402179690683943837</id><published>2009-06-10T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:39:09.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Road Trip!!</title><content type='html'>So after a really hasty meeting this morning, I rushed back to the hotel to go on a road trip to view possible development sites with my boss, a senior engineer, and 2 really good friends of my boss. here are the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AKKaVclI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vXFYD5FNCpg/s1600-h/IMG_0779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AKKaVclI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vXFYD5FNCpg/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its going to be a long post: my lunch, some kind of laksa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AOBO7EmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/btgzFWjcvko/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AOBO7EmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/btgzFWjcvko/s400/IMG_0781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then a trip to brunei river to get the overview of the whole road trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AUYn7m0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/g1vfVQrPUWs/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AUYn7m0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/g1vfVQrPUWs/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amazing driving by Datin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AXh51akI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WDvbm2sWIh0/s1600-h/IMG_0794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AXh51akI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WDvbm2sWIh0/s400/IMG_0794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_Adh-BVhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CpcxgsDBkV8/s1600-h/IMG_0799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_Adh-BVhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CpcxgsDBkV8/s400/IMG_0799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more pictures of the Kampung Ayer (water kampung)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_Aar_pKtI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UZDeObMApY4/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_Aar_pKtI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UZDeObMApY4/s400/IMG_0796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we passed singapore embassy on the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_Ahz5JdsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ck-DpYzpUrw/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_Ahz5JdsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ck-DpYzpUrw/s400/IMG_0801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AlRpeYtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/23Jw1Fw7tzE/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AlRpeYtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/23Jw1Fw7tzE/s400/IMG_0802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_ApiAtwcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DeK2_S2By-8/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_ApiAtwcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DeK2_S2By-8/s400/IMG_0803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_At7l3RRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxBsc5FvapE/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_At7l3RRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxBsc5FvapE/s400/IMG_0804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we climbed on to a spiral staircase to get a better view of the coastline...thats the friendly Datuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AxhbpjAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6eRhvGNgzjQ/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AxhbpjAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6eRhvGNgzjQ/s400/IMG_0805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was apparently built for Queen Elizabeth when she visited Brunei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BHp26qCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1rs12Cg8eLM/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BHp26qCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1rs12Cg8eLM/s400/IMG_0811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;further down, there was this really long pier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BEvL8l9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-HoBO-rlkEc/s1600-h/IMG_0816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BEvL8l9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-HoBO-rlkEc/s400/IMG_0816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;some mangrove along the shoreline, next to the pier&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_A-htPtxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ag0WgJCWtbw/s1600-h/IMG_0807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_A-htPtxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ag0WgJCWtbw/s400/IMG_0807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some mangrove along the shoreline, next to the pier&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_A5Abl1gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/77YpQyNP-KY/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_A5Abl1gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/77YpQyNP-KY/s400/IMG_0806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the trash from Kampung Ayer gets washed up among the mangrove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BLFGMu9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/dHvHHz9CJhY/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BLFGMu9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/dHvHHz9CJhY/s400/IMG_0818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stopped to get some really crispy and awesome roti prata. so good, that i had to eat before i could think of taking pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BN8ewGeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3WYsDiIILQ/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BN8ewGeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r3WYsDiIILQ/s400/IMG_0819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the shop where we had the roti prata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BRS-88uI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9CtX_vG2Elo/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BRS-88uI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9CtX_vG2Elo/s400/IMG_0820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we then went to visit the border to see the immigration checkpoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we then got a close up of the Kampung Ayer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BUI4wJII/AAAAAAAAAJs/uur2mHU97Aw/s1600-h/IMG_0823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_BUI4wJII/AAAAAAAAAJs/uur2mHU97Aw/s400/IMG_0823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_B5-5Dl2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B99c5ZmWqlI/s1600-h/IMG_0825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_B5-5Dl2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B99c5ZmWqlI/s400/IMG_0825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_B8lVEw1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rNYDVUkpUfc/s1600-h/IMG_0826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_B8lVEw1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rNYDVUkpUfc/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_CAxz-uEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/e0ShgGtGzb8/s1600-h/IMG_0827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_CAxz-uEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/e0ShgGtGzb8/s400/IMG_0827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_CDNh8KDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bPFb0Ze3-YA/s1600-h/IMG_0824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_CDNh8KDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bPFb0Ze3-YA/s400/IMG_0824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_CG5Sc0uI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7vN0JSFzN5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_CG5Sc0uI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7vN0JSFzN5Y/s400/IMG_0831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CAT!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_CJl25XjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/In-0U9s8XHs/s1600-h/IMG_0832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_CJl25XjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/In-0U9s8XHs/s400/IMG_0832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_CNKLMIqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eeDO-mKFjaU/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_CNKLMIqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eeDO-mKFjaU/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the awesome 3l car that got us around. SEE, IT ISN'T A BMW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thats all for now, heading out into brunei bay tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-402179690683943837?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/402179690683943837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=402179690683943837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/402179690683943837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/402179690683943837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!!'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Si_AKKaVclI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vXFYD5FNCpg/s72-c/IMG_0779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Brunei Darussalam</georss:featurename><georss:point>4.943197029768433 114.927978515625</georss:point><georss:box>4.259121529768433 113.994140515625 5.627272529768432 115.861816515625</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4786406567801726603</id><published>2009-06-08T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:40:03.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I had lunch today at this place called Deal. I'll let the picture do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0Yi41eDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wGmCaQl1jfk/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0Yi41eDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wGmCaQl1jfk/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so the place (strangely) was called Deal, and the glasses were even stranger: they all tilted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0epXxejI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yUtQVa5FMXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0epXxejI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yUtQVa5FMXQ/s400/IMG_0765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then the fillers came: handmade cheese sticks and bread(not pictured) and the dips were very very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0kVZMjZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ym7s9JO8jTs/s1600-h/IMG_0764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0kVZMjZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ym7s9JO8jTs/s400/IMG_0764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;appetizer: Pan seared scallops on top of a pile of beans surrounded by balsamic&amp;nbsp;vinegar, olive oil and some kind of herbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0oMmyG7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/sp6FQ8AWJ8U/s1600-h/IMG_0766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0oMmyG7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/sp6FQ8AWJ8U/s400/IMG_0766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then the mail course: Australian beef (can't remember the cut) and a very very delicious garlic sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0qkW_ikI/AAAAAAAAAGs/I4TXSQ9BYBc/s1600-h/IMG_0767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0qkW_ikI/AAAAAAAAAGs/I4TXSQ9BYBc/s400/IMG_0767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The desert:&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Crème brûlée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, with rasberry sorbet. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As a result of this, I feel fat. Anyway, after that, it was&amp;nbsp;plop&amp;nbsp;back into the conference room at the Department of&amp;nbsp;Agriculture&amp;nbsp;for another&amp;nbsp;negotiation. I'm now&amp;nbsp;compiling&amp;nbsp;the notes for the 2 meetings today. Whenever I can, I'll be updating through tweets, and this blog. So check both! http://tweeter.com/leader288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4786406567801726603?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4786406567801726603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4786406567801726603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4786406567801726603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4786406567801726603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Siz0Yi41eDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wGmCaQl1jfk/s72-c/IMG_0763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei Darussalam</georss:featurename><georss:point>4.943026006844227 114.94256973266602</georss:point><georss:box>4.9403540068442275 114.93892173266602 4.945698006844227 114.94621773266601</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1325892112288262974</id><published>2009-06-07T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:42:52.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting from DBS's Asia Treasure Lounge</title><content type='html'>Wow. the service at this place is pretty amazing. food fare is pretty on par with the 1st class lounge over at SIA. Well, one thing must be said, that the number of iMacs here are certainly not few. I count three 20" iMacs (using one now). Oh well, lets hope this trip does turn out to be some kind of fun for me :) I'm in for 10 days for HARD work, and no internet. I'll be staying at the Sheraton Brunei. Hopefully the last 5 episodes of Torchwood is enough to take up my free time. Sorry guys, looks like the only shopping that i can actually do will be at the duty free (Vodka) on the way back. So until the 17th of June, cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1325892112288262974?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1325892112288262974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1325892112288262974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1325892112288262974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1325892112288262974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/posting-from-dbss-asia-treasure-lounge.html' title='Posting from DBS&apos;s Asia Treasure Lounge'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4305254655700979037</id><published>2009-06-01T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:21:14.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An entry</title><content type='html'>Jun 1st, 2009. Hot, humid day. Have a meeting with xuanqi later borrow her FTT book. Hope of doesn't rain. I have no idea why I'm talking about rain- I suppose the weather is a good talking point. Talk talk talk. Am in school right now, hanging out with some vid club members, trying to find a seat in the ever crowded food court 5. Funny, although it seems there are less people, tables still hard to find. Oh well, waiting is part of life I guess. Hail Hitler and all that german nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4305254655700979037?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4305254655700979037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4305254655700979037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4305254655700979037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4305254655700979037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/entry.html' title='An entry'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-5340956006018027124</id><published>2009-05-25T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:43:38.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>5 days more and I have no idea what I want to do for my birthday. Anyone wants to go for lunch this saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-l288 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-5340956006018027124?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5340956006018027124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=5340956006018027124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/5340956006018027124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/5340956006018027124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-2474642856547166869</id><published>2009-05-18T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:39:22.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom hanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star trek'/><title type='text'>A creation of a whole new universe, and the destruction of another</title><content type='html'>It's really&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;that I've neglected my blog for like, almost a month, but life's boring as ever. hardly much changed. actually, I've found that most of my updates has been on twitter. and if you're curious of what I'm up to do take a look at my twitter page. &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/leader288"&gt;Twitter Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, school's started, and i think i'm more or less settling down into my new timetable. my parents are really really&amp;nbsp;pressuring&amp;nbsp;me to take my driving lessons. thing is, i'm not really too keen on doing it. fine,&amp;nbsp;driving is&amp;nbsp;cool, and i'll be able to move around more easily, but something is&amp;nbsp;holding&amp;nbsp;me back. maybe i'm lazy. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time has passed really really fast. it's almost been 2 months since my granddad passed away. just a few days ago, we finally settled him into a niche at CCK&amp;nbsp;Columbarium. its really lonely there, but I for one hope that he is happy. i still miss him. i do really want to write more, but i just can't do that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been catching Star Trek on the big screen. to date, its the only single movie that I've watched repeatedly again and again. 3 time to be exact. tell, you it was amazing. I don't really have a firm grasp of the whole star trek timeline, so i'm not sure where the&amp;nbsp;destruction&amp;nbsp;of the planet stands in the Star Trek universe. Can anyone enlighten me? So far, it is a must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total contrast, i just caught Angels and Demons today. I wasn't really expecting anything but just to be sure, I prepped myself my re-reading Angels &amp;amp; Demons before heading down to the movie. Here's the summary:&lt;br /&gt;Angels and Demons is a fast-paced roller coaster ride without the fun,&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;better than the &amp;nbsp;Da Vinci Code, but the storyline was butchered totally in order to try and make it into a movie. Too often it wavers between implausible and just simply ridiculous, and was not&amp;nbsp;adapted&amp;nbsp;well enough for the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in like 12 days time, and I'm putting up a sort of wish-list through my twitter/facebook account. Do take a look! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats about all folks. School's starting tomorrow and I best be in bed. Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-2474642856547166869?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2474642856547166869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=2474642856547166869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2474642856547166869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2474642856547166869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/creation-of-whole-new-universe-and.html' title='A creation of a whole new universe, and the destruction of another'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7911872555773511008</id><published>2009-04-20T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:42:38.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Night out</title><content type='html'>Went out last night. Ended up at the Sanctuary Gardens outside Wisma Atria. Went mostly becuase we had nothing to do(finished getting our bags) and the band sounded well, great. Nice place. Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5326629405085672786'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Sev9OORIJVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EXnQR4wrGBA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5326629419573884498'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Sev9PEPYtlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/l851KMajHUI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7911872555773511008?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7911872555773511008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7911872555773511008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7911872555773511008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7911872555773511008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-out.html' title='Night out'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Sev9OORIJVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EXnQR4wrGBA/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1984442727994514648</id><published>2009-04-20T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:11:51.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>And..</title><content type='html'>...its the start of school. Damn. New class, no idea what it'll be like. Zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1984442727994514648?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1984442727994514648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1984442727994514648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1984442727994514648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1984442727994514648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/and.html' title='And..'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4007490426890179240</id><published>2009-04-10T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:54:52.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I found these words rather meanful. Sit back, relax and listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;l288&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgRUkpB4__M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;autoplay=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you get what you want but not what you need&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stuck in reverse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When the tears come streaming down your face&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you lose something you can't replace&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you love someone but it goes to waste&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Could it be worse?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lights will guide you home&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And ignite your bones&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I will try to fix you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;High up above or down below&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you're too in love to let it go&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you never try you'll never know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just what you're worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lights will guide you home&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And ignite your bones&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I will try to fix you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tears stream down your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tears stream down your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I promise you I have learned from my mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tears stream down your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lights will guide you home&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And ignite your bones&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I will try to fix you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-'Fix You' Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4007490426890179240?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4007490426890179240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4007490426890179240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4007490426890179240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4007490426890179240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-these-words-rather-meanful.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-2121582813818729191</id><published>2009-04-05T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:33:56.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>...a bad day. </title><content type='html'>It's been a really bad day for me today.for beaten up by my dad in the morning. And we're no longer talking. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, fir the first time me many months I woke up today feeling good. Relaxed. Maybe even a little happy. Then it all turned to hell  And now, even the 1 hour bike ride I just took to try and relaxdidn't even help at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now heading down to the city to try and get away from everything. Anyone care to jon me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5321215198684590354'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SdjBB7sBMRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mHtlg0Lsxr0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-2121582813818729191?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2121582813818729191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=2121582813818729191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2121582813818729191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2121582813818729191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day.html' title='...a bad day. '/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SdjBB7sBMRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mHtlg0Lsxr0/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1546985592722811246</id><published>2009-04-04T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:55:34.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Hard, Medium, Easy.</title><content type='html'>Its hard passing everyday without him.&lt;br /&gt;Can't I cry?&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I've given up looking for answers.&lt;br /&gt;I've started running.&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to face it, not trying to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out, putting a mask,&lt;br /&gt;Telling everyone I'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world just seems a little less brighter.&lt;br /&gt;Without you around.&lt;br /&gt;Who do I tell about my day?&lt;br /&gt;Who do I look forward to meeting every week?&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much silence now.&lt;br /&gt;No phone calls at night to check on me.&lt;br /&gt;No more dinners together.&lt;br /&gt;No more car rides.&lt;br /&gt;No more you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand here for hours asking God why.&lt;br /&gt;And all I have in return is silence.&lt;br /&gt;Will we meet again?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your voice again.&lt;br /&gt;To see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;To feel your hug.&lt;br /&gt;To laugh with you.&lt;br /&gt;My world had holes.&lt;br /&gt;And now its just so much more empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally crying.&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;'And honestly, I have been begging for answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That you and only you can give to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A voice crying loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've been crying for days now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And as I start to run, I stop to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(And I was nearly scared to death)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I was nearly scared to death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Why you left in paragraphs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why you left in paragraphs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(The words were nearly over us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The words were nearly over us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You stop and turn and grab your bags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I could stand here for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As hours move to minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And minutes take longer to break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will be desperately awaiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But my tongue won't fall apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And we've been sitting here for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All alone and in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So let me think of to word it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm sure everything would find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All that's left is just to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I could stand here for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I may never sail Virginia again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And as this current moves slow for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This much you must know of me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I'll have you know I'm scared to death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tell me once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That you'll love me to the death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And should I die, you swear that you will come for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As I fade away, you reach out your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(And please don't let me go)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And please don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(And please don't let me go)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And please don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I could stand here for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds", &amp;nbsp;Mayday Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="265" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4Zyly81ksE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1546985592722811246?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1546985592722811246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1546985592722811246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1546985592722811246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1546985592722811246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/hard-medium-easy_04.html' title='Hard, Medium, Easy.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1097101984090570021</id><published>2009-03-24T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:36:00.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-SvuKK1peYDQ#5316422823541812978'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Sce6Y_D9LvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ffhBJenouRo/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather died on the  23rd March 2009 (23/3/09) aged 85 years, a Christian. He is a great man. Rest In Peace, 公公。He was born 3rd September 1923 (3/9/23). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Cry, for not all tears are evil. His wake will be held from the  24th -25th. Funeral on the 26th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1097101984090570021?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1097101984090570021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1097101984090570021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1097101984090570021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1097101984090570021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/Sce6Y_D9LvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ffhBJenouRo/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-90064148728474968</id><published>2009-03-23T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:06:42.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Just an update. </title><content type='html'>Ok. Most of you already know why/what's happenning, but for those who don't, here's the sitrep: my granddad's very sick. I'm not going to say dying, becuase I still believe in miracles. It's been 5 days since he's been discharged from hospital, he isn't getting amy better. But for the count, the hospital doctor did say last last Sunday that he only had a few more days to live, but look at him, he's still alive now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granddad is strong. He's a fighter. And when be was younger, he kept my whole family together. Just reading his many get well cards give me a grasp, however small, of what he did before I was born. And the amount of visitors he has been getting is endless. The number of people his life has changed. From what I can gather, he's basically the glue that kept my family together. He was there when anyone needed help. And if I could only be a fraction of what he is I would be sastified. In the last 5 days I've heard stories of a caring, noble grandfather, who stood up for his siblings, nieces, nephews in many ways. And of how he stood up for his rights after the Japanese Occupation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather has been there from me since I was born. He gave up his pastime of smoking for his grandchildren. And as many smokers know, giving up smoking after smoking for over 30 years is not easy. But he did it. He was there to fetch my brothers and I from school and to tuition. He calls up every night  just to check on my family: if we had dinner, if we had transport to or from school the next day, and would worry about me or my brothers when either one went overseas. He has made me the person that I am.  And I will always treasure him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-90064148728474968?