<?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-14387068</id><updated>2011-09-24T23:56:50.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here-I-M</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KFZE</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>514</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-6491909960812613369</id><published>2010-12-26T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:42:11.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes i wonder what i'm doing...</title><content type='html'>From your actions, you didn't change much... And from my reactions, i'm still around the same... Gah... Now if only you start to learn to pamper yourself more often and allow yourself to receive things more often too... @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6491909960812613369?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6491909960812613369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6491909960812613369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6491909960812613369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6491909960812613369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-wonder-what-im-doing.html' title='Sometimes i wonder what i&apos;m doing...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6196125085108088735</id><published>2010-12-24T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T23:24:44.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH... I need some good food...</title><content type='html'>Blame the army and their horrible food... enough to leave me traumatized last week to rush not home first but freshness burger to get a bite... It didn't successfully erase the horrid taste of lunch from my mouth, but it was still very VERY good food compare lunch that day... ARGH... Thinking back still frightens me... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past short week in camp was supposed to be enjoyable, until i got fever on he first day. I was mentally recording what was happening though out the whole night cause i couldn't sleep for more than a stretch of 1 hour... It was a very interesting experience to do it in camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to recover enough in time for the final grading my close combat training. Passed and that's all for the year, besides the up coming guard duty... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... That's all for the moment, probably should get some rest already. See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6196125085108088735?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6196125085108088735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6196125085108088735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6196125085108088735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6196125085108088735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2010/12/gah-i-need-some-good-food.html' title='GAH... I need some good food...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8967773244970564949</id><published>2010-12-10T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:33:27.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Funny how easily i get convinced by certain people to do things. And how Facebook became a replacement for just about anything online, especially for though sharing and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army sucks a lot of time. It's either me-time, family-time, friends-time or army-time. Army-time is just about any other time. For example, after nua-ing at home for half a Saturday, i will go for a hair cut cause it's too long for the army. Another? After church and lunch with friends, there i go to to Mount Faber E-mart to get more army stuffs. Or maybe i would be at Fairprice looking for what can i add to my arsenal of snacks in camp... Or look for a way to get more coins for the vending machines in camp... Get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army just overwhelms your life. Not like how a girlfriend takes over, but more like a forced intrusion that you just have to address somehow. And no matter how hard you try to address it, it just never gets done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army made me pick up loads of things again, be it writing a journal, playing pokemon,playing Magic: The Gathering, or just enjoying that run again. And yes, pokemon is fun, especially when you are in the army. Cause they can't entertain you, you have to find your own source of entertainment. And who knew my platoon would be pokemon fans as well? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around another 3 to 6 months for the khaki beret, so don't go saluting me anytime soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, lets see if i have the resolve to redesign this page some other time. See yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy i blogged now? =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8967773244970564949?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8967773244970564949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8967773244970564949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8967773244970564949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8967773244970564949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6237444505406329282</id><published>2010-04-18T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:58:17.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's interesting to put my song list on shuffle. I always discover a song i've never noticed before. And recently discovered an interesting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Longer What You Require - Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYm_slpFqmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYm_slpFqmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it all we were, young lovers, we were full of trust and faith&lt;br /&gt;We were dead set on making it last forever, forever and a day.&lt;br /&gt;I recall it was fall last year when, it started to die.&lt;br /&gt;You stand still as the temperature kills, the summer strokes that were keeping it alive.&lt;br /&gt;The day got colder so I held you closer, in an effort to save us from time,&lt;br /&gt;Almost like the wind came and ruined the spark and left us in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey- I could have told you that I loved you and stay,&lt;br /&gt;around to rekindle the fire but I was late,&lt;br /&gt;on my return and now you've lost all faith.&lt;br /&gt;And I am a liar,&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer what you require.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I still feel you at night, turning in the sheets when I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;It's how it goes, the ghost of your first love wont ever leave you til the day that you die&lt;br /&gt;I wont ever live down leaving her behind even if the choice was the right one&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing staring me right in the face but I turned and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have told you that I loved you and stay,&lt;br /&gt;around to rekindle the fire but I was late&lt;br /&gt;on my return and now you've lost all faith.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am a liar,&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer what you require.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then the days were so much faster,&lt;br /&gt;we were young stubborn and in love with disaster.&lt;br /&gt;You know you cant go back even if you try,&lt;br /&gt;you better just forget it wont you close the door on me&lt;br /&gt;cause it will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;it will never be the way it was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey- I could  have told you that I loved you and stayed,&lt;br /&gt;around to rekindle the fire but I was late,&lt;br /&gt;on my return and now you've lost all faith.&lt;br /&gt;And I am a liar,&lt;br /&gt;well hey- I would have told you that I loved you and stay&lt;br /&gt;around to rekindle the fire but I was late&lt;br /&gt;on my return and now you've lost all faith.&lt;br /&gt;And I am a liar I'm no longer what you require.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm no longer what you require&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6237444505406329282?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6237444505406329282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6237444505406329282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6237444505406329282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6237444505406329282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-interesting-to-put-my-song-list-on.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-101425643201343754</id><published>2010-04-12T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:30:50.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Rant</title><content type='html'>And my return to blogging is going be a rant... Man... I just feel that civics and moral education for those secondary school students should include moving to the back of the buses... The fear of not being get of the bus is unfounded... The only reason you students can't get off the bus is because of others like you that block the entrance and exit of the bus... And come on, the next stop at the mrt station will result in about 40-50% of the people on board going down with you, how can there be no space for you to get off? Especially when u had no problem getting on in the first place? It's he peak hour, everyone else also wants to get home sooner, so PLEASE move in. And no, there is no monster at the back of the bus that will eat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question in mind would probably be uni choices... NUS electrical engine or NTU computer engine with chance of doing masters in computer science in Georgia Tech? NUS will be convenient with the circle line in future, NTU not so, being located in the middle of somewhere in somewhere... But NTU got a chance to going to US for a masters, only problem would be cost... And no too, you ain't choosing for me, i just laying my options open for think about it... Blogging used to help me think better... Need to highlight the USED TO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I need to find time to continue my robotics project... And probably a cheaper way to go to school as my bus concession is finishing soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, going to play a little pokemon before sleeping... See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-101425643201343754?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/101425643201343754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=101425643201343754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/101425643201343754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/101425643201343754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-rant.html' title='Back to Rant'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-2887718480778695526</id><published>2010-01-13T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:52:53.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in your hands</title><content type='html'>My happiness is definitely not defined by anyone out there at the moment. It once was, but i've learned that it best left in the hands of someone that cares about how i feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-2887718480778695526?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/2887718480778695526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=2887718480778695526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2887718480778695526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2887718480778695526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-in-your-hands.html' title='Not in your hands'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-4360191351985246066</id><published>2010-01-07T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:51:10.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And of all days to roll my ankle...</title><content type='html'>It just has to be on the day i was thinking of playing a little basketball... All i did was rush a little and feet landed wrong way... What's up with my legs anyway?? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been very tired and cranky recently... Doing 3 projects at the same time, all due next week... Trying to bear with certain irritating people... Insufficient sleep... NS letters screwing me up for no reason... Dad jobless... And now add strange-feeling-ankle to the list... All the damn pressure sure can drive one crazy... Provided i'm not yet crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NS people send me back a letter saying i didn't send them back the medical questionnaire, was pissed cause 1) i was tired and 2) my mom sent it for me, chances are damn low for it to be lost. So when my mom volunteered to call up to check, i accepted it... Why not? What better weapon then one's mom? In the end, they got the report already, and i don't have to go down. And since Javier had the same problem, they called him up and told him don't need to come down. Saved both our asses from the government... Phew... Didn't want to waste my time going down again... Not the most convenient of places to go to early in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad lost his job? Yup. His boss told him to either resign or face the consequences, so what choice did he have? Best part? Left his job on new year eve. Talk about an early new year present... What's so stressful about that? Try being the eldest kid/male in the family, more stuff i have to step up and do now. Why to people think i rush home earlier then usually nowadays? And i'm cutting down my spending too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it's not that i'm rude, it's just that i'm thinking a little too much at the moment, thinking of what i can do, be it to help in the family or to do my project. Too deep in though. Never knew the habit would make a comeback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the thoughts and work, throw in fatigue in the mix and you get what i am now. Of course i'll still smile, it requires less energy then frowning anyway... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about the habits of someone and suddenly the word "Nomad" comes to mind. A nomad is something like someone who wanders around, not settling down anywhere. In what way is it related to the person that came to mind? He/She wanders from group to group, moving on after attention has worn off. And the thing is that the groups didn't really exist in the first place, there were just a whole bunch of people, and the people actually communicated instead of leaving others behind. Yah, so thanks for leaving those few of us behind and not being bothered even to just ask. Thanks for not taking the effort. Now if only i could find a mirror that would reflect back what we really look like inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, i'm not angry. Just... Not angry. Can't really describe the feeling, maybe cause i'm a little too tired. I'm not pissed too. I'm just... Er... Flabbergasted? Cause now, most of the people can't be bothered to tell others off, trying to end school with a good note. But people can see what kind of who we really are, and if they are okay with you being ugly, i guess that's their standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's me or do usually girls like attention? Maybe it's that everyone likes attention, but it seems that some are more vocal, exclaiming,: "ENTERTAIN ME!!",  to some that go around flirting to get it. I don't know how you people feel, but the moment it gets to the part where you start messing with people feelings is the moment you get too far. Don't let feelings blind you, but us youth being youth, will only learn our lessons after screwing up... Oh well... The pains of growing up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like now with so many things floating around in my mind, the girls are the least of things that come to mind. I guess i used to like to think a little about the future, to daydream so as to say. But now, the present is taking up so much of thought processing it gets hard to think of stuffs that have no relation to now. I would like to think ahead, but now i prefer to take a step at a time until the storm has passed, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... And recently in church we were talking about resting in God... Now to find rest in the middle of all these chaos... Ah, the irony... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel used. Used like an item. A disposable one too. Done with what you want to do, i get thrown aside. Come on and save the Earth, stop treating everything as disposable. If everyone adopted that kind of habit, imagine how much more "cleaner" the world will be, with everyone feeling better cause they are treasured, knowing that they wouldn't b treated as disposables. Okay, i'm talking random stuff that seems to make no sense at all even after me trying to make them make sense. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... That must be a sign for me to go rest, all the mindless rambling... See yah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-4360191351985246066?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4360191351985246066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4360191351985246066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4360191351985246066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4360191351985246066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-of-all-days-to-roll-my-ankle.html' title='And of all days to roll my ankle...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6953851006513296519</id><published>2010-01-01T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:08:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of Rediscoveries, 2009</title><content type='html'>Finally this blog gets updated again. I guess i will start with the usually reflection first before the resolutions that may not be even remembered after 1 month... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;JAPAN TRIP!!! If only it was longer... T.T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FYP finally became fun (because of the Japan trip =x)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I survived more the year!! (not that it's that difficult to accomplish, but still worth  remembering)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JKL FORMATION!! =X&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can finally shoot a basketball decently, yeah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can do more than half a pull up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(fill in with what ever i forgot to mention bus worthy to be on the list)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Lowlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back stabbed by someone all too familiar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Injury prone leg... T.T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grew fatter...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(fill in stuffs i won't like to talk about... )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... That's all i can remember at the moment, but before the resolutions, let take a look at last year's resolution before proceeding to new resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;PLAY MORE GUITAR!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read bible more often&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save money regularly (Less on food... T.T)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Destroy the world&lt;/del&gt; Continue walking with God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to contribute more to Crusade? (thinking about)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put more effort into homework... Even slightly more would be good...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start training for NAPFA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete blogskin... Have to escape people stereotyping me as emo...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GET MY PAY!!! *Finds trusty knife*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think about what i want for my future. Got a few things in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use basketball more regularly, try shooting with left hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pull skates out of retirement if time allows?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STAY SINGLE (unless some how God shows me otherwise =x)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive all that have wronged me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SELF-CONTROL KELVIN, SELF-CONTROL!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improve on last year's horrible rating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Let's see... I think i have accomplish most of the list... Only minor stuffs like blogskin-ing and saving money didn't really do much about... Excuse for others i go excuse for... =x Now for this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live life to the fullest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to have fun while living life?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't give up on the guitar...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EXERCISE DAMN IT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be mentally prepared for NS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SAVE MONEY!! Especially to go back to Japan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find work before NS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get more sleep... zzzz...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Don't want to put too much expectation on myself this year, maybe because i got lazier, or just trying to realistic. Let's see how things work out as i take a step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH... For those who wondered about how my Japan trip was like, it was... Busy... Had to deal with the competition and didn't have enough time for fun or shopping thanks to the schedule and leaving the day after competition... Was fun while it lasted. First time on a plane that isn't a budget airline. First time i don't have pay for anything on the plane... Photos for the trip on Facebook, cause i'm lazy to post them up =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, arrived in the afternoon, sat an hour train trip from the Narita Airport to Akihabara, checked in and had dinner at a Yoshinoya. Never knew warm food would have felt so good... Especially to a person like me that don't like to eat hot stuffs cause it slows down my eating speed. But in Japan, the temperature seems just right... And the food always hits the right spots... Ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, went looking around in the morning before having lunch nearby and heading to the competition venue which is another 1 hour train trip away at Tsukuba... That day was just for testing of the robots. Did some slight modifications on the spot to the program. Couldn't do much due to the sheer amount of people taking part... Most of those who took part in the same competition had robots that weren't actually working... (I took part in a competition that the robot has to move along a line as fast as possible) Went back to Akihabara for dinner and more programming at night... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day, went earlier to prepare for the competition. And had to wait till afternoon for my turn... There were around 140 people taking part in that damn competition... and around half the robots there couldn't run at all... imagine staring and hoping for someone's else robot to work only to see it either not moving or crawling at a snail pace in a competition of speed... Anyway, when it reached my turn, i only have 3 minutes to run my robot 3 times... 1st time was ok, 2nd time screwed up and i almost died of a heart attack... Thank goodness my partner was there... 3rd time completed the course fast enough to be qualified for the next day. Thanks goodness i qualified... Or else i didn't know what i would have done with the next whole day free... =x My supervisor qualified for the finals of Micromouse and Robotracer(what i was in) too. Ah... I qualified as one of the bottom few... He qualified as Number 2 in both competition... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day, had to go an hour earlier cause the finals started earlier... The moment we saw the final course, we comforted ourselves with the fact that we had already qualified, and that in itself was a accomplishment... =x Anyway, of the 31 that qualified, only around half the people completed the final course, and i'm proud that my robot did so to, just maybe not at a very fast speed... the surprise of the day? My supervisor won the competition. The defending champion wasted too much of his 3 minutes on the calibration of his sensors. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day, we had half the day to shop before we had to rush to the airport... Rushed around Shinjuku and Akihabara shopping for last minute things... Should have bought more... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the summary of the trip. Remember, photos on Facebook. Not that hard to find. And that's all for now. Time to see what's happening in Lord of the Rings on TV now... See yah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6953851006513296519?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6953851006513296519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6953851006513296519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6953851006513296519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6953851006513296519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-of-rediscoveries-2009.html' title='The Year of Rediscoveries, 2009'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-324709936918573580</id><published>2009-11-03T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:27:10.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holes We Dig</title><content type='html'>Guess i don't blog as frequent as i used to, been busy with the same old thing anyway... Hopefully after Japan will be more free to do other stuffs... Like vising my usual hangout, facebook-ing like there is no tomorrow, playing basketball ot my heart's content, and the most important of all, having enough sleep.... zzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During yesterday's breakfast, an interesting topic was touched on. Never expected it to appear in actually come up at such a time. Was having breakfast/lunch/brunch with friends at this Nepalese Restaurant, when someone joined us for a while. We were just discussing about changing the method of spreading messages from emails to me messaging everybody the news, when this person asked why am i able to spare so much messages. I just happen to not message much, and the most i ever used was 300-400+, always falling less than limit offered by the plan. She then said i should have girlfriend or something. And i just said i used the most when i had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy beside me questioned if it was cause we called a lot more, and i think i kind of said yes. He said such an understanding person this girl was. And i added on that we kind of see each other almost everyday, so kind of saved on the bills too. I should have saw the next question coming, but i didn't. And what question was that? "What happened?" Er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't answer that question. Cause i didn't knew how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should start on a shopping list for Japan soon, Don't want to miss out anything along the way. Still don't really get the Hello Kitty craze. Isn't it over?? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday at a relative house, i suddenly realise how many relatives i have to buy back stuffs for. A small token will do, but the sheer amount made me realise i probably will come back with 1 more back then i went there with. Hopefully i make it through customs then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... What's up with Singtel Mio internet anyway?? It screws up my hotmail, and i can only read it in school now... I guess screwing up some web pages aren't enough, it now screws with emails too... Ought to complain sometime soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Hopefully will be able troubleshoot the problem with my program tomorrow... Driving me crazy already. Looks like have to consult the supervisor... Please don't let him be occupied by the other group for the whole day... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late. Better get to bed before i end up half dead in school tomorrow... See yah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-324709936918573580?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/324709936918573580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=324709936918573580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/324709936918573580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/324709936918573580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/11/holes-we-dig.html' title='The Holes We Dig'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-2341672639967586582</id><published>2009-10-22T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:33:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting kinda dusty here,,,</title><content type='html'>What do people look forward to here anyway?? Some people have been asking me to update my blog. I'm tempted to just end here since it's actually considered an update, but i shall not be that bad. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been busy. Busy with school project which have to be done before 4 weeks from now. Before i fly to Japan for competition for my project. Before i die from the pressure i'm putting on myself to complete it as soon as possible without getting distracted by anything or anyone. Kind of makes a a horrible person sometimes, especially when i can't think of how to settle a problem in the project, so sorry if i lost my cool or shouted at anyone, just been very tired and busy... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't know we have gone overboard until we are drowning. That's why i don't like to talk too much sometimes, cause i, like anyone, have this tendency to talk a bit too much and get carried away. Especially nowadays when my patience seems to be wearing a lot thinner lately. Ah... can only hold back for so long before i go crazy again i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched 500 Days of Summer yesterday. Was an interesting movie. It may look like a love story, but it's not really one, just a story of boy meets girl. Some parts made me laugh, other parts were tear jerking, just because i felt i could relate to the feeling, and maybe cause i watched it in the middle of the night all worn out from the day... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch the movie with someone, but didn't thought i could find someone to watch it with. Just felt weird going to watch a movie alone, even though i wanted to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder if people actually like to discriminate against certain people, or persons. That person screwed you up or is distasteful? It just seems like you are becoming like that person. What difference is there between that person and you if both of you are just as horrible? If you like being horrible then don't care about this then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i look around and i desperation. People desperate for attention. People desperate for affection. And sometimes i wonder why such desperation. Sticking around the girls with hope one will be attracted, flirting with the guys to get their attention. At the end of the day you may become the center of attraction, but at what cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I must be tried... So much nonsense today... I guess i will sleep after slacking around a bit more... See yah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-2341672639967586582?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/2341672639967586582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=2341672639967586582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2341672639967586582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2341672639967586582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-kinda-dusty-here.html' title='Getting kinda dusty here,,,'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6079008239736891588</id><published>2009-09-27T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:29:48.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like 12 at 3</title><content type='html'>When it was 3pm earlier, the sun felt like the usual noon sun... Screwed up weather... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if anyone would actually mind if their boyfriend/girlfriend had another girlfriend/boyfriend besides them. It just feels like somebody will be the third party, and whoever that may be won't really seem clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess is still don't really get some people, those that go around flirting with everyone around. It just gives off the air of desperation around them. Wonder why do they do it though... Insecure? Attention-seeking? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding one of my previous post, the one about lies. If you lied, and people found out, please admit it. It's frustrating for people and kind of stupid of you to keep denying the fact that you were lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw something interesting from the last paragraph from &lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2009/09/26/devotion.aspx"&gt;http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2009/09/26/devotion.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s better to believe in someone and have your heart broken than to have no heart at all. British poet Alfred Tennyson wrote, “ ’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why i'm still where i am, even after so many times people say those things had happen before. That's just me. And that's why i also don't agree with the operation proposed. It just drives wedges between people. I don't mind getting hurt i guess, as long as i'm being true to myself and who i am, and that the other party is fine. Damn i feel stupid all of a sudden... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i ought to have a early night tonight, going to have to come up with a new code for my robot... And maybe start on the new one too... See yah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal&lt;/span&gt;. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but have not love, I am nothing.&lt;/span&gt; 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4Love is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;, love is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kind&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does not envy&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does not boast&lt;/span&gt;, it is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not proud&lt;/span&gt;. 5It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not rude&lt;/span&gt;, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not self-seeking&lt;/span&gt;, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not easily angered&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keeps no record of wrongs&lt;/span&gt;. 6Love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does not delight in evil&lt;/span&gt; but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rejoices with the truth&lt;/span&gt;. 7It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always protects&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always trusts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always hopes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always perseveres&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love never fails&lt;/span&gt;. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13And now these three remain:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; faith, hope and love&lt;/span&gt;. But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the greatest of these is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&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/14387068-6079008239736891588?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6079008239736891588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6079008239736891588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6079008239736891588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6079008239736891588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/09/feels-like-12-at-3.html' title='Feels Like 12 at 3'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8982444257257191103</id><published>2009-09-26T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:48:50.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind Blows - The All American Rejects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xepMH7-yfk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xepMH7-yfk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got to breathe&lt;br /&gt;You can't take that from me&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all that you left that's mine&lt;br /&gt;You had to leave&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I can see&lt;br /&gt;But you told me your love was blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times&lt;br /&gt;You're so impossible that I should sign a waiver&lt;br /&gt;And you will find&lt;br /&gt;Someone worth walking on when you ask me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and there it goes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;I'll pass by but I'll go slow&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a day&lt;br /&gt;You threw our love away&lt;br /&gt;Then you passed it to someone new&lt;br /&gt;You wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;But since you wanna play&lt;br /&gt;We can finally say we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times you're so impossible and you ask me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and there it goes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;I'll pass by but I'll go slow&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can scream there's just echoes&lt;br /&gt;Pass outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sad that you let me go&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave but just know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay in solitude&lt;br /&gt;Oh What's a boy supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;I Shake the very thought of you&lt;br /&gt;Me together, I remember&lt;br /&gt;Late nights when I stayed up late&lt;br /&gt;All I do is wait and wait&lt;br /&gt;Your never coming home to me&lt;br /&gt;That's the hardest thing to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to breathe&lt;br /&gt;You can't take that from me&lt;br /&gt;We can finally say we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and there it goes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;I'll pass by but I'll go slow&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can scream there's just echoes&lt;br /&gt;Pass outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sad that you let me go&lt;br /&gt;On every face you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you ever go&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel when the wind blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8982444257257191103?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8982444257257191103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8982444257257191103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8982444257257191103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8982444257257191103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/09/wind-blows-all-american-rejects.html' title='The Wind Blows - The All American Rejects'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-5141788448813469971</id><published>2009-09-26T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:45:38.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lies We Live In</title><content type='html'>Realized the title could be used as a song title, but that's not the point today/tonight/early this morning anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us lied before, be it about the smallest things or biggest things. We lied to our parents, our friends, our teachers, those around us, and ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lied, to run away from responsibilities and consequences. We lied, so we didn't have to do much. We lied, because we are scared of what our actions will cause. We lied, for self-interest, not knowing sometimes the truth is all it takes to clear things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White lies. Are they necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we lie to others, when all that needs to be done is just to say the truth? Are we really that scared of just admitting a mistake? Hiding the truth, why does it seem to create mistrust? Is it just a natural reaction to the unknown, do not trust something when you don't know the truth? Or does the truth frighten us? The truth that might show the world who we REALLY are, exposing the lies we live in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we lie to ourselves? Is that the first step to lying to others? If we can deceive ourselves, surly we can deceive anther person? Or is it that if we keep lying to ourselves, one day we would actually really believe in it? We can say there's nothing wrong with our current situation, but why are others able to see that it's all a lie sometimes? Horrible acting or just the sub conscience need for truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself lying to myself quite often. "I don't care", when in fact, i want to jump up and settle it right away. Is that ok, to pretend to not care, when every fiber of me wants to care? Am i actually lying to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we lying to ourselves, when others see a situation outrageous, but ourselves don't think it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i lying to myself that i'm fine with the way things are proceeding when i would have liked it to be otherwise? That i'm holding up fine when there are times i wish i could just break down and cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to hide so many things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now the problem is that are we able to handle the truth when it comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-5141788448813469971?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/5141788448813469971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=5141788448813469971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5141788448813469971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5141788448813469971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/09/lies-we-live-in.html' title='The Lies We Live In'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-4039323516933264470</id><published>2009-09-17T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:52:19.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... Now what should i get for the birthday this Saturday?? Have something in mind already, now to start looking for it later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-4039323516933264470?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4039323516933264470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4039323516933264470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4039323516933264470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4039323516933264470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-795626379056221173</id><published>2009-09-10T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:16:11.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe - Taylor Swift ft Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnXrfksTjZ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnXrfksTjZ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face in my mind as I drive away,&lt;br /&gt;Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way.&lt;br /&gt;People are people,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we change our minds.&lt;br /&gt;But it's killing me to see you go after all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie,&lt;br /&gt;It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down,&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to be without you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple,&lt;br /&gt;Never easy.&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I have to,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve.&lt;br /&gt;But people are people,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it doesn't work out,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple,&lt;br /&gt;Never easy.&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I have to,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' like I just lost a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know it's not easy,&lt;br /&gt;Easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' like I just lost a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know this ain't easy,&lt;br /&gt;Easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple,&lt;br /&gt;Never easy.&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, noone here to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I have to,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry (oh) Sorry (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry (eh eh) Sorry (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry (eh eh) Sorry (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&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/14387068-795626379056221173?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/795626379056221173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=795626379056221173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/795626379056221173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/795626379056221173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/09/breathe-taylor-swift-ft-colbie-caillat.html' title='Breathe - Taylor Swift ft Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6044131846930670839</id><published>2009-09-10T02:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:50:19.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVZaA2s7xYI"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVZaA2s7xYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt; all the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; things&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; they're&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;meant to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fists held high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; would've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worked out right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never meant for do or die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want us to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;burn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; come here to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold you&lt;/span&gt;, now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want you to know&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone's gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn't have loved me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want you to move on&lt;/span&gt; so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking&lt;/span&gt; at you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makes it harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know&lt;/span&gt; that you'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't &lt;/span&gt;always make you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Started&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect kiss&lt;/span&gt; then we could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel the poison set in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect couldn't keep this love alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; so, I love you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want you to know&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone's gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn't have loved me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want you to move on&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no moving on&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already gone, already gone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already gone, already gone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;already gone&lt;/span&gt;, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt; all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things we wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;meant to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want you to know&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone's gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn't have loved me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want you to move on &lt;/span&gt;so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no moving on&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm already gone&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/14387068-6044131846930670839?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6044131846930670839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6044131846930670839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6044131846930670839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6044131846930670839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/09/already-gone-kelly-clarkson.html' title='Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-7622984981430063028</id><published>2009-09-09T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:52:23.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zr9EKJatJvA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zr9EKJatJvA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You would not believe your eyes&lt;br /&gt;If ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Lit up the world as I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause they fill the open air&lt;br /&gt;And leave teardrops everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You think me rude, but I would just stand and stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I get a thousand hugs&lt;br /&gt;From ten thousand lightning bugs&lt;br /&gt;As they try to teach me how to dance&lt;br /&gt;A foxtrot above my head&lt;br /&gt;A sockhop beneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;The disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my door open just a crack&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel like such an insomniac&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;Why do I tire of counting sheep?&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far to tired to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird cuz I hate goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;I got misty eyes as they said farewell (said farewell)&lt;br /&gt;But I know where several are&lt;br /&gt;If my dreams get real bizarre&lt;br /&gt;Cause I saved a few and I keep 'em in a jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause my dreams are bursting at the seams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Owl City&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-7622984981430063028?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/7622984981430063028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=7622984981430063028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7622984981430063028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7622984981430063028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/09/fireflies.html' title='Fireflies'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8115053604555217213</id><published>2009-08-20T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:51:53.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now in school alone, going to start digging into my dinner which i brought into the project room. Been a while since i blogged. Just could never really fine the mood or time to blog until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished most of the project design today. Submitting it in tomorrow. For now i guess it's back to studying. 3 papers... Monday, Tuesday and Friday. Hmm... concentrate on the first 2 now, then the in between period go for the last one... Simple enough plan i guess... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with pastor last Wednesday just to talk. Older people tend to have better view on things and better advice to give, not that he's very old. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about quite a few stuffs i guess, about my life and his life. He's wondering how his life will be affected by his soon-to-be-born baby. Kind of talked a little about how my current CG leaders. They, a couple, are quite interesting. There are times when you can see them bicker and the rest of the group will kind of start looking at each other. But this bickering doesn't talk much about their relationship. They have 3 kids, 2 which are around uni age and doing quite well. And the only conclusion that can be drawn from these kids are that the parents are loving, something that can be quite hard to see at times... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... Estate management off the air-con earlier then usual today... It's only 6:30pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to hide things. To have to hide usually means that it's not something that you want people to know. And usually people only only hide bad stuffs, wrong stuffs. Almost as good at lying. How would you feel if people were hiding things from you? Lying to you? Not a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's something you don't want to let me know or show me, it would be easier to just tell me to turn or go away, cause i will. I won't pester or push to know, unless you tempt me with it... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should be leaving this spot soon, eating alone in this room just feels very weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got not much left to hide i guess. It gets tiring hiding stuffs all the time. Me not hiding anything doesn't mean i will talk about everything. And i'm sure sometimes you may get your answer from the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I think i got to get out of here... Alone in Alpha Centre just feels weird... Oh well... See yah!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8115053604555217213?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8115053604555217213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8115053604555217213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8115053604555217213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8115053604555217213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-now-in-school-alone-going-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-2244825034534659110</id><published>2009-08-14T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:15:04.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile - Uncle Kracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB1UJsutvkc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB1UJsutvkc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're better then the best&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky just to linger in your light&lt;br /&gt;Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that's right&lt;br /&gt;Completely unaware&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to where you send me,&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know that it's ok, yeah it's ok&lt;br /&gt;And the moments where my good times start to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you come along&lt;br /&gt;Just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack and just like that&lt;br /&gt;You steal away the rain and just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how I lived without you&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time that I get around you&lt;br /&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you make me smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-2244825034534659110?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/2244825034534659110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=2244825034534659110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2244825034534659110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2244825034534659110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile-uncle-kracker.html' title='Smile - Uncle Kracker'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8323313824125821088</id><published>2009-08-13T08:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:39:17.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Saturday, i'm just going to "borrow" my sis' camera and just go around taking photos of anything, everything and nothing at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8323313824125821088?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8323313824125821088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8323313824125821088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8323313824125821088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8323313824125821088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-saturday-im-just-going-to-borrow-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3413270934967882313</id><published>2009-08-12T08:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:53:59.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Besides the fact that home internet will finally be set up in 2 weeks and the thing about an examiner review next week, i pretty much got nothing  else to blog about.&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;Ok, maybe i do have stuffs to blog about, or at least stuffs i wish to blog/talk/communicate about. Just wondering how much information is too much information. Got a tendency to give away too much when i get carried away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, squeeze in as many stuffs as possible in the 15 mins before class, so i'll summarize. I'm tired and sleepy. Exams coming up. Have yet to properly study. Wonder if i'm prioritizing the correct things first. Thinking about what some people said to me. Thinking too about people's action. Thinking too much apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... 1 paragraph of random thoughts in 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, meeting up with pastor later in school. Been a while since having a chat with him. Busy schedule the past few weeks... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... That's all for now bah... See yah next time i (hopefully) actually think of something to say... Talk about random updates... =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3413270934967882313?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3413270934967882313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3413270934967882313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3413270934967882313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3413270934967882313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/08/besides-fact-that-home-internet-will.