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/90064148728474968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=90064148728474968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/90064148728474968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/90064148728474968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-update.html' title='Just an update. '/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-8526019427596151804</id><published>2009-03-13T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:45:54.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going away</title><content type='html'>I'm going away for awhile. Till sunday at least. Going to leave everything behind - stress, worries, problems and just enjoy myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Two ravens in the old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;And one for you and one for me&lt;br /&gt;And bluebells in the late Febuary&lt;br /&gt;I see signs now all the time'&lt;br /&gt;-'Signs', Bloc Party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-8526019427596151804?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8526019427596151804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=8526019427596151804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8526019427596151804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8526019427596151804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-away.html' title='Going away'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4718736287578568138</id><published>2009-03-07T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:44:37.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4718736287578568138?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4718736287578568138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4718736287578568138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4718736287578568138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4718736287578568138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-6594510299271130083</id><published>2009-03-05T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:33:00.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>ever had..</title><content type='html'>'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had a feeling, where its like you have a weight on you? it comes and goes, always. i wonder how i can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" height="150" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="blipId=4456439" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" quality="high"height="150" width="100%" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" align="middle"play="true"loop="false"quality="high"allowScriptAccess="always"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"wmode="transparent"flashVars="blipId=4456439"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;lights will guide you home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and ignite your bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;high up above or down below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;when you're too in love to let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;if you never try you'll never know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;just what you're worth'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Coldplay 'Fix You'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;dazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;ostensibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;i wonder if,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;one's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;vague sense of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;eccentricity ever affects&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/3507868169255345090-6594510299271130083?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blip.fm/leader288' title='ever had..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6594510299271130083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=6594510299271130083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6594510299271130083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6594510299271130083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/ever-had.html' title='ever had..'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-2169817307588046004</id><published>2009-03-02T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:08:38.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;Waiting for life to start. Who..oops Battlestar Galactica just arrvied. another time then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I'm alone in this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I'm as I've always been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Right behind what's happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;She's like she'll always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;A little far for me to reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-2169817307588046004?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2169817307588046004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=2169817307588046004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2169817307588046004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2169817307588046004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-be.html' title='always be'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-3702085082495418946</id><published>2009-03-02T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:02:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost. definitely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Its monday. I really need to DO something. Don't want to rot at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/2-RjMRP5IbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/2-RjMRP5IbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'Just because I'm hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Doesn't mean I'm hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Doesn't mean I didn't get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What I deserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No better and no worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just got lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Every river that I tried to cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Every door I ever tried was locked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ohhh and I'm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just waiting 'til the shine wears off'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Coldplay 'Lost'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;l288&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-3702085082495418946?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3702085082495418946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=3702085082495418946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3702085082495418946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3702085082495418946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-definitely.html' title='lost. definitely.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-139320319085122665</id><published>2009-03-01T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:47:11.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog update'/><title type='text'>iphone.</title><content type='html'>I've added iPhone support to my blog. So now, if you browse the site with iPod touch/iPhone, you'll be directed to the mobile blog :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i still think the colors suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-139320319085122665?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/139320319085122665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=139320319085122665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/139320319085122665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/139320319085122665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/iphone.html' title='iphone.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4074354608355303701</id><published>2009-03-01T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:49:32.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog update'/><title type='text'>Blog changes</title><content type='html'>Added RSS feeds!&amp;nbsp;Subscribe&amp;nbsp;now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?alt=rss"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;l288&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/3507868169255345090-4074354608355303701?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4074354608355303701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4074354608355303701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4074354608355303701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4074354608355303701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-changes.html' title='Blog changes'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-5496511158621845613</id><published>2009-02-28T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:56:11.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SaldLRr_NKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KTPYsGKLlmc/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SaldLRr_NKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KTPYsGKLlmc/s200/IMG_0182.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went swimming today morning. The last time I tried, it was before my exams started. So today was a little tiring, back breaking, and muscle aching. I swear, I was sure my muscles had atrophied. Anyway, I timed myself for a lap and was surprised that I still had the same time as I did many years back: 48 seconds. As many swimmers will know, thats pretty slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I got a call that Granddad got admitted back into hospital today. =( He was running a slight fever that eventually broke, but the doctor said to keep him there as he had a low white blood cell count. So he's going to be there until his count returns to normal. So after a hurried lunch with Leo, KJ and Cliff, I left them with their Sins &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(of the Solar Empire)&lt;/span&gt; and went down to SGH. In the bus, well, I kinda dozed off. The two weeks of exams and the morning's swimming had worn me out. And no surprise, I missed Outram bus stop, woke up right after the bus moved off. And I found myself in Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SaleKsG7dbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yLvz7hbECJk/s1600-h/chinatown-mrt-station.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SaleKsG7dbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yLvz7hbECJk/s200/chinatown-mrt-station.jpeg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, Chinatown. Looking about, I sat in the bus till I saw Chinatown MRT station, which I then took back to Outram, then walked to Ward 48. Far. And I found out that my aunty (dad's sister) had bought a wheelchair(she kept referring to it as a 'transporter') for my Grandfather. Of course, we didn't let him know, or he'll freak out. You wouldn't like being reminded you're weak right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I found my Granddad pretty well, just slightly discomforted that he had to spend the night in the hospital with no confirmed discharge date. I insisted in staying there till the night, but he refused, asking my aunty to take me home. I can't say no to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, blogging because well, I don't really have much to do. Chatting on MSN with my dear friend(s) does help pass the time. Thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself with quite some time on my hands. Unfortunately, that means that I'll have time. Time to look about, time to think about friends who you want to be more than friends, time to laze around, time to decide. I don't want to. I want to enjoy life as it is, one job, work, one after another, no stopping to think. Spontaneous decisions. I don't want to pause, to look behind actions and words, to seek out meanings that are not there. But somehow I can't. Its natural to be curious. Its how I am. But I try my best not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;In a way, I need a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;From this burnout scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Another time, another town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Another everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;But it's always back to you'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-lyrics from O.A.R. "Shattered"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-5496511158621845613?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5496511158621845613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=5496511158621845613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/5496511158621845613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/5496511158621845613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-holidays.html' title='Its the holidays.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SaldLRr_NKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KTPYsGKLlmc/s72-c/IMG_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-6383097476342107972</id><published>2009-02-24T08:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:00:00.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You roll outta bed and down on your knees,&amp;nbsp;and for the moment, you can hardly breathe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Was she really there? Standing next to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;And you look around, bleary eyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;No she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-6383097476342107972?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6383097476342107972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=6383097476342107972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6383097476342107972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6383097476342107972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-133405464989268780</id><published>2009-02-18T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:43:44.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Just finished my 1st exam paper and I have 3 more to go. But that's not the reason of this post. I've been usin by free time lately thinking and exploring options of using my time I'm going to have in my upcoming holidays. One thing that I've hit on is, of course, blogging. Blogging to attract a small base of readers for my blog. It'll be a challenge that I can take up over the upcoming holidays. I've making up a list of what to do. Of course, finding a suitable host is one of my biggest challenges.  If you have any to recommend, please leave some comments below. Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-133405464989268780?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/133405464989268780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=133405464989268780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/133405464989268780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/133405464989268780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4865430963985098115</id><published>2009-02-08T12:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:14:32.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog update'/><title type='text'>Work work!</title><content type='html'>Exams are in a few days time, and only now I'm starting trying to study. Pathetic isn't it? Anyway, I've made a few changes to my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) twitter updates - these are micro-blog posts, taken from twitter, real time. simply put, &amp;nbsp;these are quick, frequent answers to one simple question: what am i doing? sign up at &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;twitter.com&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) music from blip.fm - my own playlist press play to listen to full songs, most of them stream pretty fast. i removed last.fm because it doesn't allow you full control over songs eg pause, rewind, etc. sign up at &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/"&gt;blip.fm&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) blog. i've added links for easier browsing through my archives. blog titles are also clickable for links. i think i'm going to be blogging on more subjects other than me...mainly because i'm pretty bored, and i'm boring, but still, i think it'll help my english skills that are slowly rapidly deteriorating in polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now, i best concentrate on my exams. good luck all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4865430963985098115?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4865430963985098115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4865430963985098115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4865430963985098115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4865430963985098115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-work.html' title='Work work!'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bukit Timah, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.3279393387821246 103.79290580749512</georss:point><georss:box>1.3172133387821245 103.77831480749512 1.3386653387821246 103.80749680749511</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4719041783680222371</id><published>2009-02-08T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:29:03.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog update'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm updating my blogskin as well as a few other things. So far, only my twitter updates doesn't seem to work. Also you'll now be able to find my blog on google. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to write on a few topics soon. Need everything to be shipshape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4719041783680222371?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4719041783680222371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4719041783680222371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4719041783680222371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4719041783680222371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7298648406894147611</id><published>2009-02-06T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:30:02.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting lately, well, because there's not really much to blog about. It's just very cold. They huddle together, close to the fire. And me? I'm just wandering out in cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7298648406894147611?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7298648406894147611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7298648406894147611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7298648406894147611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7298648406894147611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-havent-been-posting-lately-well.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4251144015302798097</id><published>2009-02-02T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:29:57.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I'm very worried.</title><content type='html'>About my upcoming exams :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4251144015302798097?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4251144015302798097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4251144015302798097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4251144015302798097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4251144015302798097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-very-worried.html' title='I&amp;#39;m very worried.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-6349786788072303340</id><published>2009-01-30T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:29:50.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Where is the Love?</title><content type='html'>I wonder if I'll ever be able to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-6349786788072303340?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6349786788072303340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=6349786788072303340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6349786788072303340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6349786788072303340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the Love?'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-2743236164387042085</id><published>2009-01-29T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:29:47.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Visitng our past</title><content type='html'>Pokémon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=DTBesKxPiX8#5296562722688906418"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SYEru-BytLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v-vWbQ4CKKc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-2743236164387042085?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2743236164387042085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=2743236164387042085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2743236164387042085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2743236164387042085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/visitng-our-past.html' title='Visitng our past'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SYEru-BytLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v-vWbQ4CKKc/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7160743308190714895</id><published>2009-01-29T08:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:29:34.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Facebook is rapidly gaining much of my friends' attention. After spending a fruitless 1 week playing and exploring the extent of facebook's (pathetic) games, I conclude that it was wasted. Let's take the game my class is currently all talking/playing about: Mafia Wars. Mafia Wars is like a turn base game-you do jobs and fight other mafia for experience points to level up. Although there are a large variety of jobs to do, you need to meet certain pre-requsites like the amoun of gang members you have etc. After that, out just click click and click. Doing that for every level(each level requires more exp points) and it gets very very boring and repetive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all most games in Facebook. But don't hesitate to invite me for any intellectual games.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A Post From My iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7160743308190714895?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7160743308190714895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7160743308190714895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7160743308190714895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7160743308190714895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4252974849043899352</id><published>2009-01-28T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:12:33.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going out</title><content type='html'>I love hanging out with my friends. It's really fun. Like last night. Just please plan earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4252974849043899352?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4252974849043899352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4252974849043899352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4252974849043899352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4252974849043899352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-out.html' title='Going out'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-3595697844431920237</id><published>2009-01-26T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:58:25.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year has gone to the dogs. </title><content type='html'>And it just has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-3595697844431920237?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3595697844431920237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=3595697844431920237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3595697844431920237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3595697844431920237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-has-gone-to-dogs.html' title='Chinese New Year has gone to the dogs. '/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7476122080070629439</id><published>2009-01-19T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:26:00.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with myself</title><content type='html'>"Hey, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, you? " &lt;br /&gt;"Doing well. Are you free later?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...yes I am."&lt;br /&gt;"Dinner?" &lt;br /&gt;"Sure, why not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7476122080070629439?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7476122080070629439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7476122080070629439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7476122080070629439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7476122080070629439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/talking-with-myself.html' title='Talking with myself'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1198312624824029231</id><published>2009-01-19T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:45:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth </title><content type='html'>Always it seems, that the truth is found behind your back. And it's never said straight to your face. Don't you hate the people "friend" who talks behind your back, and you only find out from your true friends? It's detestable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll blog abt where I've been a little later. I've been pretty busy :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1198312624824029231?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1198312624824029231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1198312624824029231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1198312624824029231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1198312624824029231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth.html' title='Truth '/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-899529432042432393</id><published>2009-01-15T09:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:23:36.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time keep moving</title><content type='html'>Everyone seems to be moving with time - forward. And I wish I could turn back time, 2 years back and follow my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-899529432042432393?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/899529432042432393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=899529432042432393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/899529432042432393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/899529432042432393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-keep-moving.html' title='Time keep moving'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7530620175802744912</id><published>2009-01-12T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:32:16.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>I really need to start sleeping earlier. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; I need my shuteye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7530620175802744912?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7530620175802744912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7530620175802744912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7530620175802744912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7530620175802744912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-8017887560176370204</id><published>2009-01-12T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:31:35.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wondered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;... what happens to a man&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;when he spills his heart on a page&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;he watches words flow away&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;then&amp;nbsp;his feelings lie on the page alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;there waiting for someone who cares to read them&lt;br /&gt;to open their eyes to see them&lt;br /&gt;to see if they can make his thoughts their own&lt;br /&gt;to find out that maybe your life's not perfect,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;maybe it's not worth what he gives away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... what happens to a soul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;when&amp;nbsp;it's trapped inside his emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and all of these words he's spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;bind him to the life he's left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And every new step he takes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he knows that he might not make it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to all of these dreams that he has yet to find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;things said. actions speaks. tension grows.&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/3507868169255345090-8017887560176370204?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8017887560176370204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=8017887560176370204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8017887560176370204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8017887560176370204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='Have you ever wondered...'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-9101385432708827828</id><published>2009-01-08T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:25:52.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Bruges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6b/In_bruges_post.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6b/In_bruges_post.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Summary:&amp;nbsp;Bruges, the most well-preserved medieval city in the whole of Belgium, is a welcoming destination for travellers from all over the world. But for hit men Ray and Ken, it could be their final destination; a difficult job has resulted in the pair being ordered right before Christmas by their London boss Harry to go and cool their heels in the storybook Flemish city for a couple of weeks. Very much out of place amidst the gothic architecture, canals, and cobbled streets, the two hit men fill their days living the lives of tourists. Ray, still haunted by the bloodshed in London, hates the place, while Ken, even as he keeps a fatherly eye on Ray's often profanely funny exploits, finds his mind and soul being expanded by the beauty and serenity of the city. But the longer they stay waiting for Harry's call, the more surreal their experience becomes, as they find themselves in weird encounters with locals, tourists, violent medieval art, a dwarf American actor shooting a European art film, Dutch prostitutes, and a potential romance for Ray in the form of Chloë, who may have some dark secrets of her own. And when the call from Harry does finally come, Ken and Ray's vacation becomes a life-and-death struggle of darkly comic proportions and surprisingly emotional consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;In Bruges is a good film. Go see it.&amp;nbsp;At the very least, it'll make you want to visit Bruges. A pity it wasn't release in Singapore. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;l288&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-9101385432708827828?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9101385432708827828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=9101385432708827828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/9101385432708827828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/9101385432708827828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-bruges.html' title='In Bruges'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-8876885362421302639</id><published>2009-01-07T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:19:45.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 lessons I just learnt</title><content type='html'>1) Never leave things to the last minute. Especially presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you have an idea about wrapping a present, try it out 1st. Never assume that it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Never assume that your school's Popular has everything you need for wrapping a present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Gin &amp; Tonic is meant to be drunk in small sips, larger than when drinking wine, but smaller than shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. Safe voyage to everyone who's going on a holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-8876885362421302639?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8876885362421302639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=8876885362421302639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8876885362421302639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8876885362421302639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-lessons-i-just-learnt.html' title='4 lessons I just learnt'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-149379985604529338</id><published>2009-01-06T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:11:04.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Back in school</title><content type='html'>I'm back in school. Sigh. Wish it was more intersting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/leader288/AreYouConnected?authkey=DTBesKxPiX8#5288012632927578658'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SWLLePltKiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7HehnF_oCHE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-149379985604529338?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/149379985604529338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=149379985604529338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/149379985604529338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/149379985604529338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-school.html' title='Back in school'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SWLLePltKiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7HehnF_oCHE/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-603608305963061579</id><published>2009-01-03T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:28:07.