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-2646752884529455905</id><published>2009-08-06T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:45:00.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to clear the cobwebs</title><content type='html'>Ah... Been a while since i blogged. Can't help it anyway, internet at home is still not fully up yet, only one person can access the internet at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new phone last Sunday. Just sent it fr servicing yesterday cause of a stuck pixel... Ah... Played with it for less than 2 days and it was, back to square 1 again... It seems like the repair is done... I wonder if i got time to collect it today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I guess i should get ready for classes now. See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-2646752884529455905?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/2646752884529455905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=2646752884529455905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2646752884529455905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2646752884529455905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-to-clear-cobwebs.html' title='Just to clear the cobwebs'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-9064624944609013796</id><published>2009-07-19T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:17:33.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to leave this place to rot for a while. Don't really have the mood to blog. Just seeing what's life going to throw at me next. Everything happens for a reason. Hopefully i'll be able to take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah around then. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-9064624944609013796?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/9064624944609013796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=9064624944609013796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/9064624944609013796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/9064624944609013796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-to-leave-this-place-to-rot-for.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6176178223881500964</id><published>2009-07-17T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:18:56.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posted up the previous post while i was still groggy from something... Either the throat infection was taking energy from my body to recover or the meds were causing it... Finally was awake enough to think about it yesterday. If ever such a girl stepped into my life, did i notice? Or was i looking somewhere else then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe i've met a girl like that once. But i've lost her. I was inexperienced. I was stupid. Didn't knew what i had still it's gone. One doesn't really get much second chances in life. Can't blame her for everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i a good guy? Quite far from it. There's still so much i don't know, so much i wish i knew how respond to, how to take care of. I shouldn't be prove that good guys exist, but that it's possible to become one. Sorry Jon that i'm not really that good guy you think i am. I'm just another normal guy trying to find his place in the world, and trying to do it without hurting anyone along the way. If it's just me getting hurt, it's fine thought, better only 1 person hurt then more than 1 feeling the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Just reflections at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to define a good guy or gal? Not really sure i guess. Just someone who genuinely want what's the best for everyone? Someone who works for the people? Someone who does what everyone wants? Someone who meets expectations? Someone who doesn't screw up other people's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions, so little answers. And here i m, still searching for the answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6176178223881500964?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6176178223881500964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6176178223881500964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6176178223881500964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6176178223881500964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/07/posted-up-previous-post-while-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8542271720011394198</id><published>2009-07-15T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:37:16.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't be fair if i didn't post this up too</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve read the tribute to the nice guys; this is my response.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don’t give it up on the first date, who don’t want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they’ve heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren’t perfect and that the guys they’re interested in aren’t either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe… maybe this time he’ll have understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don’t deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and screw up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from “there are plenty of fish in the sea,” to “time heals all wounds.” This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it’s an experience that they don’t want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they’d rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn’t care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they’re too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This one’s for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won’t because it’s easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he’s just not ready, he’s just not over her, he’s just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it’s easier to believe that it’s not that they don’t want you, it’s that they don’t want anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you’ve returned home alone, for the nights when you’ve seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he’s with to be a random hookup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn’t that he didn’t want a relationship: it was that he didn’t want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he’d realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is for the “I really like you, so let’s still be friends” comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for the hugs you’ve received from your female friends, for the nights they’ve reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you’d have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we’ve believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we’d have ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don’t think that they deserve more, because they’ve been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is what I don’t understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don’t appreciate them and don’t want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call… and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the “stalker chick” you’d met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this “nice girl” who you just cannot seem to find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you’re not looking for a nice girl. You’re not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intramural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you’re looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So don’t say you’re on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won’t answer your catcalls, sometimes you’re looking at a nice girl in whore’s clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we’re all thinking the same thing: “This isn’t me. Tomorrow morning, I’ll be wearing a t-shirt and flannel shorts, I’ll have slept alone and I’ll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me.” You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don’t want the nice girl.. so don’t say you’re looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we’re willing to extend - - but in return, we’re looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they’re running they’re chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets… the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she’s a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won’t matter), hoping against hope that maybe you’ll realize that they’re the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So maybe it won’t last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we’re waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what’s a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://iswearthistimeitsforreal.tumblr.com/post/129102418/ode-to-the-nice-girls"&gt;I'll Be There For You&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, kind of shows how dumb guys are. All of us are dumb somehow i guess, not appreciating what's around us until it's gone... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should go sleep early today... Wonder if i will recover enough ot go school tomorrow... MC covers tomorrow too so got excuse if i want to skip... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all for now. See yah next time i think of something to post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8542271720011394198?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8542271720011394198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8542271720011394198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8542271720011394198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8542271720011394198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/07/wouldnt-be-fair-if-i-didnt-post-this-up.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t be fair if i didn&apos;t post this up too'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-1308223428966740768</id><published>2009-07-13T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:42:42.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Vintage</title><content type='html'>Haven't really blogged in a while, maybe cause nowadays  every time i feel like i got something i want to say or what i feel about things, after much though decide that it's best kept inside. No use sharing the distress at the moment, don't think some people are ready to take it yet at least... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, remember what your name means... Show grace and be graceful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... Stupid paranoid nature of me is starting to come up again... I wonder what triggered it... Must be something i did recently... Ah... Time to re-learn self control... Again... But someone who will just reassure me will help too... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just came to mind recently. Don't let someone else have a hold over you. Don't let anyone manipulate you. Best way to see is to ask around, for some reason people around tend to see everything better then from your point of view. There's a reason i don't borrow too many things from people. Sometimes it gives them an opening. Not everyone is so bad, like those more honest ones. But just be careful of those who just lead you into their hands bah... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Trying to save money recently but it just keeps flying away... Going to try a few different ways this week to see if they work... Today was not eating lunch, wonder what should i try tomorrow?? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder what does my title mean, refer back a few post to the one the church camp i went to. Vintage as in a vintage car which value increases with time. Just keep trying to improve myself at the moment, nothing much else i can do anyway. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I'm getting very tired... Ought to go sleep already... See yah around!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-1308223428966740768?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/1308223428966740768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=1308223428966740768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1308223428966740768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1308223428966740768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-vintage.html' title='Going Vintage'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-4410139807315480385</id><published>2009-07-07T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:42:01.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing For War...</title><content type='html'>Finally remember to pack my hobby tools from a hobby that never started off... Hopefully these tools will make my life easier over at Alpha Centre. Hopefully... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember someone say all is fair in the game of love. I guess that's the excuse people give to back stab, sabotage, destroy, be unreasonable, beat up, kill, fight, push down, discourage, cheat, humiliate and other stuffs i can't think about now. I guess that speak volumes about their values. I guess to me it's not such a fair game after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, 2 days ago on Sunday, while having breakfast (number 2) with friends and Auntie Lee Cher, we somehow ended up on the topic on relationships again. She said girls prefer guys who are sensitive and that the guys from church are actually quite decent. Then XX said i'm actually quite ok. Was shocked at first cause she rarely even compliments anyone, as least to me. =x Then Auntie Lee Cher went on about housework and how if a girl called you not man enough, she doesn't deserve you, and i just sat there staring while chewing my straw, cause i really didn't know how to respond... Was called nervous, but just really couldn't think of anything to respond cause was caught off guard... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i don't like seeing people who run away from problems cause they can't handle it. What happened to responsibility? The problem would just come back later and bite harder then it did before... Yeouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering how fast can i bounce back from a set back now. Still seems very slow. Whenever i thought i'm okay, something else comes in and i feel lousy all over again, and the recovery process starts all over again. But i know i'll be fine eventually... Just a matter of when only... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who you are? Or are you just hanging around people in hope of becoming like them and hopefully having a friend? Find out who you are, not become like those around you. It gets harder and harder to be someone else, but all it takes to be yourself is just setting yourself free, and it gets easier instead of harder, cause you will be at less conflict with yourself. You are who you are, don't let anyone else tell you who you are, you show them who you are. There may be points we don't like, but that's where self improvement comes in. No one stays the same, but you can still be you even if you change. Look inside. Find yourself. Don't settle for being someone else. Show them who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paragraph above isn't random. It is meant for someone, don't know if that person will know it's for him/her. Can apply to anyone i guess. So do you know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about all for now. Ulcer hurts now... Oh well, see yah around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;br /&gt;Would you call old friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce of memories&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;Would you find that one you're dreamin' of&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you finally fall in love&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nickelback - If today was your last day&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/14387068-4410139807315480385?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4410139807315480385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4410139807315480385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4410139807315480385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4410139807315480385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/07/preparing-for-war.html' title='Preparing For War...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6831047978869932932</id><published>2009-07-02T21:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:24:13.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ougth to start living up to my name...</title><content type='html'>Met the guy who helped gave me my Chinese name recently. Forgot to ask him why he gave me my name. Asked my parents what it meant anyway. Zhi was part of family tradition. The En came from the pastor. Supposed to mean grace. I ought to live up to the meaning... Hmm... What's the meaning? Er... Here is the definition from dictionary.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;–noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.  elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion, or action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.  a pleasing or attractive quality or endowment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.  favor or good will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.  a manifestation of favor, esp. by a superior: It was only through the dean's grace that I wasn't expelled from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5.  mercy; clemency; pardon: an act of grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6.  favor shown in granting a delay or temporary immunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7.  an allowance of time after a debt or bill has become payable granted to the debtor before suit can be brought against him or her or a penalty applied: The life insurance premium is due today, but we have 31 days' grace before the policy lapses. Compare grace period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8.  Theology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a.  the freely given, unmerited favor and love of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b.  the influence or spirit of God operating in humans to regenerate or strengthen them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c.  a virtue or excellence of divine origin: the Christian graces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d.  Also called state of grace. the condition of being in God's favor or one of the elect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.  moral strength: the grace to perform a duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10.  a short prayer before or after a meal, in which a blessing is asked and thanks are given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11.  (usually initial capital letter) a formal title used in addressing or mentioning a duke, duchess, or archbishop, and formerly also a sovereign (usually prec. by your, his, etc.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12.  Graces, Classical Mythology. the goddesses of beauty, daughters of Zeus and Eurynome, worshiped in Greece as the Charities and in Rome as the Gratiae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13.  Music. grace note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14.  to lend or add grace to; adorn: Many fine paintings graced the rooms of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15.  to favor or honor: to grace an occasion with one's presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Idioms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16.  fall from grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a.  Theology. to relapse into sin or disfavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b.  to lose favor; be discredited: He fell from grace when the boss found out he had lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17.  have the grace to, to be so kind as to: Would you have the grace to help, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18.  in someone's good (or bad) graces, regarded with favor (or disfavor) by someone: It is a wonder that I have managed to stay in her good graces this long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19.  with bad grace, reluctantly; grudgingly: He apologized, but did so with bad grace. Also, with a bad grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20.  with good grace, willingly; ungrudgingly: She took on the extra work with good grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... Looks like a lot of things to attempt to be... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me today that one of my previous post about nice guys is true, cause most of the time nice guys just can't stop being nice, even when they are treated like crap sometimes. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today kind of lost. Have been feeling a little lost the past few days. Can't seem to get myself to program anything... Today didn't help make it any better anyway... Wonder if things became worst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling i talked a little too much yesterday... Forgot about what my journal is for again... Someone wack some sense into me... Not literally... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Just tired from a long day. Going off first bah... See yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Sometimes you can't make it on your own..." - U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6831047978869932932?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6831047978869932932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6831047978869932932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6831047978869932932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6831047978869932932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-ougth-to-start-living-up-to-my-name.html' title='I ougth to start living up to my name...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-5842735854117673986</id><published>2009-06-30T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:40:59.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about battle scars... =x</title><content type='html'>Went for my physiotherapy yesterday morning. Horrible reviews from the therapist about the condition of my body. "Man... I've never gave someone so many stretches to do in a session..." was one of the responses i got. Ah... I guess this is the result of not exercising regularly... Someone should try dragging me out to exercise... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back in school was the surprise, which wasn't really a surprise due to some circumstances, for the birthday people of the month. Managed to finish the slice of cake in 4 seconds and avoided the fate of having a cake smashed into my face. But the result of it was about the same, since i cramped the whole cake into my mouth anyway... Face will definitely be affected... Lazy to upload photos now... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another lazy day. Almost didn't make it out in a piece... Thank goodness all i got out of it was temporary scars... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I just wondering what's up next? After all of this is over, what will happen? Ah... Wonder how long more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning something next week. Not sure what will happen yet, or what exactly i'm planning... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about all of now. See yah around!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-5842735854117673986?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/5842735854117673986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=5842735854117673986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5842735854117673986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5842735854117673986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-about-battle-scars-x.html' title='Talk about battle scars... =x'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-4747973360010045852</id><published>2009-06-28T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:23:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... Ice Cream promo again... XD</title><content type='html'>Ben and Jerry's having another promotion again, this time on youth day. Buy 1 scoop of icecream and get another free!! =x &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.benjerry.com.sg/youthdayspecial/"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a tiring week. Almost everyday in school... Friday was at SGH for a checkup though. Nothing much, just going for physio tomorrow morning from doc's advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a feeling something's going to happen to me tomorrow in school... Can't confirm anything yet... But with so many people suddenly talking behind your back, probably something be wrong... And with people randomly doing the evil laughter too, something MUST be wrong... Let's hope the Tigger costume thing doesn't come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Nothing much left to say already bah... That's all for now. See yah! =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-4747973360010045852?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4747973360010045852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4747973360010045852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4747973360010045852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4747973360010045852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-ice-cream-promo-again-xd.html' title='Ah... Ice Cream promo again... XD'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8416532013593066313</id><published>2009-06-25T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:31:13.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYA (PAPAYA) CAMP 2009!! =x</title><content type='html'>Ha... Many probably wonder what does the YaYA mean. It stands for Youth and Young Adults in my church. We call it YaYA in short. Sounds nicer, and rhymes with papaya too... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, was out getting stuff for project before heading home to get bag for camp. Ice breakers were ok, cause my group didn't managed to win any... Even after i sacrificed my hair... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner before having out first session with Sarah Allis Young. Interesting story she of her life before you got to know God. First session touched on identity. Guys tend to find their identity in work while gals find identity in guys. What does that mean? Guys have this tendency to judge their day with their work and how well it is. Usually when we have a bad day, it is usually due to that we didn't do that well in our work. Likewise for good days, where we are happy with out work. Girls? She stated how girls always talk about guys, and when guys don't treat them as well as they want, they have a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was asking myself, at least for the guys part of the above statement, if it was true. Kind of, sometimes i guess. Finding my identity in the wrong thing? My identity is in God, and no one or anything should decide what i am. Felt better after that, cause no one else has the right to dictate who i am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of the few stuffs i remember from the first day. 2nd day started with breakfast with a little twist. Had breakfast while doing devotion. Covered the fruits of the spirit. Had different fruits to represent different fruits of the spirit. Slowest breakfast i have, but was quite good time besides the point that my nose was going off at the wrong times... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was followed up by another session by Sarah. Er... I wonder if i can find notes from anyone... 2nd day was one of the flu-ey days for me... Was blur throughout the day. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was a session by Wan Hsi about prophetic worship. I guess i fell asleep halfway cause of the flu... =x Not that it was boring, just that i was really tired for soem reason. Woke up before the thing ended though. The thing i picked up in that session was that worship should come from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was our own CSI game. Went around a small portion of Singapore trying to solve the mystery of how a person was murdered. All the clues were like all over the place... And the answer to the dead person was so... so... Man... She fel down the stairs not dead yet... But was an allergic reaction to a new drug that killed her... So actually no one killed her, just that an accident happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another session by Sarah. A question that came to my mind then was if i'm willing to trust God with the extraordinary. There was this time where we were asked to see what God told us of someone else. First we were to ask our partners if they were an animal what would they be. 2nd was what car would they be. 3rd was what picture do you see when you think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was with someone and i told him he was an mouse cause he was quick and fast and very hard to catch. He said i was a cat cause i am softspoken. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd and 3rd time i felt a little pressured cause i was partnered with the senior pastor of my church. For the car question, i told him i thought of a toyota cause it was hardy and lasting. He said i'm a vintage car, not cause i'm old, but cause i will grow in value, i guess in the sense that i will continue becoming better. Felt quite good after that. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last question, i saw the house, in the countryside. Warm and cozy. Just get a feeling that people approach him for help cause they they they will be safe with him. And he saw me as those power tower that hold up power cables, that without me holding the connections in place, it will all fall apart. Felt appreciated then. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day was on Sunday, so had usual church session at 9am and 11am. Only difference was that we had to attend both sessions intead of the usual one... No second breakfast that day... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first highlight of the day was treasure hunting, not in the finding stuff sense, but finding people. We were to ask the Holy spirit to put stuff on our minds and we were to write it down. We then go around finding people that matches the stuff we wrote down. Was exciting. Prayed for people along the streets. My group only found 1 person that matches the things on our list. Was looking for an umbrella, but since it was so hot, didn't really expect to find one until we saw the ice cream man. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was free and easy period, but was used for discussing the skit for the performance that night. Ended up with one that was a modified version of Noah's ark. There was the Tamil tiger, scape goat and no-eye-deer (no idea) among other things. Kind of threw in bird flu, swine flu and reindeers too. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the performance it self. Found props all over the place last minute. I was playing the no-eye-deer. Our skit was about this bunch of animals trying to get back on the ark cause they forgot to get on board. So imagine this: No-eye-deer gets an idea, pigs get swine flu and flew carring the tiger, tranforming the tiger to tiger airways. No-eye-deer ask praying matis to pray for rain so that the deer becomes a reindeer(rain-deer). Imagine a deer flying blind... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it was the night of the camp, people tend ot sleep later. Many slept after 3am, 4am++. Me? I slept around 1:30am. Can't help it... Project has done that to me... Sleep when you can, cause you never know when you have to pull an all nighter... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning my alarm rang at 7, i snoozed it. 7:10 again, and i snoozed again. 7:20 ringed again, but this time i turned it off. Next tiem i woke up was 8:45 and the the next sessin was supposed to start at 9... I was thinking of just jumping out of my sleeping bag and rushing, then i saw everyoen else around me still sleeping... So i took my time to wash up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session started an hour late, but was still fine cause we got the session. =x Was about angels and something else which neither my bro nor me cna remember. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk about Angels was interesting, cause apparently they were all over the church, and Sarah could see them. Some of us could too. Supposedly could feel them too. I just wonder if i felt them or is it the air-con sometimes... But hoenstly some of the spots where they were identified, it felt either warm or cold sometimes when i placed my hands through. Someone actually said she saw angels march into the room the moment the worship started. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last session, packed up, and joined soem people for lunch (NEPALESE FOOD!!). Before heading back. Wanted to go back to school after it all, but was too late... Called Singya and asked if i was needed in school on the way out of my house. Kena called crazy cause by the time i reached would probably be too late already. So i walked out of my house and walked back in again... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha... It has been an interesting weekend, bothe fun and tiring. Ah... That's what i can remember about what happened. =x See yah around!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8416532013593066313?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8416532013593066313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8416532013593066313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8416532013593066313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8416532013593066313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/yaya-papaya-camp-2009-x.html' title='YAYA (PAPAYA) CAMP 2009!! =x'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-7384091807074581042</id><published>2009-06-23T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:40:43.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha... Was planning to start on designing my new blogskin today, but i guess i kind of reached home a little too late... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, i'm finally back from church camp. Had loads of fun, only thing that held me back was tiredness, was one of the few people that slept earliest each day. Probably used to school life of sleep when you can, cause it's not much anyway... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will talk more about the camp some other time, when i got more time to elaborate as much as i want to. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, would like to share something i saw on the blog of a friend of mine. Was quoted from another blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;u&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://out-of-my-dreams.tumblr.com/post/98212445/the-tribute-to-the-nice-guys"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh well, that's all for the moment. See yah around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-7384091807074581042?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/7384091807074581042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=7384091807074581042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7384091807074581042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7384091807074581042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8256784379597156635</id><published>2009-06-16T10:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:35:49.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTE OF THE DAY!! =x</title><content type='html'>"When i got something to say about people, it means there is still a chance for them to be saved. When i really don't have anything to say, it means really no more hope anymore," Lucas, Project Partner. More better known as L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8256784379597156635?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8256784379597156635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8256784379597156635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8256784379597156635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8256784379597156635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day-x.html' title='QUOTE OF THE DAY!! =x'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-65576550635142546</id><published>2009-06-15T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:09:17.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i twisted my leg again... =x</title><content type='html'>Oh well... Probably placed my leg in some weird position today while playing basketball again... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm having a camp this coming Friday... Man... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a BBQ last Saturday with Alpha Centre mates. Was ok i guess. Was kinda too tired to really enjoy everything, among other reasons... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone died on me that day... The back light of the screen failed and i could only see the screen under a light source... Try being only able to sms under a street lamp... Interestingly, the screen is fine after i used an old piece today. Ah... have to handle it gentally... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jon, stories like last post only comes once in a while. Usually after those stories i suffer from writer's block. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... Almost forgot about tomorrow's class gathering... Was thinking of another full day of project... I wonder if i can tear myself away from the project room... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder what's up with the situation life is putting me in. Most of the time i seem to be stuck in the middle. All the different choices in life just seems to throw themselves all at the same time. Doors open, new opportunities awaits. To take or not to take? Or is waiting a wiser choice? Waiting could result in something better, or worst, being offered. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, lets just see what life in stalled up ahead. Hopefully will be able to take whatever will be thrown my way. See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-65576550635142546?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/65576550635142546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=65576550635142546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/65576550635142546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/65576550635142546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-twisted-my-leg-again-x.html' title='I think i twisted my leg again... =x'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-5086557128511741566</id><published>2009-06-12T11:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:49:35.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And This Is A Story...</title><content type='html'>A story about a boy just trying to make it through life. Life hasn't been smooth sailing for him. A few months back he broke up with his first girlfriend. One could say he's still trying to find himself after after his loss, but some feel he has recovered quite a bit since then. He doesn't feel that way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when he believed he was getting along better. His ex and him were friends again at least and he didn't want to take it for granted. Suddenly a friend of his for at least years got interested in his ex. He was upset at first, but decided to control himself and just see how the situation will work out. For some reason, his friend saw him as a threat, and every time that friend saw him with her, just random playing around or talking, he tried to get in the way. Our main character got irritated, but decided to still be as nice as he could, walking away from the anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of them were out once to get stuffs, and since it's a big group, his ex would end up walking next to him sometimes. This friend of his would squeeze in between them. He was irritated, not by the fact he couldn't get close to his ex, but by the fact that he has to keep changing direction just to make space for this friend of his to squeeze in between. it happened once... Twice... 3 times... 4th and 5th... Then he just gave up and decided to just walk up front where no one will walk, leaving this friend of his to his own means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was upset but somehow got himself out of it again. Then another guy somehow managed to mixed into their group. He was open to this guy, like he was open to anyone else. Then he got closer to his ex. He was upset, but decided that it was better off kept to himself. The earlier mentioned friend gave up on her probably cause of this new guy, and suddenly started becoming nice to him again, but to him, it just feels artificial at times now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he saw his ex get closer to this new guy, a dagger kept sinking deeper into his heart. He doesn't know why. He asked himself, "Ain't i over her already?" But the pain still lingered. Then signs begin to show of something more between his ex and the other guy. Rumors started. But he still decided to keep his composure even though everything inside him was feeling all messed up. Each new thing people says about them feels like a knife plunging into his heart. He doesn't understand why he still feels this way. And he wonders if anyone cares about how he feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wonders sometimes, why does God put him in situations where it seem to hurt when it seems like it shouldn't be at all. The only reply he gets is that no one else could probably take the pressure. He heard of people jumping off building cause their parents don't let them take a certain CCA, and laugh at the fact that he's still alive after all that he has went through and still am going through. He thought to himself, "I wonder how that kid would have done in my shoes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this once the people around him started talking that all he was is a replacement for when the guy isn't around. He was hurt. Cause if all he was is a replacement, he rather be no one to her at all. He asked her, she said no, that he wasn't a replacement, wait a while more and all that's really happening will be revealed. "What's really happening?", he wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sometimes wonder how is he able to still come to school each day smiling, knowing that something's wrong with himself, and continue moving forward. Life goes on, he tells himself each day. God will provide and make a way, he keeps telling himself. God has always made a way for him, but he's finding it difficult to trust anyone, even God, at the moment. Probably the smile comes from that inner joy given from God that no one can ever take away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when he just disappear from where he's meant to be, just so he have some time alone to reflect and think and seek refuge in God. Nothing seems to make sense to him. The guy just broke up with someone, and now am close to his ex. His friend treats him like crap at first and suddenly treats him nice. He's suddenly kind of good friends with his ex again. Nothing makes sense, not that he not happy with the some of the things happening. He doesn't want to take anymore things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he just get lost in thoughts. He doesn't want to think about things, but it just comes to him. He doesn't know whether his respond to other people's actions are the best respond he can give. All he knows is how to move forward in life. There are times when he just want to run away, just disappear, but it would have been the opposite of what he has been preaching to people, not to run away from problems. Practice what you preach, he keeps telling himself, practice what you preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times he wonder if he is being too nice and letting people walk all over him. "I'm like a doormat eh??" Sometimes he would ask himself, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be this hope inside of him, a hope that something will happen. Something that will help him see that hope in life paid off. Hope in the future paid off. Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his story goes on, like all life stories should. His story has yet to reach it's ending, and so until then, life goes on and his story continues. Watch out people, here he comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-5086557128511741566?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/5086557128511741566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=5086557128511741566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5086557128511741566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5086557128511741566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-this-is-story.html' title='And This Is A Story...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3191864424258918170</id><published>2009-06-09T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:58:52.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Script - Before The Worst</title><content type='html'>Just a song i find beautiful at the moment. Sometimes relationships just don't go the way you want them to go and you just hope taht everything is back to the way it was. That's what this song is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UevBJBtnWCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UevBJBtnWCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a while since the two of us talked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About a week since the day you walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing things would never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With your empty heart and mine full of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So explain to me, how it came to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it back to the night we kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was Dublin city on a Friday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were vodkas and coke, I was Guinness all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were sitting with our backs against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saying things that we thought but never heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who would have thought it would end up like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where everything we talked about is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the only chance we have of moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is try to take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the worst, before we mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before our hearts decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before too late, before too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets try to take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a time, that we'd stay up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best friends talking till the daylight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Took the joys alongside the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With not much to loose, but so much to gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are hearing me? Cause I don't wanna miss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Set you a drift on memory bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was Grafton Street on a rainy night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was down on one knee and you where mine for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We we're thinking we would never be apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With your name tattooed across my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who would have thought it would end up like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where everything we talked about is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the only chance we have of moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is try to take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the worst, before we mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before our hearts decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before too late, before too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets try to take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the clouds don't clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then well rise above it, well rise above it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heavens gate is so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come walk with me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like we use to, just like we use to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the worst, before we mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before our hearts decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before too late, before too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets try to take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else i've learned about r/s so far, kind of applies to every type, from friendship to the more serious end. It can't be built on any kind of negative feelings, like hate, jealousy, bad intentions, craftiness, lies etc.. to name a few. Honestly, it's very hard to see people's intention. The more you hide, the more seeds of doubt you plant. And discord will sprout from those seeds. Not only discord, distrust will also come along. There's a reason why the government and peopel are trying to get charities to have transparent bank accounts, so peopel have reason to trust the charities in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, That's all for now. See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3191864424258918170?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3191864424258918170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3191864424258918170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3191864424258918170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3191864424258918170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/script-before-worst.html' title='The Script - Before The Worst'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-9017031185580026559</id><published>2009-06-08T21:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:48:06.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like all it took was a good night of sleep to settle the flu... BEAT THAT FLU!! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe i'm still not at 100% yet, but still alot better then yesterday. Studied in school today. Hopefully enough for the paper tomorrow. Aiming for a pass at least, don't have much confidence in this paper cause i didnt practise enough... Will for my exmas though... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just remembered what my private journal is for... Somehow forgot it for a moment... Oops... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all for now, i think... Weather getting hot... Hopefully can sleep tonight... See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-9017031185580026559?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/9017031185580026559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=9017031185580026559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/9017031185580026559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/9017031185580026559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/looks-like-all-it-took-was-good-night.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3747013607857864788</id><published>2009-06-07T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:13:21.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniffles</title><content type='html'>Someone once asked me why am i so sensitive, shouldn't i as a guy be tough? Then i was thinking likewise i guess, but now i know one thing: This is me, i'm sensitive, but so am i tough. The sensitive part of me is what makes me human, helps me feel and empathize with those around me. This is a part of me i hope i will never lose, or i may become the biggest jerk in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there was once i wondered why no one actually cares if their actions caused another person hurt, and decided that i will try never to let me do such a thing. I've been less than perfect, but at least i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering what do i really want at the moment. Do i want to go? Do i want to continue? Do i want to just wack someone up? Do i want to talk? Do i just want advice? Do i just need a listening ear? Do i want to move on? Do i want to cry? Do i want to run away? Do i want to just sit there and do nothing? I wonder what do i want... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at a wedding yesterday. Wasn't an usher, was mroe of a logistic person. Very simple wedding. Was carrying stuffs around, setting stuffs up etc.. Helped out in the tea ceremony. WAs kind of interesting, cause i knew very little about it, and the person in charge didn't knew much too... We kind of learned along the way. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Helped out in 3 weddings already so far, all have very different feels to them. First one felt abit grand, probably cause it was my first one. 2nd one felt very organized and well planned, every little thing was planned right up to the nitty gritty details. This one, the latest, was the simplest. Wasn't very big, everything was just mainly the bare essentials. Interesting stuffs can be learned from weddings, and conversation topics too... People usually take wedding as chances to talk about things they don't usually ask, like r/s... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move forward they say, but what is meaning forward? What if you need to take a few steps back before you can move forward? Wondering what the next step in life is... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Been a flu-ey day today... Probably will rest earlier today... Or i don't know how am i to study tomorrow... *sniffles* Man... i hate these leaky-nose days... Kind of mess up what i can do for the day. And how fast and well i can think too... Going wacky already... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like The Script writes quite good songs about relationships. First impactful one for me was "The man that can't be moved", followed by " Break even" and now " Before the worst". For some reason i can't get sick of the song at the moment, keep playing it on repeat on my com. Am i becoming a fan?? NOOOOOOO.... Don't want to be a fan of any band or singer... No particular reason though... Just don't want to become too into a band and not listen to another type of music or band... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i'm thinkign abotu resting early tonigh and my flu suddenly subsides, at least for a while... When couldn't you not bothered me forthe rest of the day, horrible flu? And now i'm talking to my flu... Yup, i'm going crazy... #.#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i cna churn out anymore things to type here already... Probably should go rest soon. See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3747013607857864788?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3747013607857864788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3747013607857864788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3747013607857864788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3747013607857864788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/sniffles.html' title='Sniffles'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-4667548386278014317</id><published>2009-06-06T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:18:42.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what am i to you?</title><content type='html'>And here i m, wondering where do i stand in your life. Am i just a passing wind? A ripple in the pond? A sandcastle by the sea, or a palace at the peak? A firebug glimmering, or the sun shining brightly and strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason i don't feel like going for the bbq. Now may have a reason to reconsider going, but my main reason on why i don't want to go is still there. In the end it's still my choice. Not everyone can keep absorbing the hurt and still stay okay all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i don't know what to say anymore. Sometimes, i don't know what to do anymore. Sometimes, i don't know where i'm heading anymore. Sometimes, i wonder why am i even moving forward for anymore. Sometimes, i feel no one actually cares about how i feel anymore. Sometimes, i just think i should jsut disappear. Sometimes, i just want to tell you off for what you have done/ are doing. Sometimes, i think there are no more sensitive people in the world anymore. Sometimes, i think i shouldn't even be here in the first place. Sometimes i don't know what i'm even talking about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried crying myself to sleep yesterday night. Couldn't. Could only sleep after stopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-4667548386278014317?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4667548386278014317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4667548386278014317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4667548386278014317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4667548386278014317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-what-am-i-to-you.html' title='So what am i to you?'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8305678657922702152</id><published>2009-06-02T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:40:05.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if my heart can take any more...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so where did i last left of? Hmmm.... Thursday... Friday was an interesting day i guess, went from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other. Nothing much to say about the darker part. The brighter side was that they celebrated my birthday after bible study that day. Was actually very tired after it since it was already 10pm, an since there was tea avaliable, i thought about taking a drink to help me last the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a cup of tea from the kitchen to the living room and jsut stood there silently to reflect about the day and clear my head of un-important stuffs. Suddenly someone said off the fans. I thought to myself: since we are already going off, that seems ok... Then someone said off the lights. The i was thinking about how weird it is but was too tired to continue the though process of why the lights went off. Then a cake came out of the kitchen. Everybody started singing the birthday song, and i sang along, wondering whose birthday it could be... Then it came to the part, "Happy birthday to Kelvin..." Then i went, "WHAT!!" and was stunned for the rest of the night... Someone had to remove the cup of tea from my hand before i sat down to make a wish and cut the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have arrived in a weird mood that day, not to be alert enough to spot them carrying the cake into the kitchen or even realise that the birthday cake was for me... @.