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its arrived.</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;It just sounds so good. The perfect friend for my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning in the drivers now: there won't be much change, but all the same, a little burn in never hurts anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics and my thoughts about it after I've tested it for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-603608305963061579?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/603608305963061579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=603608305963061579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/603608305963061579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/603608305963061579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-arrived.html' title='Its arrived.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-8710515907394433614</id><published>2009-01-02T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:40:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I promise you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I'm always there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;When your heart is filled with sorrow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;And despair&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;And I'll carry you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;When you need a friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-8710515907394433614?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8710515907394433614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=8710515907394433614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8710515907394433614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8710515907394433614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-promise-you-im-always-there-when-your.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1111627608468225869</id><published>2009-01-01T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:36:12.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New's Years Gift</title><content type='html'>Ordered it on the 31st, I'm hoping it'll arrive tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a new year consolation I guess :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.appleinsider.com/ipod2008-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://images.appleinsider.com/ipod2008-1.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1111627608468225869?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1111627608468225869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1111627608468225869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1111627608468225869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1111627608468225869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/news-years-gift.html' title='A New&apos;s Years Gift'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-8249502668077600657</id><published>2009-01-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:27:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt</title><content type='html'>Its finally coming out! I think this is the most anticipated movie for me this January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinematical.com/media/2008/08/doubtteaseredit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://www.cinematical.com/media/2008/08/doubtteaseredit.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Patrick Shanley brings his Pulitzer Prize and Tony Award winning play to the screen as a gripping story about the quest for truth, the forces of change, and the devastating consequences of blind justice in an age defined by moral conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academy Award winning screenwriter John Patrick Shanley (Moonstruck) adapted his own play for the screen and directs DOUBT, starring Meryl Streep, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Amy Adams and Viola Davis. The film is produced by Scott Rudin and Mark Roybal, with Celia Costas as executive producer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-8249502668077600657?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8249502668077600657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=8249502668077600657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8249502668077600657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8249502668077600657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/doubt.html' title='Doubt'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-6426991063606966589</id><published>2008-12-31T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:35:11.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's new year's eve</title><content type='html'>They ask, why am i doing anything. I say, it doesn't matter. They say, it does. I reply, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel like I might be lying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-6426991063606966589?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6426991063606966589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=6426991063606966589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6426991063606966589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6426991063606966589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-new-years-eve.html' title='It&apos;s new year&apos;s eve'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-6424479933216635791</id><published>2008-12-31T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:48:13.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Twilight The Score</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundtrackgeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="95" src="http://soundtrackgeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/cover.jpg" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This score does not disappoint. If you're a fan of the film, then the score is a wonderful way of taking the movie with you, so to speak. From the opening scenes ("How I Would Die") to the breathtaking conclusion ("Edward at her Bed"), this score covers the various moods, emotions, suspense and romance of the film. To truly get the full musical experience of the film, you really would want to get this and the original soundtrack because these two go hand-in-hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amidst all the darkness is a slightly dissonant piano motif representing the love of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen. This piano motif can be heard numerous times throughout the score, though the most obvious (and beautiful) usage is in the track entitled Bella’s Lullaby, which would appear to be the gem of this entire album. In the film and novel, the lullaby is supposedly written and played for Bella by her vampire lover. Its dark, tormented sound, is certainly quite gorgeous and moving, and is the highlight of the score as presented here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I seem to detect a hint of loneliness in there. Could me be just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;l288&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/3507868169255345090-6424479933216635791?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6424479933216635791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=6424479933216635791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6424479933216635791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6424479933216635791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-score.html' title='Twilight The Score'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1806292174406144495</id><published>2008-12-29T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:11:46.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Phase, phasorwhat?</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ExYIjQt4yMD4r-YKHX4L8g?authkey=DTBesKxPiX8'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SV3QOpnBl3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/d_jLTtuxlGE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1806292174406144495?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1806292174406144495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1806292174406144495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1806292174406144495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1806292174406144495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/phase-phasorwhat.html' title='Phase, phasorwhat?'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SV3QOpnBl3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/d_jLTtuxlGE/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7720722155559662099</id><published>2008-12-29T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:13:03.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Teaching is useless</title><content type='html'>As if I don't know what an electric shock is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/08/12/29/50.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/08/12/29/s_50.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- Post From My iPhone in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7720722155559662099?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7720722155559662099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7720722155559662099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7720722155559662099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7720722155559662099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/teaching-is-useless.html' title='Teaching is useless'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-643693943432765957</id><published>2008-12-28T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:28:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>Sick. Just came back from the doctor. Drink lots of water and I should be ok. Gtg: water parade time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-643693943432765957?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/643693943432765957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=643693943432765957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/643693943432765957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/643693943432765957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/urgh.html' title='urgh'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7585352689816648935</id><published>2008-12-28T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:23:29.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll let the pics do the talking :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://resources.vr-zone.com/image_deposit/up2/12304616632ec0be2f2e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://resources.vr-zone.com/image_deposit/up2/12304616632ec0be2f2e.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;small, and it doesn't rattle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SVdbEGYmM6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/DRjEkKN8t-8/s1600-h/Photo+68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SVdbEGYmM6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/DRjEkKN8t-8/s320/Photo+68.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....hmm..looks kinda familiar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SVdbEnWSY2I/AAAAAAAAADY/KMDiIDljk8M/s1600-h/Photo+69.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SVdbEnWSY2I/AAAAAAAAADY/KMDiIDljk8M/s320/Photo+69.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8GB of awesomeness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7585352689816648935?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7585352689816648935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7585352689816648935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7585352689816648935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7585352689816648935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-let-pics-do-talking-p-small-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SVdbEGYmM6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/DRjEkKN8t-8/s72-c/Photo+68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-5953027611597144057</id><published>2008-12-27T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:08:06.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry Fish. Yummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/08/12/27/116.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/08/12/27/s_116.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating curry fish now. Posting thanks to Malaysia's un-intellectual rights to wifi. Wherever there are homes, there is always open networks. Don't you love technology incompetent people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-5953027611597144057?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5953027611597144057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=5953027611597144057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/5953027611597144057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/5953027611597144057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/curry-fish-yummm.html' title='Curry Fish. Yummm...'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1546598376558675836</id><published>2008-12-26T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:35:41.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>I had such a weird dream last night. As nice as it might be, it was very very weird. Must   be all the western tv shows getting to my head I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like about western tv shows that it shows me how open we can be. Truth is, in Singapore, you'd find only one in a thousand that is as open as Eurasians are. And I'm pretty lucky to know a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days to new year, and my diary is as blank as ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1546598376558675836?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1546598376558675836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1546598376558675836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1546598376558675836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1546598376558675836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing Day'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7085584169082408479</id><published>2008-12-24T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:25:21.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Malaysia, ok. Chinese? Hell no. </title><content type='html'>Ah shit. Tomorrow is going to e the worst Christmas ever. A christian service held in Chinese &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7085584169082408479?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7085584169082408479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7085584169082408479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7085584169082408479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7085584169082408479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-malaysia-ok-chinese-hell.html' title='Christmas in Malaysia, ok. Chinese? Hell no. '/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-2923507430759912939</id><published>2008-12-24T20:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:00:06.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Flightless Bird, American Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was a quick wet boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Diving too deep for coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All of your street light eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wide on my plastic toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then when the cops closed the fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I cut my long baby hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Stole me a dog-eared map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And called for you everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Have I found you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Flightless bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jealous, weeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Or lost you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;American mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Big pill looming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now I'm a fat house cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nursing my sore blunt tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Watching the warm poison rats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Curl through the wide fence cracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kissing on magazine photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blood of Christ mountain stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 13.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Have I found you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Flightless bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Grounded, bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Or lost you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;American mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Big pill, stuck going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amazing song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/groovyshoe/music/m-dCqN30/iron_wine_flightless_bird_american_mouth/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;I wish I could stop thinking of you. But I can't. How do I open up&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;l288&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-2923507430759912939?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2923507430759912939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=2923507430759912939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2923507430759912939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2923507430759912939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/flightless-bird-american-mouth.html' title='Flightless Bird, American Mouth'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Kota Bharu, Kelantan, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>6.104114112671147 102.24070072174072</georss:point><georss:box>6.103447612671147 102.23978872174072 6.1047806126711475 102.24161272174072</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1182641387806875257</id><published>2008-12-23T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:17:22.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Malaysia, with love. </title><content type='html'>Hey there everyone in the sunny island of Singapore: Merry Christmas! I'm stuck with my parents. We're heading up to Kota Bahru tomorrow-7 hours of driving. Blogging from Old Taste, Taipan, Subang Jaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/08/12/23/87.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/08/12/23/s_87.jpg' border='0' width='279' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;  -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1182641387806875257?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1182641387806875257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1182641387806875257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1182641387806875257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1182641387806875257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-malaysia-with-love.html' title='From Malaysia, with love. '/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-2335915522898813418</id><published>2008-12-23T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:49:05.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Yes! No! Yes! Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/yes-man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/yes-man.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is Jim Carrey's first full-blown, comedy-movie that he has done in 3 years. And he has not lost his magic. The movie is enjoyable enough for what it is and nothing more: a comedy. There are flat performances in the film, false situations and bad lines, but the laughs are there and the message about personal transformation is timeless. Nice film: go in huge groups and fill the theater. Or with really good friends (I did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot for the company. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3507868169255345090-2335915522898813418?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2335915522898813418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=2335915522898813418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2335915522898813418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2335915522898813418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-no-yes-yes.html' title='Yes! No! Yes! Yes!'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-5979083233140066197</id><published>2008-12-23T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:49:38.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I'm&amp;nbsp;afraid,&amp;nbsp;after&amp;nbsp;thinking&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;re-watching&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;movie&amp;nbsp;twilight,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;take&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;said&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;movie; for those who forgot, I said that&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;pretty&amp;nbsp;bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmonic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/twilight1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://filmonic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/twilight1.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not the 'target audience' (teenage girls) , &amp;nbsp;and I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but I realized I liked it. The special effects are still laughable, but the story is emotionally gripping and true. The soundtrack is really nice and compliments the movie very well. The screenwriter does a decent job adapting the first book in Meyer's series, and despite a tendency toward cheesy effects, the director keeps things moving swiftly. I have to say, it's disappointing when a big-screen romance can't match up to the one in your imagination, created by the book. But at least the story surrounding this movie remains generally unshaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it if you can. And bring a loved one along, if you have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-5979083233140066197?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5979083233140066197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=5979083233140066197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/5979083233140066197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/5979083233140066197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7352391307292459443</id><published>2008-12-22T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:44:18.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Christmas and Me are Through</title><content type='html'>The latest episode of Chuck, “Chuck versus Santa Claus”, included a really amazing song at the end that perfectly captured the poignancy of the ending of the episode- something that caught my &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;eye&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I watched it, I could little info about the song. Thankfully, now there is information all over the place. The song is “Christmas and Me Are Through” by Your Vegas. Lovely. Unfortunately,&amp;nbsp;it’s not on their debut album. After an hour of searching, I finally found it on &lt;a href="http://www.thesixtyone.com/YourVegas/song/Christmas+And+Me+Are+Through/38075/"&gt;thesixtyone.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(click to listen to it!)&amp;nbsp;, where you can either listen to it streaming on the site or you can download it. It seems that the band themselves are OK with the MP3 being available for free, since it isn’t available on iTunes or on an actual album. I think that’s really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging a little deeper I found that Your Vegas is a alternative/rock band. Interestingly,&amp;nbsp;alternative/rock music makes up almost half of my current library. So obtained the band's debut album: A Town and Two Cities. The music is amazing. Its like a wonderful composition of ambience and sound. They're similar with coldplay, but unlike coldplay, the lead singer is always the main focus of the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the music seems to describe this year's christmas accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Found the player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="310" height="120" data="http://www.thesixtyone.com/site_media/swf/song_player_embed.swf?song_id=38075" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.thesixtyone.com/site_media/swf/song_player_embed.swf?song_id=38075" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen: on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thesixtyone.com/YourVegas/song/Christmas+And+Me+Are+Through/38075/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;thesixtyone.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(autoplay)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;on &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/ilike/artist/Your+Vegas/track/Christmas+And+Me+Are+Through!"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(autoplay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Laugh a little louder&lt;br /&gt;Sing a little prouder&lt;br /&gt;See you in the Rose and Crown&lt;br /&gt;We’ll raise a glass to this old town&lt;br /&gt;Home is where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;The end is where the start is&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy holiday&lt;br /&gt;Remember, boy, to smile when you frown&lt;br /&gt;Out by the old church&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them sing&lt;br /&gt;Long live the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;There’s no Christmas here anymore&lt;br /&gt;Put the bells away&lt;br /&gt;Burn the sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Throw the presents out of my door&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos she’s gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything they said was true&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and me are through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why’d you go and leave me&lt;br /&gt;I guess you didn’t need me&lt;br /&gt;Funny when you did it hey&lt;br /&gt;All alone on Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where the time goes&lt;br /&gt;Dressing in the same clothes&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the turkey tastes&lt;br /&gt;With lunches from the microwave cold&lt;br /&gt;Down by the old school&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them sing&lt;br /&gt;Love killed the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus, Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;There’s no Christmas here anymore&lt;br /&gt;Put the bells away&lt;br /&gt;Burn the sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Throw the presents out of my door&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos she’s gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything they said was true&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and me are through&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and me are through&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and me are through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus, Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;There’s no Christmas here anymore&lt;br /&gt;Put the bells away&lt;br /&gt;Burn the sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Throw the presents out of my door&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos she’s gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything they said was true&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee are through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to it on repeat of times now. Play count is at 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7352391307292459443?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7352391307292459443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7352391307292459443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7352391307292459443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7352391307292459443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/latest-episode-of-chuck-chuck-versus.html' title='Christmas and Me are Through'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>112C Sixth Ave, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.3278043 103.7925407</georss:point><georss:box>1.3224413 103.7852452 1.3331673 103.7998362</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4670565803628976209</id><published>2008-12-17T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:54:28.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got to get away from it all. And watching romance films is not helping either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;  -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4670565803628976209?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4670565803628976209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4670565803628976209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4670565803628976209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4670565803628976209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-got-to-get-away-from-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1509024079670289273</id><published>2008-12-16T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:15:34.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sometime wish that i could blog more. reality is, i live a relatively uninteresting life. zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1509024079670289273?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1509024079670289273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1509024079670289273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1509024079670289273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1509024079670289273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-sometime-wish-that-i-could-blog-more.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1301946424501347685</id><published>2008-12-15T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:51:27.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm looking for someone. or for a way out. can anyone help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddad was admitted to hospital today. He's starting his treatment tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1301946424501347685?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1301946424501347685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1301946424501347685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1301946424501347685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/1301946424501347685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-looking-for-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-6640792674706099958</id><published>2008-12-12T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:11:07.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays at last...</title><content type='html'>No more school! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.....I'm looking forward to the holidays and spending more time with graddad and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, will it last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-6640792674706099958?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6640792674706099958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=6640792674706099958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6640792674706099958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6640792674706099958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-at-last.html' title='Holidays at last...'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4401932022954115329</id><published>2008-12-11T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:19:44.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A look into life. </title><content type='html'>My granddad has cancer. It not really surprising, considering most of his brothers or sister(my uncles and aunty) who are dead, died from cancer. It seems that cancer have a certain soft spot for my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much. I really do. He's been there forever, and the fact that it might just end has shaken me. It's making me look at everything so differently. It's making me scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4401932022954115329?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4401932022954115329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4401932022954115329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4401932022954115329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4401932022954115329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-into-life.html' title='A look into life. '/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-549921294954703827</id><published>2008-12-10T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:55:56.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Stomach's acting up. I think it's something I ate yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-549921294954703827?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/549921294954703827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=549921294954703827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/549921294954703827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/549921294954703827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-6265064148854619681</id><published>2008-12-08T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:26:10.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>was at cliff's house for most of today and yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday: left 4 dead is an interesting and challenging run-away-from-zombie game and a great multiplayer co-op for gatherings.&amp;nbsp;spent&amp;nbsp;most of it shouting/screaming for help. didn't help that *ahem*'s 505 watts 5.1 speaker Z-5500 surround sound was turned all the way on -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poker today: i WON! omg. finally after like a dry spell since my first time i finally won. not much though. $26 :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;no one to spend it with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming...but it's still pretty&amp;nbsp;lonely...it seems that i'm, going to be out of country for christmas in malaysia AGAIN. gift exchange anyone? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i need to get over it-no doubt. the question is how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-6265064148854619681?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6265064148854619681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=6265064148854619681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6265064148854619681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6265064148854619681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-283210635963569677</id><published>2008-12-07T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:39:03.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Holidays? I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/08/12/07/19.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/08/12/07/s_19.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-283210635963569677?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/283210635963569677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=283210635963569677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/283210635963569677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/283210635963569677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-3807213241360430460</id><published>2008-11-24T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:34:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts</title><content type='html'>blogging from school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days to go. yeah, it is THE MSTs but, i do not think i'll do well. i mean, after all that has happened, i'm not in the mood to study right now. i'm hardly listening durning classes. case in point, right now. the lecturer is muttering something about out personal-based-independent-learning thing and i'm blogging. bored? no. trying to reach out to someone? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, most people in class thinks i'm smart. i'm not. everything you see me do is fake. its not true. its not what i am. and i hate myself for making people think that i am. i sometimes wonder if this&amp;nbsp;is all true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. &amp;nbsp;i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to go home. sleep and forget everything. but i have to study, because it what i do. and i hate it. but its what i do and i must do it. this is screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must try to think more positively-look forward to something. no idea what it is. could you help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-3807213241360430460?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3807213241360430460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=3807213241360430460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3807213241360430460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3807213241360430460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-thoughts.html' title='some thoughts'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-3632374069483643317</id><published>2008-11-20T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:38:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>society is screwed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-3632374069483643317?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3632374069483643317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=3632374069483643317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3632374069483643317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3632374069483643317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/society-is-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-398726300914163523</id><published>2008-11-19T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:57:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found this on my friend's blog...just browsing around I guess (I'm supposed to be studying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riight..this freaks me out. I think I better get back to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lw88&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-398726300914163523?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/398726300914163523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=398726300914163523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/398726300914163523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/398726300914163523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/found-this-on-my-friends-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-1522233285803043646</id><published>2008-11-17T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:25:26.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Life's a roller coaster for most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me, I'm trying to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Say things that I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Just don't know how to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your day is long and the night, the night is yours alone&lt;br /&gt;When you're sure you've had enough of this life&lt;br /&gt;Well, hang on, don't let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong, now it's time to sing along&lt;br /&gt;When your day is night alone, if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on, hold on, hold on)&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life, well, hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts, take comfort in your friends&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts, don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish we could go back to the start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope still lingers on&lt;br /&gt;I drink myself of newfound pity&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone in the city&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk up on high&lt;br /&gt;And I step to the edge&lt;br /&gt;To see my world below&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh at myself&lt;br /&gt;While the tears roll down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's the world I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-1522233285803043646?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1522233285803043646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=1522233285803043646' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work load is as slack as ever, at least there are a few projects that i'm doing that can keep my poor mind off some other stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you describe my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-5024156311305626530?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5024156311305626530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=5024156311305626530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/5024156311305626530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/5024156311305626530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-few-weeks.html' title='last few weeks'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7077606166381087603</id><published>2008-11-01T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:43:38.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Tell me&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;What am I feeling &lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;What is happening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay in bed&lt;br /&gt;As I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I ponder why&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I dare to think&lt;br /&gt;Over so many things&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered about&lt;br /&gt;letting go forgetting everything&lt;br /&gt;over many things already 18 and have acomplished nothing much&lt;br /&gt;very always think of the same thing whenever I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;everytime every single time&lt;br /&gt;young I am not learn binary&lt;br /&gt;octal languages are boring&lt;br /&gt;unless the moon is very beautiful tonight like you&lt;br /&gt;o   n&lt;br /&gt;r    o&lt;br /&gt;     t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7077606166381087603?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7077606166381087603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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describe</title><content type='html'>...like being strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like watching a movie alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like wondering "what if"s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like being cast in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like hugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-6125430336466105650?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6125430336466105650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=6125430336466105650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the last weekend&lt;br /&gt;Of the last week&lt;br /&gt;Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced&lt;br /&gt;Another sun soaked season fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitation only&lt;br /&gt;Grand Farewells&lt;br /&gt;Crush the best one&lt;br /&gt;Of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed&lt;br /&gt;Too early to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the ball room floor&lt;br /&gt;We are in celebration&lt;br /&gt;One good stretch before our hibernation&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams assured and we all&lt;br /&gt;Will sleep well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen &lt;br /&gt;you have stolen &lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch you spin around&lt;br /&gt;In your highest heels&lt;br /&gt;You are the best one&lt;br /&gt;Of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;br /&gt;Look&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7181635470216673376?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7181635470216673376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7181635470216673376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7181635470216673376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7181635470216673376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-awhile_23.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-2279710745824918885</id><published>2008-10-23T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:47:40.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch the season&lt;br /&gt;Pull up its own stakes&lt;br /&gt;And catch the last weekend&lt;br /&gt;Of the last week&lt;br /&gt;Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced&lt;br /&gt;Another sun soaked season fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitation only&lt;br /&gt;Grand Farewells&lt;br /&gt;Crush the best one&lt;br /&gt;Of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed&lt;br /&gt;Too early to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the ball room floor&lt;br /&gt;We are in celebration&lt;br /&gt;One good stretch before our hibernation&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams assured and we all&lt;br /&gt;Will sleep well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen &lt;br /&gt;you have stolen &lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch you spin around&lt;br /&gt;In your highest heels&lt;br /&gt;You are the best one&lt;br /&gt;Of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;br /&gt;Look&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-2279710745824918885?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2279710745824918885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=2279710745824918885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2279710745824918885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2279710745824918885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-8195597863201940915</id><published>2008-10-11T11:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:07:28.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>So far..</title><content type='html'>i've been camping out over at leonard's house for the last 3 days with kj. mainly because we're all trying to install windows xp and company of heros on our macs, and its been a pretty long time since any of us touched it. as usual, xp behaved like xp, and we spent well over 2 days trying to make it work. at least now its working.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just wanna go out. weieteh hdedr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school is starting in 2 days time. i'm cleaning up my room, but there's so many things i want to keep, i end up rearranging my room instead of throwing things away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could say that i was truly looking forward to it, but i can't. don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-8195597863201940915?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8195597863201940915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=8195597863201940915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8195597863201940915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8195597863201940915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-far.html' title='So far..'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-6496936562190241196</id><published>2008-10-04T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:42:12.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>so many questions, so little answers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-6496936562190241196?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6496936562190241196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=6496936562190241196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6496936562190241196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6496936562190241196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7543100255703149547</id><published>2008-10-03T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:41:45.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>..from chalet. and what we did was rather interestingly amazing. we rented bikes from changi at 9pm thursday night, cycled using the park connector network (pcn) all the way down to east coast park, then to fort road, kallang, nicholl highway, F1 pitstop track, esplanade, lau pa sat, had some refreshment, and then cycled all the way back by 8am friday morning. my friend reckons that we did 56km (google maps), but i think i was about 40 or so....but but but, this is the 1st time that i've ever stayed up sooo long! amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now. back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l288&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/3507868169255345090-7543100255703149547?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7543100255703149547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7543100255703149547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7543100255703149547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7543100255703149547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-3260756990386233652</id><published>2008-10-02T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:02:39.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet II</title><content type='html'>ok, i've shifted to the sliding door. its soo much better here...i've added google adsense to the blog, the links are on the right. if  could so kindly click on it so that i can earn a little $$...thanks!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-3260756990386233652?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3260756990386233652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=3260756990386233652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3260756990386233652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3260756990386233652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/chalet-ii.html' title='Chalet II'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-3102252896883182620</id><published>2008-10-02T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:42:15.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>BOOORRING...and somehow the chalet room is a deadzone for 3G connection...that means I'm blogging via GPRS using my mac -.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arggh..internet is soooo slow...i need to find a better spot in the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l288&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/3507868169255345090-3102252896883182620?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3102252896883182620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=3102252896883182620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3102252896883182620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3102252896883182620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-245191943242983342</id><published>2008-10-01T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:28:21.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm out of money.  And i have my class' chalet tday. i'm.so.broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;l288&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-245191943242983342?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/245191943242983342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=245191943242983342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/245191943242983342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/245191943242983342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/away.html' title='Away'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-4258280762303462623</id><published>2008-09-29T08:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:31:05.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formula'/><title type='text'>Now I know what speed is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I attended F1 in the end. It was ironic really - I tried getting work there, but ended up being there as part of the crowd. The seat I got was in rather lucky position, it was right at the starting line, opposite the McLaren pit stop. Took a lot of pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SOAiFvH848I/AAAAAAAAACk/iYK82MwDVxY/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SOAiFvH848I/AAAAAAAAACk/iYK82MwDVxY/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251234647458505666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm..he reminds me of someone..Austin Powers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SOAiGN-w6NI/AAAAAAAAACs/zJYK5MsUSiI/s1600-h/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SOAiGN-w6NI/AAAAAAAAACs/zJYK5MsUSiI/s320/IMG_2060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251234655741470930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some international band, no idea who they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;will post more later..once i sort out the pics that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;all in all, F1 was quite an event. the speed and the sound of the cars were just amazing. 20 V8 engines revving at the same time was like :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-4258280762303462623?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4258280762303462623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=4258280762303462623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4258280762303462623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/4258280762303462623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-i-know-what-speed-is.html' title='Now I know what speed is.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKy8TgxA_qI/SOAiFvH848I/AAAAAAAAACk/iYK82MwDVxY/s72-c/IMG_2053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-690651908532121039</id><published>2008-09-27T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:49:46.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>it makes things all the more exciting. but not enjoying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;competition is always a constant  when you're dealing with others. it really funny, because when i started this post i knew i had to write something. but just don't have nothing to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of course, moaning about how next week is so full and that i try to keep sleeping early, and end up sleeping at 3 am everyday doesn't really help until i do something about it. my posts are always so short these days. it's not because that i don't have time. its just that sitting here in front of the keyboard leaves me with this feeling that i just try my best to forget about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of course, its not possible that i keep running away from it. but i try. everything i do is just a temporary distraction away from the reality, from the missing piece. is it out necessity? is it monkey see monkey do? is it real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people talk about relationships like it is worth only that much. but i don't. most of my classmates in polytechnic has already  been through a few. but not me. i know it is a long shot, a one in a billionth chance that the first is THE one, but i am holding out for the fact that it might come true. problem is, i don't know how i will know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my LTC group is pretty well bonded with each other. of course, the 4 days together on pulau sibu did work magic. a week back or so, we had a barbecue together - the sort of get-together after the camp. and after having our fun cooking, and eating, we found ourselves talking about who would we prefer dating: a person from a single sex school, or mixed. unusual topic for an 'after meal' talk, it was an interesting one. it got me thinking, and truth to be told, a few years before i would have answered 'single sex' without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hesitation; but now, i couldn't come up with a answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i still wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;i feel like i am watching everything from space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;and in a minute i'll hear my name and wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;please just see it in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;so beautiful, so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;reach out...and take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;cos i'm so tired of all this fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;l288&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/3507868169255345090-690651908532121039?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/690651908532121039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=690651908532121039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/690651908532121039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/690651908532121039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-makes-things-all-more-exciting-but.html' title='it makes things all the more exciting. but not enjoying.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7904182360809297109</id><published>2008-09-25T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:57:52.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kayak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Kayaking</title><content type='html'>i'm tan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent over 6 hours in the sea off west coast kayaking. that plus the LTC = tan. went down to poly marina with my classmates and i...kinda enjoyed it. hope that we can do it again next week or so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the new word: feth. its feth-ing emo, but i guess i'll have to endure. at least till november that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7904182360809297109?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7904182360809297109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7904182360809297109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7904182360809297109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7904182360809297109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/kayaking.html' title='Kayaking'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-2408892735195128624</id><published>2008-09-22T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:52:59.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm fine.&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/3507868169255345090-2408892735195128624?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2408892735195128624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=2408892735195128624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2408892735195128624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/2408892735195128624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-3832530354247370171</id><published>2008-09-18T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:14:53.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can't sleep. Something is bothering me. Is it me? Or just the world aound me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11px 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do you hear me? I'm talking to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11px 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Across the water, across the deep blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11px 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11px 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11px 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All that we could be, where this thing could go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11px 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Am I crazy or fallin' in love? Is it real or just another crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11px 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm starting a project now that, if successful, will be the 1st company I'll have a hand in starting. Before turning 20, that is. We're planning to keep this low key...until it gets underway :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All I can say is that my life is pretty plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I like watchin' the puddles gather rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And all I can do is just pour some tea for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And speak my point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But it's not sane, it's not sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just want someone to say to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'll always be there when you wake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#989898;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So stay with me and I'll have it made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l288&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&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/3507868169255345090-3832530354247370171?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3832530354247370171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=3832530354247370171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3832530354247370171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3832530354247370171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep_17.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-6368105100144446209</id><published>2008-09-12T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:54:53.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be who you are. Feel it.</title><content type='html'>I wondered through fiction to look for the truth&lt;br /&gt;Buried beneath all the lies&lt;br /&gt;And I stood at a distance&lt;br /&gt;To feel who you are&lt;br /&gt;Hiding myself in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold on before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Until we leave this behind&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall just be who you are&lt;br /&gt;It's all that we need in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the risk that might break you&lt;br /&gt;Is the one that would save&lt;br /&gt;A life you dont live is still lost&lt;br /&gt;So stand on the edge with me&lt;br /&gt;Hold back your fear and see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold on before its too late&lt;br /&gt;Until we leave this behind&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall just be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all that we need in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Love til you feel it&lt;br /&gt;It's all that we need in our lives&lt;br /&gt;So stand on the edge with me&lt;br /&gt;Hold back your fear and see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on before its too late&lt;br /&gt;Until we leave this behind&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall just be who you are&lt;br /&gt;It's all that we need in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on before its too late&lt;br /&gt;Until we leave this behind&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall just be who you are&lt;br /&gt;It's all that we need in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all that we need in our lives&lt;br /&gt;It's all that I need in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-6368105100144446209?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6368105100144446209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=6368105100144446209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6368105100144446209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/6368105100144446209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-who-you-are-feel-it.html' title='Be who you are. Feel it.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-7653278990254859486</id><published>2008-09-06T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:56:20.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><title type='text'>CAMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've come back from Pulau Sibu. The camp there was one of the better ones I've had in a time. And a good break from the monotony of my studies.Don't really have mucch time, so I'll post pics when i get back from Thailand on the 10th. For thoes who are having their A levels prelims, I wish you the best of luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;l288&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;'Cause I'm tryin', tryin' to walk away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;Am I crazy or fallin' in love? Is it real or just another crush?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-7653278990254859486?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7653278990254859486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=7653278990254859486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7653278990254859486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/7653278990254859486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/camp.html' title='CAMP'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-3887969411359668625</id><published>2008-08-28T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:58:23.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>exams over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been a year and a half. Time files. Thing are going to be extremely busy for the next 2 weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow - SPVC meeting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sat: Camp Briefing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sun:Rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday: More camp briefing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tue - Fri: Leaders of Tomorrow camp ( Palau Sibu)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sat - Wed: Thailand trip (Bangkok, el cheapo Reno Hotel)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, it so complicated, that I feel like giving up. But somehow, I still want to carry on. It's not easy, but special, and always rewarding. I have no idea where this road leads, but I'll follow it to the end. Every time I talk, I have no idea how to respond, how to answer or what to say. I'm always looking for that right thing to say, but I've never ever been in such a situation before, so there is nothing to base my answer on. This feels so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crush, affection, fondness, love, these are some of many classifications of a person's feelings. Why is it so hard to classify feelings?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #111111;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Confidence is not the absence of self doubt, it is controlling self doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would anyone want to hazard a guess?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;l288&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-3887969411359668625?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3887969411359668625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=3887969411359668625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3887969411359668625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/3887969411359668625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/exams-over.html' title='exams over.'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507868169255345090.post-8521995630720090980</id><published>2008-08-26T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:26:20.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz...blogging from iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net/user/f9700a3c41/post/19506/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com:80/posts.cellspin.net/posts/10450/2008/08/26/full_9c556386bc479cd12a400a27c908bda6.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net"&gt;www.cellspin.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507868169255345090-8521995630720090980?l=unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8521995630720090980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3507868169255345090&amp;postID=8521995630720090980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8521995630720090980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3507868169255345090/posts/default/8521995630720090980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unreadablefeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/zzzzblogging-from-iphone_26.html' title='Zzzz...blogging from iPhone'/><author><name>sk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