@ Thanks anyway for the pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went to the sinseh again, not sure if it helped much though. Went to Sim Lim Tower after that to get a component box. wonder how i managed to move so much with my legs bandaged up... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday played L4D with Ben, Jason and MingCi for a while. Don't really like the game though. Jsut don't really like horror stuffs in general, not that i'm not good in gaming. don't really game much nowadays anyway, project has been taking up alot of time already in my life... And sometimes the way i feel about somethings in life doesn't help much at all... X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday itself was interesting... Had a project review. May have screwed up, but at least i was honest in answering the questions... Don't know just say don't know... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll just be prepared for anything now... The people at Alpha Centre have yet to even "celebrate" my birthday... Still wondering what they have up their sleeves... Keeping a spare shirt there. The spare shirt was for in case i over played basketball in school, but now i guess it serves another purpose in case things get a bit too violent there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was i actually happy for my birthday? I don't know. I really don't. Last year i didn't feel alone even though i physically was alone. This year feels like the opposite. Don't really know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for the day people. Thanks for the present(s). Thanks for the review encouragements. Thanks for the craziness. Thanks for helping me maintain sanity. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something i want to address at the moment, but don't know how or when to do so. Why do i have such weird incidents happening in my life?? Ah... Maybe God don't think anyone else could take it but me? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder if people know what they are going into, if they actually thought about the consequences... I sound like i'm nagging again... Probably cause i seem to keep saying the same old line... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like writing a sing of sorts... But too bad i spent the time writing this blog entry instead... Some other time then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. Better go rest liao... See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8305678657922702152?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8305678657922702152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8305678657922702152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8305678657922702152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8305678657922702152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wonder-if-my-heart-can-take-any-more.html' title='I wonder if my heart can take any more...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6708832019969225140</id><published>2009-05-28T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:04:31.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chao Tar Fingers</title><content type='html'>Was at a BBQ yesterday. Campus Crusade BBQ. Ate, chat, cooked food and probably ended up with burnt fingers too. Seems like my fingers are getting used to being burnt, doesnt hurt as much has they used to. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my outlook on life has changed quite a bit from the past. Used to like to bring up the past alot. Now i just want the past to stay the past, and only take back lessons from them. Not going to let the past haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with Joel and Jacob (Waitamin... Just realised both have names starting with Js...) towards the end of the bbq. Talked about NS, walk with God, life and BGRs. Listening to people sharing experiences is comforting sometimes. Helps put some stuffs into perspective. Still a long way to go for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One interesting thing Jacob shared about was about God opening wounds that haven't been healed properly. We either become numb to the pain of a wound, or we are healed from the pain. Both may feel the same, but are actually very different. This topic came about when he was talking about how he felt when his ex got attached. Another phase to go through will probably be his ex getting married and having children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, this may sounds like an excuse, but true men do cry. It's not easy for men to show their emotions, so when we do, it takes a lot of courage to do so. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of understand what he meant when he said when it felt like a dagger piercing his heart when he found out his ex was getting attached. Let go and move on, that's one of the way to deal with it. Just don't know what to do sometimes. It hurts, but yet i can't do anything about it. Got a feeling i'm getting very good at hiding it... Maybe a bit too good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a medical appointment this morning. All i did was went there, waited, and saw the doctor to tell me that i'm fine and he can't find anything wrong with my heart. Got good news and bad new though. Good news is that i won't have to go back to the National Heart Centre for a while. Bad news? I still have to go back ot the hospital cause i asked for a referral to see another specialist about my legs. One day i may just learn the whole layout of SGH... Been to enough building to roughly know where most the things are... Wonder if that is a good thing... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you knew your actions was causing someone else pain but that person chooses not to tell you because that person doesn't want to affect you negatively, what would you do? Or do you not care at all? Statement not meant for anyone in particular, just random thoughts after a long day. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random thought again: Love doesn't have to hurt. When it hurts, it usually means something is wrong. And then there are the usual options on what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... Going to need a soon. Helping out in another wedding the following Saturday. Wonder how they choose ushers for weddings... Somehow i got in... Been helping out in too many? Hmm... But it's quite nice to be at weddings. Have the dreamy feel to them... And they are quite fun too!! Especially when they share their experience. The next best part will of course be the food... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i like listening to and reading life stories. Some are so nice that we wish it would happen to us. But the thing is that each of us have our own life stories to live out. At some point the stories of 2 people may become 1 story, or a story may become that of 2 people. All of us have a different and unique life story, that's why i don't find it boring to listen to more. The best part? It stories never end till the end of you lives. That's how i feel true stories should be: Never ending. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Better go to sleep now or i may end up a zombie tomorrow... See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6708832019969225140?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6708832019969225140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6708832019969225140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6708832019969225140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6708832019969225140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/chao-tar-fingers.html' title='Chao Tar Fingers'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6178524167730759850</id><published>2009-05-26T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:09:47.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never will i live in hatred or anger again</title><content type='html'>Try not to get me too worked up. Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard a interesting song today. Originally done by Michael Jackson. Man in the mirror. So there's where i'll start with. See yah next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting the man in the mirror... I'm asking him to change his ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6178524167730759850?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6178524167730759850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6178524167730759850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6178524167730759850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6178524167730759850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-will-i-live-in-hatred-or-anger.html' title='Never will i live in hatred or anger again'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-1802119813488325563</id><published>2009-05-24T21:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:50:04.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying not to think too much...</title><content type='html'>I guess there's a reason for every dream we have, or at least those we remember. It usually reflect what we are going through or are thinking about. had  dream involving a lecturer, probably cause then i was occupied with work. Had dreams about someone else, probably cause it has been a while since i've felt that way, and will probably be a while before i feel that way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i realise i don't remember how those feelings felt anymore. I remember dreaming about how it felt, and it felt great, but i can't seem to remember how it feels anymore. Wondering if it's a sad thing or a happy thing now. Sad cause i forgot how it feels to be _____ and be so happy, or happy cause i don't yearn for the to feel that way as much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to happier stuff. Went out for lunch with Ben and Jason after church today. Got carried away at the arcade cause we just can't seem to lose... =x So we ended up leaving the arcade late... Hopefully Ben made it back to camp in time... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about watching a movie at first, but in the end couldn't find something all of us could agree on so ended up LAN instead... Been ages since i've went to a LAN centre... Still as horrible at gaming as i was in the past, not that i'm complaining about it. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be in school Thursday morning for a medical checkup. Was thinking how nice it would be if i had company waiting while waiting for my turn, but don't expect my mom to be with me. She would probably complain about how long we have to wait for my turn to see the doctor anyway... I guess i have to make do with what i have with me at the moment... Bring the PSP out of semi retirement? Find a power socket and play something on my computer? Hmm... Attempt to solve a rubic's cube? Ah... Wait till then will i then decide i guess... But no rubic's cube... Brain already saturated from all the information on robots... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... That's probably all for now, better go prepare for tomorrow. See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-1802119813488325563?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/1802119813488325563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=1802119813488325563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1802119813488325563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1802119813488325563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-trying-not-to-think-too-much.html' title='I&apos;m trying not to think too much...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-4255353461332327557</id><published>2009-05-23T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:46:20.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can wait forever... For now...</title><content type='html'>Talk about an oxymoron for an title... But that's the way some things are some times when people are not ready for commitment. I guess it may also describe me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm in a weird mood at the moment. I guess i should be happy at the way things are already, which i'm actually am already. But sometimes i still wonder if there is something more. Or may i be just be thinking a bit too much at times. Don't be greedy Kelvn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. The NBA game this morning was crazy... Talk about hitting the game winner with 1 second left on the clock... Crazy stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my life is just a mixture of weird situations, with a bunch of ordinary people trying to find the best way to live their life. And when situations get super awkard... Life still goes on. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to blog about something but totally forgot what it is... Must be getting a bit too tired... @.@ Better go sleep now... See yah next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-4255353461332327557?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4255353461332327557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4255353461332327557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4255353461332327557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4255353461332327557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-wait-forever-for-now.html' title='I can wait forever... For now...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-2841141053760027270</id><published>2009-05-20T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:14:53.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Surviving i think</title><content type='html'>FYP so far still behind schedule. PCB just sent in for checking, hopefully will be able to settle components order by tomorrow. Then will try to find some time to do a bit of homework before starting on the programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder why i still struggle so much. I try not to do something that will cause people to "stumble and fall", yet i feel like sometimes i "stumble and fall". If it's my own doing i'll learn from it, but if it's someone else's actions, just doesn't seem good to me. Everybody can only not bother about something so much. Anything more, it would only be possible with divine help. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why was i thinking of what job i would lie kot take up during the break after poly before NS... Was thinking of helping out at some childcare or gettign something related to playing with young kids... Ok, may be thinking abit tooooooo far... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days of my life seems to be weird at times when i think back about it... Other days are crazy... Some are just depressing, the rest ordinary. They are still days nevertheless, meant to be given your all or it just will never matter at all. Carpe Diem people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... Looks like it's going to be a warm night tonight... Going to have to use the fan again i guess... Waitamin... Suddenly there's wind again!! HURRAY!! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i better go grab some eye shut. That or either i learn how to sleep in school... Oh well, see yah around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-2841141053760027270?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/2841141053760027270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=2841141053760027270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2841141053760027270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2841141053760027270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-surviving-i-think.html' title='Still Surviving i think'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3585873908709761545</id><published>2009-05-12T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:39:35.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Plan - I Can Wait Forever</title><content type='html'>Beautiful song so i guess i'll share. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5UOwnq6rWrw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5UOwnq6rWrw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You look so beautiful today&lt;br /&gt;When you're sitting there it's hard for me to look away&lt;br /&gt;So I try to find the words that I could say&lt;br /&gt;I know distance doesn't matter but you feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't lie every time I leave my heart turns gray&lt;br /&gt;And I want to come back home to see your face tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it won´t stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so beautiful today&lt;br /&gt;It's like every time I turn around I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The thing I miss the most is waking up next to you&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes, man I wish that I could stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't lie every time I leave my heart turns gray&lt;br /&gt;And I want to come back home to see your face tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it won´t stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like "forever"&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just the price I gotta pay&lt;br /&gt;But when I come back home to feel your touch makes it better&lt;br /&gt;Until that day there's nothing else that I can do&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take it, I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it won´t stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3585873908709761545?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3585873908709761545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3585873908709761545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3585873908709761545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3585873908709761545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple-plan-i-can-wait-forever.html' title='Simple Plan - I Can Wait Forever'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-7778108207811105262</id><published>2009-05-11T23:01:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:29:43.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love again?</title><content type='html'>Someone: What is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: No... i want you to tell me what you learned so far, not some ideal answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok... What i do know about it is that it's a lot of things. A mom feeding a child is love. A dad scolding his son is also love. A sister chasing her brother can be too. That hug from the child to the parents is also heart warming. It can be a feeling, when we feel something for someone. It can also be a choice, when we can choose to either ignore or help someone. It can be that kid helping that old lady cross the street, that man giving up the seat for someone who needs it more. It can also be &lt;a href="http://redrosesgoldthorns.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-21-hes-23-shes-so-pretty.html"&gt;this(link)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://128daysinwuhan.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_22.html"&gt;this(link)&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://crashedtheparty.wordpress.com/2009/05/10/mothers-day/"&gt;this(link)&lt;/a&gt;. That's how much it covers i guess. Still learning as i go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: But is that all you learned so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't think so... Still got some stuffs i probably can't remember at the moment. Another one is that it can also mean holding on to something/someone cause you want to protect it/someone and let it have a better future, or letting it/someone go cause it's the better thing to do. Holding on is what many people know how to. It the letting go that seems so hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Why does it seem so hard anyway? Isn't letting go just letting go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sometimes, you get so used to somethings in life, that letting of of them seems like the end of the world, cause they were part of it. It's like having part of yourself being ripped out, like losing a body part and becoming handicapped. But when you realise that holding isn't going to help them, what are you supposed to do? Hold on and deter the person from developing in life? That would be selfish, wouldn't it? So letting go may not be the easiest thing to do, but sometimes its the right thing to do, and if you really love that person, you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: The concept of if it's meant to be yours, it will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not the point, at least for me. You don't really bother if the person comes back or not, it's more like that if that person is fine and happy, learning from life and becoming a better person. Somehow it joyful to see someone you care about becoming a more better person each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: What if the person isn't fine and happy, or just not becoming any better at all? And becoming worst instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah... Where did all these questions come from? I guess i'm still looking for the answers too. I guess my first reckless reaction will be to try and do something. But i guess sometimes people don't learn lessons until they "bang their heads against the wall".  If you asked me what i knew about love a year ago, i would have probably said something that wouldn't even make sense at all. But now, after "banging" so many times, i know a little more than i did then. A teeny little bit more. These people may fall down and bruise themselves a little, but i'll be there for them if they need a hand. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: But what if there is absolutly nothing you can do to help at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I pray. And i pray not as a last resort. It's more of a all the time thing. You can't be there for them all the time, but God can. When i'm powerless, He's strong. Entrusting them to God helps with the needless worries, be it for life or them. Maybe i pray alot cause i'm insecure, have too much worries and think too much. But believeing that there's this powerful person taking care of those things we treasure, those things we love, helps alot with life. But it doesn't mean we take what we have for granted and stop doing anything altogether. When the time is right, we'll probably know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: What if this someone of this group of people special to you hurts you? And deeply too? Will you still love them? Or will you end up hating them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha... If i ever end up hating anyone for long cause of this, my parents would have been my first targets already. It's hard to forgive at first, cause, at least for me, wondered about "why would i be hurt anyway? Doesn't this person love me too?" But i learned to look inside of myself, and ask myself if i've ever hurt them in anyway. We humans are falliable beings, and it shows that all the more we should forgive one another. If we make mistakes, we apologise and learn. And a quote i saw recently to round it off: "Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit." - Peter Ustinov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Then do you think love sacrifices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Love doesn't sacrifice, but sacrifice can show love... Ok, not sure about this yet... Or i may be a bit too tired to think... Ask me again in 6 months? =x I'm still learning new stuffs everyday, hopefully one day i'll be able to at least know a little of what love is about. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-7778108207811105262?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/7778108207811105262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=7778108207811105262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7778108207811105262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7778108207811105262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-love-again.html' title='What is love again?'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-4245568364059237739</id><published>2009-05-10T21:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:24:00.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And for the Mothers out there</title><content type='html'>Happy Mothers' Day! Here's something i just read earlier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher gave her class of second-graders a lesson about the magnet and what it does. The next day, in a written test, she included this question: “My name has six letters. The first one is m. I pick up things. What am I?” When the test papers were turned in, the teacher was astonished to find that almost 50 percent of the students answered the question with the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2009/05/10/devotion.aspx"&gt;http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2009/05/10/devotion.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of show how major Moms are in our lives, that they are more effective than magents at picking up things... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SgbauzgFucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qt29c9sKUCE/s1600-h/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SgbauzgFucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qt29c9sKUCE/s320/Image085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334191306300570050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took this photo recently at a point in school. Felt like like catching a glimpse of heaven, especially with that bright spot in the sky cause of the sun shining on a cloud formation that looked like a castle. Okay, maybe cause it was early in the morning and i was still feeling slightly drowsy... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for lunch with family after church today to celebrate mother's day. Went to Swensens, had our own main course, ice cream, free family photo and carnation for mom. Basically ate till crazy. Somehow my mom and i ended up playing with the baby boy from next table. Was using all the funny faces i could think of... At least funny for kids... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid was cute, try to imitate the sound of a another kid crying at another table. Sounded like some fire engine siren... My bro kept saying that the kid found me interesting, but of course... Ain't i interesting?? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a well &lt;del&gt;trained&lt;/del&gt; mannered kid, could wave and say stuff and so those kiss wave things just from what his mom says. Mom say wave, he waves. Mom says say auntie/ gor gor, he says it. Cute guy... At least now i know what my mom can do after she retires... Child care/education for young kids... That is if she ever retires... =x Don't even think about messing with young kids at the moment... Not that i don't like it, just don't think i'm ready to take them on yet... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, check out my mega burger meal. Don't know what possessed me to order it... But it met it's objective of being filling and that fine with me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SgbavKtfXzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bszDEKfIJ70/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SgbavKtfXzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bszDEKfIJ70/s320/Image086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334191312530792242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like i need the weekends to recover lost sleep from the weekdays... Hmm... Looks like have to talk to Dr Lee bout next Saturday if i want to survive another week of school... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the urge to type another super deep post that probably not many will understand... But i look at the time, and think about the hours i'll be sleeping... Maybe i'll postpone it to another day... Oh well, better go off now. See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-4245568364059237739?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4245568364059237739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4245568364059237739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4245568364059237739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4245568364059237739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-for-mothers-out-there.html' title='And for the Mothers out there'/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SgbauzgFucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qt29c9sKUCE/s72-c/Image085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-8736007645413912376</id><published>2009-05-06T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:18:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah... Looks like for the whole week, i'm only going to have dinner at home during weekends. Crazy schedule... And looks like i'm going to have to get used to averaging about 5 hours or less worth of sleep during school days too. Wonder how i'm actually surviving it... And i better make this post quick so i can do my homework... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try typing this paragraph with the extras dots to end the sentences. It will probably seem less depressing. Hmm, i still have to do jacket design, redo PC board again, meet up with people and some other stuffs i can't rmb. Let's see how many of it can i complete by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there you go. So does the above paragraph look less depressing? I just happen to like using extra dots at the moment. I'm probably depressed, but i'm not letting it stop me from living life ot the fullest. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester was for me to be still and know His power. I wonder what's for this semester... Same as last sem, or something else for me to learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the concept of a strong foundation can be applied to almost everything. Without a strong foundation, it will never survive the storm. Just anotehr random thought that came to my head. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's about it for now. Better get started with homework already. See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8736007645413912376?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8736007645413912376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8736007645413912376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8736007645413912376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8736007645413912376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6639144654804207222</id><published>2009-05-06T09:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:29:40.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ran out of class just to blog this cause i just felt the need to express myself somewhere. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just struck me. Was talking about someone's breakup earlier. At first it seems like it was quite sudden. But after more thinking, it actually isn't. There were reasons it happened, and it suddenly seems not so sudden anymore. Just felt like getting that off my chest. Was thinking of talking to someone about it but can't find someone in school to talk about it to now without it seeming inappropriate. So what else to do but to blog it down? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better run back to class. 7 minutes post! Woah... See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6639144654804207222?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6639144654804207222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6639144654804207222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6639144654804207222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6639144654804207222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-ran-out-of-class-just-to-blog-this.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-558237961203728157</id><published>2009-05-05T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:45:33.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to sleep and yet i'm blogging...</title><content type='html'>Consequences people... Think about the consequences of your actions... Ok, that was random... Must be getting really tired... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like this weeks is going to be another crazy week... Going to have to see what spare time i have and use it to write my essay... Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about yesterday people. Horrible mood. Didn't know what i was thinking when i did any of those offending stuffs... And Glenda, it's not your fault... You may be a little bit bothersome at times but that's fine. (: (She probably won't see this anyway =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the people around come up with remarks that are not about me, but yet i'm bothered by it. I wonder why... Is is cause the remarks are so horrible or do i still care about who they are remarking about?? I guess it's just that person's second nature to come up with such remarks... Ought to try to channel those negative remarks to something more positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like tomorrow onwards will be when the hard part of the project starts... Settling the PC board... Someone please save me from the horror of having to face that piece of green plastic... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... Just discovered some very very old photos on Facebook... Those of my student council days... How on earth did someoen managed to find them?? Oh well... Another part of my life caught on Facebook... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I htink i better start getting ready for tomorrow... Body going to need the rest to get through another crazy day too... See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-558237961203728157?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/558237961203728157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=558237961203728157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/558237961203728157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/558237961203728157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-to-sleep-and-yet-im-blogging.html' title='I need to sleep and yet i&apos;m blogging...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6231164819865934940</id><published>2009-05-04T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:28:08.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my happy ending?</title><content type='html'>I kind of miss Nat's nasty but straight forward comments. Keeps me striving to be better and helps me to reflect better too. He's very good at destroying self-denial. Should meet up with him one of these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in a horrible mood today. Started with the rain, then followed by Mr Ng's class issue... Then everything else just built up from there. Just felt like destroying stuff i guess. All the basketballs i shot during lunch were too hard... Didn't have a case of it falling short today... Had the urge to punch the wall until it bled or something, but held back the temptation to... Wonder what's up with me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a lot of stuffs are piling up on plate these days... Wonder if i'm taking up more than i can handle... Maybe i should start cutting down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should start visiting Pastor again... Need someone to talk to... Finding myself too lost in thoughts too often nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of journalling my more personal thoughts into a book or something. Maybe i will one of these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better squeeze in a little work before heading to bed... See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6231164819865934940?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6231164819865934940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6231164819865934940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6231164819865934940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6231164819865934940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/wheres-my-happy-ending.html' title='Where&apos;s my happy ending?'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6176067416647072224</id><published>2009-05-03T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:13:48.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hole Climber?</title><content type='html'>AAHHHH.... Another week of school coming in a few hours and here i m blogging... Man... I should be preparing in about 20 minutes hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Today was another Sunday, spent with family after church. Was at Hougang Mall to find myself a new pair of track shoes (To run away faster in) and other stationaries. Hopefullt this new pair of shoes can help enchance my ability to run away from people who are chasing me for reasons i have no idea of, or if i have an idea of, to escape swiftly. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Serangoon Gardens Chomp Chomp for dinner. Cramp and stuffy place. Food may be good, but for the good stuff must wait... Like 45mins for a plate of Hokkian Mee... Didn't order that though, thought the person who fried it at first was not the original old guy at first. Now that he's back, maybe i have reason to go back there again to eat... Didn't wanted to go back there at first cause of the environment... Don't like cramp and stuffy enclosed areas, don't mind cramp open areas though for some reason... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... Feel like having a bottle of coke right now... Don't know why having such a urge... Hot weather? Crazy throat? Oh well... Will satisfy myself tomorrow... If my throat allows me to... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about all for now... Eye lids getting heavy for some reason... See yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey God, just wondering about some stuffs here... Why do i still feel that pain? Especially when i see *something* happening? Shouldn't i be happy for that person? Shouldn't i be more or less ok already? Why does the pain still come back? Just that, shouldn't i be happy that ** is happy? Shouldn't it be fine since we seem ok already? Help me through this...&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/14387068-6176067416647072224?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6176067416647072224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6176067416647072224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6176067416647072224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6176067416647072224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/hole-climber.html' title='Hole Climber?'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3482698790449565281</id><published>2009-05-02T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:37:57.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May your will be done, not mine. Help me overcome what i have to. My days may not be easy, but i know i'll be able to make it through cause you will be there beside me. Thanks. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3482698790449565281?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3482698790449565281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3482698790449565281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3482698790449565281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3482698790449565281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-your-will-be-done-not-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-761393830053729753</id><published>2009-05-01T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:39:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To let It out with a Run</title><content type='html'>I want to be selfish sometimes, just so i can get what i want. I don't want to hold back, just for the same reason. But it seems sometimes, what i want is not the best choice. I still think a lot, just not letting it affect who or what i want to be. And sometimes the best choice for everyone, is for me to not do anything at all no matter how much i want to. I guess i won't get what i want, but i guess as long as everyone is fine, i could do without it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting day today. Went to AMK hub to create a nebo membership card so Lucas can have extra vouchers for his gaming fix. I probably won't use the vouchers any much anyway, and he paid for most of the membership too, so why not? Went there to register about 3pm, supposedly should be done in a while, but the manager not in, and had to wait till 5:30pm to collect everything... So headed to arcade with Lucas and his cousin for a while to play while waiting for the tiem to collect the card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally it got done, Lucas got the vouchers, went off with his cousin to Plaza Singapura to meet up with more friends to play while i headed home. On the way back, the bus broke down... Tire busted... Should have taken a pic to show how crazy it looked. the whole bus was slanted to one side cause of the tire. It tooked liek the tire exploded from the inside, bursting open. Decided to walk the rest of the way home since it's only 1 stop down, up the hill. Looks like today was a crazy day... First waiting for at least 2 hours to bus breaking down... Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like running again. Need to get a new pair of track shoes first though... Current one has just gotten 1 more pair of holes where there shouldn't be any holes any all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will only wear a Tigger costume for 1 day in Alpha Centre only. No more then that. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should continue catching up on my sleep tonight. Won't get the chance to again until next weekend... Oh well... See yah around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish for a lot of things, but i know we can never bring the past back. Look forward Kelvin, keep moving forward. Hopefully one day i may realise i made the right choice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-761393830053729753?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/761393830053729753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=761393830053729753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/761393830053729753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/761393830053729753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-let-it-out-with-run.html' title='To let It out with a Run'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-4551098366328321159</id><published>2009-04-30T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:37:15.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to type something but i forgot what... Must be cause of 2 late nights... And my dad was like asking me this morning if i am on 24 hour shifts... My reply was simple,"It's 16 hour shift i'm working on..." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for holidays... Or i probably would be in the same daze i was in while in school today. Seeing stars already anyway... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i better go sleep soon... hopefully won't be woken up early tomorrow... See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-4551098366328321159?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4551098366328321159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4551098366328321159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4551098366328321159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4551098366328321159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanted-to-type-something-but-i-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-316426135411977855</id><published>2009-04-30T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:21:11.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminders</title><content type='html'>Just came back a while ago from school. LM was ok today, being the first one of the new study year with the  freshmen coming in. Was reminded of something today thanks to the video that had a small portion that was what i told someone. Was reminded of why i should find my joy in God alone. Cause God will always be there, no matter the situation or circumstances. When it seems like there's nothing left, He'll be there and it will always be more than enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be transferring over to my new ez-link card soon. Too busy to go change anything now. Hopefully it'll be done by Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm tired... 2nd day that i will be sleeing after midnight and waking up early again... Better go pack that thermometer and this laptop before sleep. See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-316426135411977855?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/316426135411977855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=316426135411977855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/316426135411977855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/316426135411977855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/reminders.html' title='Reminders'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3490583467475423227</id><published>2009-04-28T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:31:42.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When No One Notices Me</title><content type='html'>Is when a part not meant to be seen of me appears. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my assignment now, but just felt like blog before i can get my mood to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like i'm getting quite good at hiding the emo part of me in happiness. Yeah. Was kind of successful during the first week already since no one noticed anything weird. Probably all the hyper-ness and workload keeping me from becoming "crazy-emo-Kelvin". Not that i'm not enjoying being happy, just don't expect me to maintain it for long i guess. There will probably be days when i'm so tired i just become silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Stupid assignment... 1000 to 1500 words... Looks like i should just make myself a cup of tea tonight... Hopefully the caffine will carry me through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Kaiyuan on the train back home last Sunday. For some reason she asked why not get into an r/s. I think i said that it's just not worth it now. Probably should have said there is a time for everything, too early and everything may end up screwed up instead. Then she asked about peer pressure, with so many people around, how to resist? Kind of said that after certain life experiences, it kind of changes your outlook on life and the things in it. Peer pressure is the lousiest reason one can give for getting into an r/s. What's the point of the r/s then? To just look cool? Or is it for something more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my maturity level, and i realise i'm still pretty immature. I look at my attitude, still too hack-care. I look at my reactions, and realise i'm still kind of rebellious. I look at my treatment of others, and realise i still don't treat people as nicely as they meant to be treated. I look at my actions, and realise they are still stupid. I look at my time, and realise the limited time i have, especially to do homework i'm supposed to be doing... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another habit to improve on: Stop nagging... Must be from all the constant exposure to my mom... Can't help it when i see and hear her everyday i guess. Need to get it under control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, the pain gets lesser. Hopefully by the end of the year, it wouldn't bother me as much as it did months back. And it's not my physical pain i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the ultimate spectator yeah? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self imposed body lockdown is irritating... Can't do sports properly in fear of injury again... Going to start with a bit next week if possible. Should take some time off to sign up for gym membership too i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go make myself a hot drink... Expecting a late night tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to wait for it to cool down before i dare to drink it... Don't want to burn my tongue... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like when stuff happens nowadays, i'm not surprised. Some stuffs can just be seen and known. I just don't care that much about suff happening now anyways. Too tired/busy/lazy/crazy to care. Crazy just thrown in for fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Wonder how i'm supposed to survive tomorrow... Long day as Crusade will be having event after school. But since God has made a way for me to survive so far into the starting of school, he sure will help me survive tomorrow too!! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm wondering if i'm pushing my body too far... School work + FYP + Jacket design + class rep duties + Campus Crusade + whatever is coming up next. Woah... 5 things to settle with mroe to come... Life just looked a lot more dimmer... Until i on the lights that is. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's enough random-ness for today. Hopefully it will be able to carry me through tomorrow. See yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's fine with me as long as she's happy. Wasn't that the original intention? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3490583467475423227?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3490583467475423227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3490583467475423227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3490583467475423227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3490583467475423227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-no-one-notices-me.html' title='When No One Notices Me'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6876537056035770234</id><published>2009-04-28T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:43:32.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sfb5xIyLubI/AAAAAAAAAZo/K3FD7GT_Bj0/s1600-h/2837_74838843247_594753247_1689681_5925539_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sfb5xIyLubI/AAAAAAAAAZo/K3FD7GT_Bj0/s320/2837_74838843247_594753247_1689681_5925539_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329721831606434226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6876537056035770234?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6876537056035770234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6876537056035770234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6876537056035770234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6876537056035770234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-revolution.html' title='Love Revolution'/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sfb5xIyLubI/AAAAAAAAAZo/K3FD7GT_Bj0/s72-c/2837_74838843247_594753247_1689681_5925539_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-4880968713125530487</id><published>2009-04-27T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:52:27.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we need reminders of how fortunate we are</title><content type='html'>Just watch the video in the link. That's one of the reasons i hate to waste food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte"&gt;http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tired now. See yah next time when i'm feeling better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-4880968713125530487?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4880968713125530487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4880968713125530487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4880968713125530487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4880968713125530487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-we-need-reminders-of-how.html' title='Sometimes we need reminders of how fortunate we are'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8375245924329286108</id><published>2009-04-26T22:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:18:40.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now if only my blogging habit is as good as my study habits...</title><content type='html'>Today was a long day... Church in the morning, then went to a HwaChong Concert thing. A Chinese concert mind you. Was worried i will just be going there to fill up space as my Chinese is horrible. But i understood most of it surprisingly. And since the TV is now showing some television award thing show (Hong Xin Da Jiang), i shall have my speech too: I would like to thank thsoe who helped develop my Chiness skills, like ... and ... and ... and ... and a whole lot more which naming will take up more time than i'm allowed... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall just post pics, alot better than me attempting to be lame and trying to come up with lame jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRraC1IxpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/d5-hlW6Ayv4/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRraC1IxpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/d5-hlW6Ayv4/s320/Image075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329002354266654354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRraPrJxSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lmfjhdDTSqc/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRraPrJxSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lmfjhdDTSqc/s320/Image074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329002357714437410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRraT6u5VI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ouXXSU750Fg/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRraT6u5VI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ouXXSU750Fg/s320/Image076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329002358853526866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRrasnehYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rXhAic6FN_c/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRrasnehYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rXhAic6FN_c/s320/Image077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329002365483648386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good view thanks to XX, the one selling tickets and choosing seats for us... Now if only it was nearer to the toilet... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRrak_NFMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Wggm9E5fr0M/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRrak_NFMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Wggm9E5fr0M/s320/Image078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329002363435685058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An interesting view to me i guess =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRryxOmTdI/AAAAAAAAAZg/bQdMY1g_BTE/s1600-h/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRryxOmTdI/AAAAAAAAAZg/bQdMY1g_BTE/s320/Image079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329002779038338514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel said the scenery nice, probably that's why i took it... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with family for dinner after the concert. The plays were interesting, at least interesting enough for a Chinese lousy guy like me to understand. MC actually asked me what the guy meant at one part of the play, and i actually could actually understand it. Accomplishment!! =x Must be due to all the China friends in school i have that sometimes talk too fast for me to understand. Trained ears... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's about all for today. See yah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8375245924329286108?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8375245924329286108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8375245924329286108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8375245924329286108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8375245924329286108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-if-only-my-blogging-habit-is-as.html' title='Now if only my blogging habit is as good as my study habits...'/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfRraC1IxpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/d5-hlW6Ayv4/s72-c/Image075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-6656954731807095688</id><published>2009-04-25T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:37:33.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me was Thai boxer for a day!! Ok, maybe not... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfLXhpecGcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_vb5OuAk5h4/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfLXhpecGcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_vb5OuAk5h4/s320/Image072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328558282201897410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfLXfWNKSPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/45BSMWWlYro/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfLXfWNKSPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/45BSMWWlYro/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328558242669414642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully the hand will be better. Flexibility have seemed to returned to the hand. Feet are a different story altogether... Talk about a weird person who post up pics of himself in bandages... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, see yah next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6656954731807095688?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6656954731807095688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6656954731807095688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6656954731807095688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6656954731807095688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-was-thai-boxer-for-day-ok-maybe-not.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SfLXhpecGcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_vb5OuAk5h4/s72-c/Image072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-6503726391481736671</id><published>2009-04-25T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:25:10.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder if i'm ok, then i would look around me, amazed by the beauty of everything surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i give a sigh and smile the blues away. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6503726391481736671?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6503726391481736671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6503726391481736671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6503726391481736671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6503726391481736671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-wonder-if-im-ok-then-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8196027159355311425</id><published>2009-04-23T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:29:49.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem with being too tired</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's post was the result of too much work and too little rest. Trying to pick up the skill of sleeping in the bus. Almost succeed today... Hopefully won't over succeed. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was super lethargic today... Kept wanting to sleep... Must have been that traffic jam in the morning... All it took was a fallen tree and the whole road was jammed up... Man... And the interesting part was that the road was still jammed up after the tree was removed... Oh well... Maybe the drivers are kaypo people after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thing about today was that i was tired only in school... When i got home i felt so much better... Got more things to look forward to at home? Maybe... Like that beautiful bed of mine... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that it's actually very easy to talk to me, all you have to do is start talking about food. Maybe that's why i like talking to Reuel and MeiHsien that much... A cook and a baker... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the latest blog post ( the April 22th one) : &lt;a href="http://www.128daysinwuhan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.128daysinwuhan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Touching i guess. Waiting for a day where i will understand even a little of what it means. No use rushing now when i'm not ready. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life it's not the destination that matters, it's the journey. What we went through, the mistakes we make and learn from, the lifes changed, the gain, the losses, the good, the bad, the fun times, the interesting times, the weird times, the crazy times, the messes, the hits and misses, the friends, the enemies, the giving in, the possiblities, the choices, the laughters, the crying, the pain, the hurt and alot more but i'm stopping here cause i've ran out of words to say. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's not just my legs that are screwed... My right hand is probably screwed up a little too... Argh... Need to find time to face the pain again... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, may have been blogging alot this past few days cause of the amount of work from school getting to me and i need an outlet to just relax, be it for a few minutes or something. Get to go now anyway. See yah next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh we’re a little closer now&lt;br /&gt;And finding what life’s all about&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know you just can’t stand it&lt;br /&gt;When things don’t go your way&lt;br /&gt;But we’ve got no control over what happens anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- James Morrison - Please Don't Stop The Rain&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/14387068-8196027159355311425?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8196027159355311425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8196027159355311425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8196027159355311425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8196027159355311425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/problem-with-being-too-tired.html' title='The problem with being too tired'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-78227048258149090</id><published>2009-04-22T20:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:15:51.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of how Tigger ended up on my phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Se8MqdeXxSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/0qaQJl8efA4/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Se8MqdeXxSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/0qaQJl8efA4/s320/Image071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327490807808640290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Touch da phone and RAWR!! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what's everyone first thought whenever they see it. Let's just say that your thought is probably wrong and this is the story of the little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigger was originally bought for somebody. It never got to that person for some reason. And so i threw it into my laptop bag cause i didn't knew what to do with it. And there it laid, protecting my laptop (while being squashed) for months. Until last week that is. My phone strap was in such a bad condition that i felt i had to remove it. Was hesistant at first cause the phone jsut felt empty without anything attached to it. Then i remembered the (squashed) guardian of my laptop and decided that it was time for a promotion/demotion (whatever you fancy) to being the guardian of my handphone. And that's how that *cough*cute*cough* fella ended on the other end of my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the threats he must face are: girls that find him cute and try to steal him (I looking at you Mel, XX and those out there...), ants, kaypo brothers and many others that will take a long time to name. Hopefully he won't have to face any cockroaches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taking a break to refuel on the lameness tank before continuing...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, i don't abuse my employees, so don't need to worry about welfare. He'll be well paid. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Looks like tomorrow will have to trouble peopel to help me with printing drawings already... stupid programme.. Oh well... See yah around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-78227048258149090?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/78227048258149090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=78227048258149090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/78227048258149090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/78227048258149090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-of-how-tigger-ended-up-on-my.html' title='The story of how Tigger ended up on my phone'/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Se8MqdeXxSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/0qaQJl8efA4/s72-c/Image071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-8731666867312975993</id><published>2009-04-22T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:55:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am i really that frightening?? As long as you don't piss me off or something, i shouldn't be frightening... I get hurt when people say i not approachable too you know... =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8731666867312975993?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8731666867312975993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8731666867312975993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8731666867312975993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8731666867312975993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-really-that-frightening-as-long-as.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-7682441538845485612</id><published>2009-04-21T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:02:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Project is finally progressing at a faster pace... School just started anyway, so kind of expected. Hopefully the the pace will continue to increase, and this can be settled as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just kind of finished up part of the schematic diagram, tomorrow will clean up the drawing and send it in for checking... Oh well, that took some time... Also helped with some painting works today, now the microclipper group own the line tracer group a favor... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start packing for tomorrow... Used up too much time for housework today... Better get going already... See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-7682441538845485612?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/7682441538845485612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=7682441538845485612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7682441538845485612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7682441538845485612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-is-finally-progressing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6925163218788186447</id><published>2009-04-20T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:21:42.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OWNED =x</title><content type='html'>Small birthday celebration today for Mr Sunato, Javier and Glenda. Big cake, loads of people, and tons of fun, for some that is... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, there was a slice of cake left, which many wanted to smash on Javier's face, and i was tasked with the job of getting him to come into the room... So i i baited him, "Hey, they plannign for next birthday celebration in the room. Want to join in?" Since i know he couldn't resist the chance to take revenge, i knew he will take it... And he did. He ran into the room, only to come running out a few seconds later with a crowd of people chasing after him... Lesson learnt? Revenge is not a good thing... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him after the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;smashing&lt;/span&gt; good time... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SeyDGuoLWCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/3nX5RqpEVmw/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SeyDGuoLWCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/3nX5RqpEVmw/s320/Image070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326776610891454498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, this is the corrected version... =x&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SeyDe3xZslI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kh6CfweCLms/s1600-h/OWNED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SeyDe3xZslI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kh6CfweCLms/s320/OWNED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326777025662923346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like i have to be careful on my birthday this year... Getting very dangerous... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was in face paint in school for the whole day. To get people to take a look at the Campus Crusade booth at the CCA fiesta. Try walking around school like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SeyEO4JCInI/AAAAAAAAAYY/81ZenN6RfL8/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SeyEO4JCInI/AAAAAAAAAYY/81ZenN6RfL8/s320/Image069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326777850395763314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, maybe can minus the strange smirk i have on the face. People were like asking me why i put make-up, called me cute, and asked me what on earth am i doing... Oh well... Fool for Christ i supposed. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about all for now, had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;smashing&lt;/span&gt; good day today. See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6925163218788186447?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6925163218788186447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6925163218788186447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6925163218788186447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6925163218788186447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/owned-x.html' title='OWNED =x'/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SeyDGuoLWCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/3nX5RqpEVmw/s72-c/Image070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-5614688824281531757</id><published>2009-04-20T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:56:25.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Reflection 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If You want to dig this up someday, I know You can,&lt;/span&gt; he told God. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if not, this is where it will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joshua Harris, Boy meets Girl, Pg 40&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-5614688824281531757?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/5614688824281531757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=5614688824281531757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5614688824281531757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5614688824281531757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-reflection-2.html' title='Self Reflection 2'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-7861681558669500016</id><published>2009-04-18T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:32:01.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Reflection 1</title><content type='html'>Still crying, i began to thank Him. "I don't understand, but i thank You," I said. "I don't understand, but i know You are good. I don't understand, but i know You're taking this away because You have something better."&lt;br /&gt;-Joshua Harris, Boy meets Girl, Pg 23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-7861681558669500016?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/7861681558669500016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=7861681558669500016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7861681558669500016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7861681558669500016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-reflection-1.html' title='Self Reflection 1'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-7233648898025692525</id><published>2009-04-18T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:30:12.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When someone's action declares out loud, "I'm your friend, but i don't really care how you feel. As long as i'm happy it's ok." How will you feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-7233648898025692525?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/7233648898025692525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=7233648898025692525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7233648898025692525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7233648898025692525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-someones-action-declares-out-loud.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3244304903001820710</id><published>2009-04-18T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:31:00.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's interesting to see what people are willing to do just to get what they want</title><content type='html'>And i guess i find it interesting too what i would do to get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day yesterday, since it's already 1am in the morning. In school early morning, out getting stuff late morning, in crusade early afternoon, back at alpha centre again early evening n ended up helping alpha club, then at Uncle WeeLiang / Aunt Ellen 's place from late evening to night... Reached home a while before 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was actually at Uncle WeeLiang's place at about 6:20pm. i rang the doorbell 3 times but there wasn't a respond, so i went down to play abit of basketball before heading back up again. Who knew  iwould end up playing till i'm all wet... Then when i went up, i rang the doorbell twice, no respond then knocked on the door to try... No respond again, so i rested a while before attempting knockign the door again. this time the door opened... They were at home but disabled the doorbell cause it was ringing for no reason the whole afternoon... Ah... Waited for more about an hour just cause of a faulty doorbell... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... My body is calling for the bed... Yet i choose to deprive it first... Until i run of things to type... Ok, i'm out of things to type about. See yah. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3244304903001820710?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3244304903001820710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3244304903001820710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3244304903001820710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3244304903001820710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-interesting-to-see-what-people-are.html' title='It&apos;s interesting to see what people are willing to do just to get what they want'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-2171021476379086212</id><published>2009-04-16T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:43:13.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USB radio receiver sure is useful...</title><content type='html'>Looks like this is going to be another one of those holiday weeks where i spend most of the time in school... And i actually thought of this week as a school week too... Was chatting with MeiHsien yesterday and thought she had dinner late cause of school... When the polys are on holidays... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out the piece of cardboard i (willing) paid $10 for. And i was satisfied too... =x Probably cause i have been searching for this piece of cardboard for close to 3 months already... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SectSnlf-nI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0Jz2x293czo/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SectSnlf-nI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0Jz2x293czo/s320/Image068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325274882276063858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was out looking at parts at SimLim, Rochor and Chinatown area looking for parts again. Very tired for some reason. Hopefully i won't be falling sick anytime soon, even though i can feel something creeping up inside me... Like a fever is waiting to break lose or something. I want to enjoy my dinner at Uncle WeeLiang / Aunt Ellen 's place tomorrow... Will either be "western a la Botak Jones(cajun chicken with cheese and baked potatoes) or  Chinese fried rice with a lot of 'liao' ". Quoted for mouth-watering effect, for me at least =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling a bit groggy for some reason... Oh yah, managed to survive yesterday without painkillers!! Not that i usually take painkillers, just yesterday's pain was quite intense... Was thinking if the hospital would be a better place to be. But it turned out fine, or i think so... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I think i need another piece of that $10 cardboard piece for what i want... Strange hobbys of mine... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. See yah around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing i can do about things, be it for me or people, i thank God i still can pray, that he will take care of things, even when i'm unable to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-2171021476379086212?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/2171021476379086212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=2171021476379086212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2171021476379086212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2171021476379086212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/usb-radio-receiver-sure-is-useful.html' title='USB radio receiver sure is useful...'/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SectSnlf-nI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0Jz2x293czo/s72-c/Image068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-5833876500009994493</id><published>2009-04-13T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:41:24.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Project progress report 2 will have to wait, since my progress is like that of a snail at the moment... Wait a minute.. Saw quite a few snails today... One on the way for lunch, another somewhere else i can't remember... And maybe another one unless my memory is failing me again... Sign i should slow down to snail pace or speed up cause i'm too snail like at the moment? Hmm... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we being who we are, or are we being influenced by others, or are we choosing to become something we are not because we want something? Sure i've used my name as a joke so many times before, but that's me isn't it? Kind of grew out of the "act blur" me, maybe that's why the "HUH?"s have been reduced alot. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was intending to play a little guitar today, but got carried away on Facebook trying to beat someone's high score. Kelvin, time to discipline yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit mroe on the stuff i learn from the book i'm reading... Sometimes it's just not yet the time for a r/s. Rushing into one before the right time doesn't result good things... Main thing is to not be impatience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Came home a bit too late today... Have to leave earlier tomorrow... Got to go, see yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-5833876500009994493?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/5833876500009994493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=5833876500009994493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5833876500009994493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5833876500009994493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-progress-report-2-will-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3680739768572541620</id><published>2009-04-12T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:34:20.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Dinner yeah...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the company my mom is working at held a dinner for the families of the everyoen working there. I think the place is called Kuishin-Bo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of trying a bit of everything, but the problem as that if i took a little of everything, i won't be able to eat everything at all... But i still tried anyway. Result? The usual stomach ache from eating too much... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the food was great anyway. The range of Japanese cuisine was immense. There there will be those hourly specials that are limited to 20 pieces. And i managed to get it 2 times, but both times happened to be the same thing... Some bamboo mussel thing... At least i didn't rush to get it, just walked into queue. Lesson learned? Don't rush for food... Or any other things life. Rushing never really give the best effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the dinner, all the kids of the employee's get to spend $20 per kid to spend on the gift for the kid. And this was i got with that $20: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SeHwFPOh8nI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sSwJodwu6rU/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SeHwFPOh8nI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sSwJodwu6rU/s320/Image066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323800207306125938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a book about relationships. More info about it here: &lt;a href="http://www.joshharris.com/boy_meets_girl.php"&gt;http://www.joshharris.com/boy_meets_girl.php&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not in one at the moment, but just reading it to learn more. Never hurts to learn more right? Been an interesting read so far. Wonder if i should just post up what i've been learning from the book. Realised one of the reasons my previous r/s didn't work out cause i got too lazy. And another reason is i didn't let God guide and take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life goes on. She's a friend now, which i think is quite ok already. Could have ended up worst, but thank God it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i should pack up earlier today. Need to jump start my studying motivation for tomorrow. Going back to school a week earlier to prepare myself physically and mentally for school. See yah next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3680739768572541620?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3680739768572541620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3680739768572541620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3680739768572541620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3680739768572541620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-dinner-yeah.html' title='Crazy Dinner yeah...'/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SeHwFPOh8nI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sSwJodwu6rU/s72-c/Image066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-7511676049157054764</id><published>2009-04-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:18:12.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talk about eating so much until getting a tummy ache... Again... =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-7511676049157054764?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/7511676049157054764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=7511676049157054764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7511676049157054764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7511676049157054764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-about-eating-so-much-until-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-1936024101553953128</id><published>2009-04-10T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:25:23.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting in hospitals are... boring...</title><content type='html'>Had a heart check-up yesterday. Supposedly to See if my chest pain is related to the heart. Probably muscular again, and common in teenagers... Then the doc just send me for this stress test not because he expect something to happen, but because he doesn't expect anything to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was at first to be taken on another day, but happen to have a slot that afternoon, so waited in the hospital from 11+ to 2+ for the test... Already waited about an hour in the morning just to see the doc... Now another 3 hours for the stress test? Ok... So i waited while my mom rushed back to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress test was just me running on a treadmill until i couldn't take it anymore... Which happened to be quite early thanks to me being out of shape... Imagine running on a treadmill with stuff stuck to your body... Then with speed of the treadmill increasing in stages. Felt like i was moving when i was on the treadmill even though i wasn't. Was very dizzy after the test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nurses monitoring me seem to be someone that was on attachment since she looked quite young... Was thinking of picking up a conversation, but kind of weird talking to someone putting stuff on me... But after the test, i was dizzy and seeing stars, so i told the the nurses what i was dizzy and seeing stars. That younger nurse took out the tissue box and said, "Now i let you see tissue paper" If i was less dizzy, probably would have laughed our loud... And that was the better part of the day i guess... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wondering why i didn't see her name tag or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, waiting in general is boring, not just in hospitals. Thank God the psp lasted that long... Or i could be reduced to the state of playing with my handphone games... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now, see yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-1936024101553953128?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/1936024101553953128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=1936024101553953128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1936024101553953128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1936024101553953128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting-in-hospitals-are-boring.html' title='Waiting in hospitals are... boring...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-609225700421087911</id><published>2009-04-07T20:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:54:36.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed over something no one knows about</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling pissed and feel like punching someone(Not just anyone but someone in particular) at the moment. Have been feeling pissed for a while. Hopefully the pool table and balls can survive my rage tomorrow. Don't want to end up paying more than i intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people have the right to do what they want. But when actions disregard the feelings of others, it's overboard. But i guess that person is probably too blind to notice the feelings of others at the moment. Because i'm patience i shall not do anything yet. And that's a big YET. The day i cannot take it is the day you know what i have been feeling about your actions and how selfish i think they have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably a strategist by nature, even though i have yet to able to apply any successfully to some of my games. But the point is that i see strategies that people apply in life, like what he's doing to do this, what's she's doing to get that, etc... I'm currently seeing loopholes in someone's strategy. Don't know if i should tell that person since i'm kind of pissed off with that person. Or should i just let that person bang into the wall to learn, the same way i banged into the wall? I see further ahead now, and think further ahead too, even though not far enough yet, about what would happen, wouldn't happen. And that's what i see happening. Remember, the wall don't feel the pain, you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main strategy for life now? Just do much and don't expect much in return. I'm happy helping others already, the returns are just extra stuff. Kind of keeps in happy most of the time. Its something to with what is expected i think, getting what is expected makes you happy, so i don't expect any return at all, happiness in the act itself. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SdtRPEHfJVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/flEidhXsXd4/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SdtRPEHfJVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/flEidhXsXd4/s320/Image065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321936703913403730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And talking about naming conventions, what kind of names do you expect someone who calls his his 2 bears(above) Snow and Bottle? There's nothing wrong with callign the Alpha Centre mascots Lion, Dolphine and Pooh/Rabbit/Pooh-in-rabbit-costume? Just saying don't expect too crazy names from soemone who gives 1 syllabus names to his own soft toys. And especially from a guy that actually names his soft toys... Wonder why i even typed this portion... Ok, maybe it's because it's easier to explain it here than a tagboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelign slightly less pissed already. Must be all the soft toy chatter... Hey, not a bad idea for a new type of theropy, the soft toy theropy! Okay, i will just shut up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Thinking about if i should go Uncle WeeLiang's / Aunt Ellen's place this Friday. If i go, i will probably be tempted to play basketball, and if i want to play means i have to rest my legs the next few days... Which means no crazy stunts for the next few days... How am i to avoid doing stupid things?? Expecially since i'm stupid sometimes? Like today where i probably ate a little too much too fast during lunch and ended up with a slight stomach ache? Ok... Will probably decide by tomorrow i guess... Ahh... Decisions and more decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More mindlesss chatter in my brain again... Kind of disturbing... At least they don't prevent me from sleeping anymore... Or at least they used keep from sleeping peacefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thin line between crush and obessions is easily passed. Not many people realize this i guess. Very easy to be blinded by this kind of feelings, be it the first, 2nd, 3rd or the 209th time. Always have something or someone to keep you grounded, or you may end up doing damage, some irreversible, be it to things or people. A sign of obession? Extreme feelings. Extremely delighted or extremely depressed over some reason related to that person. It blinds all sense of reasoning, expecially common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Long time no post such a long post... Still the usual ramblings of a partially insane person. Not everything i want to say will be posted up anyway. The best parts are usually saved for those who actually bother about what i feel anyway. See yah next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-609225700421087911?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/609225700421087911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=609225700421087911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/609225700421087911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/609225700421087911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/pissed-over-something-no-one-knows.html' title='Pissed over something no one knows about'/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SdtRPEHfJVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/flEidhXsXd4/s72-c/Image065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-8082565536881683078</id><published>2009-04-06T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:44:31.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>There are so many thoughts in my head now. Some with no significance to life at all. Some so dangerous that if told to the wrong person can result in things being destroyed. Guess i'm looking for a outlet, but the problem will probably be those dangerous thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, shall keep pondering on theses thoughts then. See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8082565536881683078?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8082565536881683078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8082565536881683078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8082565536881683078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8082565536881683078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-9191997271045082563</id><published>2009-04-03T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:06:46.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SdYG1xfrPpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JoN9zzJTFFo/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SdYG1xfrPpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JoN9zzJTFFo/s320/Image063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320447530673847954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say hi to the live in mascot of Alpha Centre!! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i allow my eye lids to drop any further, i shall blog a little... Was in school in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Sim Lim Tower to find parts... Then was around Rochor finding beancurd... Then went to Chinatown to look at parts too... Then to Kovan to get stuff... Then finally home... And the next thing that could probably happen is me collasping on the bed and KO-ing... Is there a way for me to keep my eyes open? Legs aching also anyway... Probably from all the walking and running around today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Probably will be resting early... Or may end up like a zombie tomorrow... Oh well... See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-9191997271045082563?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/9191997271045082563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=9191997271045082563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/9191997271045082563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/9191997271045082563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-hi-to-live-in-mascot-of-alpha.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SdYG1xfrPpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JoN9zzJTFFo/s72-c/Image063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-8192877905619097715</id><published>2009-03-31T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:43:50.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropped</title><content type='html'>Man... i think i dropped my mp3 player somewhere yesterday... And now it's gone... And i think i dropped my favorite guitar pick somewhere too... If you are wondering what i mean by dropped, it means lost. Looks like have to look out for another mp3 player... And if possible to find such a guitar pick again too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was me walking into things... Now it's me losing stuff... What could be next? Things dropping on me? Wait a minute... A shoe fell on me before... Ok, it should be something else happening... That's life right? Unexpected things happening when you less expect them to be happening... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Sim Lim area (square, tower) today. Looking around at parts and IT products. Hoping that someone will buy something for me over there... *COUGH*MP3 Player*COUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get something Bugis today, but there was no more stock... Oh well, change of plans i guess, looks like resorting to back up plan for the deck building idea... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to tell my dad i lost the mp3 player... Oh well... Hopefully everything will work out. See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8192877905619097715?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8192877905619097715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8192877905619097715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8192877905619097715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8192877905619097715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/dropped.html' title='Dropped'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3214042089622802516</id><published>2009-03-29T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:47:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see if can spot match the people in the photos... =x</title><content type='html'>Here is the photo of some of us from the gathering last Saturday... Now look below for our primary school photo and try matching... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sc-DA_63yeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9nPgXLioAuE/s1600-h/2670_78259476367_744906367_2834754_6426011_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sc-DA_63yeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9nPgXLioAuE/s320/2670_78259476367_744906367_2834754_6426011_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318613738129443298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SdBcck1miwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yxhrriJPMG8/s1600-h/IMG%28mod%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/SdBcck1miwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yxhrriJPMG8/s320/IMG%28mod%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318852805919148802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who has changed the most? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3214042089622802516?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3214042089622802516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3214042089622802516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3214042089622802516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3214042089622802516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-see-if-can-spot-match-people-in.html' title='Let&apos;s see if can spot match the people in the photos... =x'/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sc-DA_63yeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9nPgXLioAuE/s72-c/2670_78259476367_744906367_2834754_6426011_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-1807853294217520034</id><published>2009-03-28T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:10:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SEMESTER</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a outing with primary school friends. It's been a while since i've actually had fun with them. Went to East Coast for cycling. First time ever cycled all the way next to the airport runway. Could see the airplanes take off and land from where we rested for a while. Dinner was at Fish and Co. Waiting for photos to be posted up... Note to self: Bring more cash along next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all for now folks. Will be seeing NBA highlights for a while before sleeping. See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-1807853294217520034?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/1807853294217520034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=1807853294217520034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1807853294217520034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1807853294217520034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-what-you-did-last-semester.html' title='I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SEMESTER'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-9130434551374073365</id><published>2009-03-25T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:50:48.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Progress Report 1 =x</title><content type='html'>My blog will now become a part project progress report blog too. Just a way to record down things. Hopefully things will end up okay and not get too frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0dL809II/AAAAAAAAAWo/egX8QETV9t4/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0dL809II/AAAAAAAAAWo/egX8QETV9t4/s320/Image054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317119986093061250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;N-th time drafting sensor head... The n-th design for the head. Codename: Beetle head. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0dHZJlLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s4BKcBsZk9s/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0dHZJlLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s4BKcBsZk9s/s320/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317119984869676210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The draft that got approved, but needs minor modifications. Codename: Hammerhead. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0daKceLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HOvDcL0oVr0/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0daKceLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HOvDcL0oVr0/s320/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317119989908273330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas doing some drawing work which i horrible at... Tomorrow going to start with the rough mechanical drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0dzZbfYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Der8DPqd2xA/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0dzZbfYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Der8DPqd2xA/s320/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317119996682009986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Completed drawing, quite detailed, i like... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0d7iBJLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/yn9MrLQAlww/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0d7iBJLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/yn9MrLQAlww/s320/Image058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317119998865515698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The drawing with sample that we came up with. Hopefully it will work when it's made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for the project progress report for today. So far so good... Yeah... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-9130434551374073365?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/9130434551374073365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=9130434551374073365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/9130434551374073365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/9130434551374073365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-progress-report-1-x.html' title='Project Progress Report 1 =x'/><author><name>KFZE</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/_l1CsjAlZCHA/Sco0dL809II/AAAAAAAAAWo/egX8QETV9t4/s72-c/Image054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14387068.post-1832959479550262412</id><published>2009-03-25T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:00:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounce it off</title><content type='html'>Any negative things thrown at me, bounce it off. Things said that don't have good intention, bounce it off. Just bounce it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have an early night tonight. Had a tiring day today. Spent the whole day just designing one part... And probably the most important part anyway... Hopefully mapping the circuit on the board wouldn't be that hard... I kind of suck at circuit components...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... I think i over worked my legs again today... Can always tell from the aching heel... Going to have to see a doc about it next week when i got time. Hopefully the polyclinic won't be so crowded the day i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally getting my pay after 6 months... Was planning to go to the office next week to do something if it wasn't coming soon... But good for all of us anyway... Don't have to go over and *something* and i get my money too... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Better pack for tomorrow now so i can sleep already... See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-1832959479550262412?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/1832959479550262412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=1832959479550262412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1832959479550262412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1832959479550262412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/bounce-it-off.html' title='Bounce it off'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8503981629483387378</id><published>2009-03-22T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:22:11.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me + Chair = PAIN</title><content type='html'>My previous post was addressing what was happening me, not talking about any people around me... But i guess the question is this: Do i trust the people around me at all? Yes, but not with everything. I don't do anything without reason. If i don't say anything, it's just because i can't find the reason to say it. If i don't show anything, it's just that there isn't a reason to. I'm not here to bother people with my problems. That's why a lot of my stuff are kept only on this blog and no where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... I have a strange habit of walking into things... In the past was a sign post... Yesterday was a chair... Now there's this giant bruise on my leg... Talk about learning what can distraction do first hand... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... 1 more week of school before i will be able to take some time off for myself, to see the doc and chase for my pay... Planning to pay the guy who own my friend and i out pay a visit after next week... Waiting 6 months for just a few hundred dollars is just too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self... Start planning shopping list for class using class fund... Organize CG to treat Uncle Wee Liang and family to a meal... Find a way to get cheese tarts from Mei Hsien... Save money... Hmm... I wonder if i left anything out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. See yah next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8503981629483387378?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8503981629483387378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8503981629483387378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8503981629483387378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8503981629483387378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-chair-pain.html' title='Me + Chair = PAIN'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3112259746587446996</id><published>2009-03-19T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:33:14.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aura of being un-approachable</title><content type='html'>And so people say it because i've yet to let go. But what if i told you that i am letting go a little bit a  day at a time? Me projecting such a aura is cause i'm just tired and that's the best way to not be disturbed. Don't rush me, the last time i rushed, i crashed and burned. Why do you want me to move on so fast anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... If i really was unapproachable, i wouldn't even talk to anyone anymore. And i won't turn anyone who needs help away unless i really cannot help.  Then what about my disappearance after eating lunch? I just need some alone time. It helps with the moving on process. Anymore mysterious things that i need to address? Or any weird habits you think i have? I wouldn't mind explaining if it's not too personal. Why am i look like i'm still in the same state i was a few months back? Someone told me recently that even though i may not seem to have progressed at all, i actually improved. Maybe cause some of you see me almost every other day, and the chang was kind of gradual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i not like what i was in year one? I've changed i guess. I can still be all hyper in class if i want to, but for every peak there will be a low, so there will be times when i will look very dead. I'm not as personal as i used to be? It works both ways don't you think so? It's like how if someone treats you nice, you tend to treat the person nice too. Just what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is this: I'm already moving on. Don't rush me, don't push me to go any faster. Rushing through is not a very good solution, it tends to mess things up. And i'm very sure you people don't want me to have my rebellious streak against what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strange 3 steps of doing things, 1st feel what i have to do, 2nd think about the action/s and consequences, 3rd feel if it's the right thing to do, then do it. Process of heart, mind then heart again. Thinking if i should throw in another extra step of thinking things through again... But i guess it may be enough steps for a while. Cover sufficient things from what i see at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Gotta run, have to pack this laptop for tomorrow... See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3112259746587446996?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3112259746587446996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3112259746587446996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3112259746587446996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3112259746587446996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/aura-of-being-un-approachable.html' title='Aura of being un-approachable'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8967393508843046283</id><published>2009-03-17T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:00:34.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i'm just another thing to be thrown away</title><content type='html'>Just a thought i had: Have we become so blinded by goals that we became monsters that have no regard for the feelings of others just so we can accomplish what we want? Becoming so ruthless and aggressive that we just run over people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why did i peel off the layer of skin at my left fingertips... Now guitar playing is going to be painful for a while before it grows back again... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the top scorer for bejeweled on FB for a while. Then Lucas started playing and i knew the record won't stand. He has that potential for gaming that i also see in my brother... that ability to get the high score. Oh well, i just play for fun anyway. High score also doesn't mean much to me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...Need to catch up on sleep... Wonder when will i be able to... Probably have to wait till the "true" holidays for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Need to find time off to see a doc or somthing... Probably during the holidays too. Ah... looks like probably another busy holidays... Doctors to see... People to chase to get pay... Meet up with friends FINALLY for fun... Long way to go... And probably need to head back to school for project too... ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah nest time, if i'm around next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8967393508843046283?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8967393508843046283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8967393508843046283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8967393508843046283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8967393508843046283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-im-just-another-thing-to-be-thrown.html' title='When i&apos;m just another thing to be thrown away'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-937455647483721828</id><published>2009-03-15T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:04:44.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anybody know of any doctor i can see to consult about my leg condition? Pain kind of bugging me when ever i move around too much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-937455647483721828?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/937455647483721828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=937455647483721828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/937455647483721828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/937455647483721828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/anybody-know-of-any-doctor-i-can-see-to.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-2502434016100578250</id><published>2009-03-12T20:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:14:20.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, stupid me when to shoot more baskets today. Body still holding up... I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After analyzing my mental state, i realised that i'm 61% sane, 23% unstable, 28% insane. Did i count wrongly? No... It's my insane part taking over. The insane part is needed to do things that people usually won't do but still has to be done anyway... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid giant ulcer in my mouth... The result of me biting the same spot 3 times last Sunday during lunch... Everything i eat is painful... Come on... I've still got Sri Lankan curry to eat tomorrow... I wonder if the painkillers i have will help... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sit down, keep quiet and see what is going to happen. Taking alot just to hold back... No more planned moves besides the one to just hold back. Think it's easy? No... Cause no one else is actually holding back at all, and all i can do is just see and control yourself from doing anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... There goes my holidays... Have yet to meet up with Minda for a session of pool... From last holidays till now... Hopefully will eb abel to dig out some time during those 3 weeks off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid person says that the pay not ready yet... And that the company will be getting some $$ this month, and since my friend and i were one of the earlier few, we should be getting paid soon. Better be, cause it has been about 6 months already... 6 WHOLE MONTHS... Damn... Maybe i ought to be like some that went to the company and make some &lt;del&gt;trouble&lt;/del&gt; noise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH... I need the money soon... Hopefully it comes before my break... Using some hard earned money can help with destressing alittle... I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Enough ramblings for a day. See yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go ahead and do what you want, cause i may not do anything about it at all until i see anything get out of hand. That's what i always do anyway right? Appear only when things fly out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel that some people keep trying to imitate how i do things? You think it can help impress someone? Go ahead and to learn my style of doing things, but all it will be is an imitation. And when you run out of things to imitate, what happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-2502434016100578250?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/2502434016100578250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=2502434016100578250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2502434016100578250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/2502434016100578250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-stupid-me-when-to-shoot-more-baskets.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-7149734849293645706</id><published>2009-03-11T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:30:14.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still a human being with stupid feelings</title><content type='html'>Yup, i'm impulsive. Went to the market behind school for lunch just because i felt like it. I ought to learn more self control, i can bring myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people that say something or tell others to do something yet don't apply it for themselves. Maybe that's why sometimes i don't like what i'm doing... What's the use of telling someone to do something when you yourself didn't do it? It's just irony in my eyes. Who are you to judge someone for what they do when you yourself didn't judge what you did? Don't be a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will this aspect in my life that i will be applying the concept of self control in, or am already applying it in. I chose a path walked least. Tried another way this Tuesday but didn't work out, and the best option anyway was this path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see something happening, and it just seems like it happened before, deja vu, just that it's happening between people. And the thing is? I expect the results to be the same as before, cause the underlining problem was never resolved in the first place. I'm staying out of it though. It's not i don't want to change the situation, but that i won't be very effective at the moement. My personal biasness would probably get in the way, and self control would have to be earned backed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot some baskets yesterday during lunch even though i wasn't meant ot play basketball for a while. Was careful bout my legs though, relied mainly on my arms. I guess it didn't help much, left leg aching again... Ok... Back to self imposed lockdown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those high frequency noises in class are driving me crazy... And it somehows stirs up my chest pains... Relying on painkiller level 1: lotion to make it through class. Hopefully i don't have to activate all 3 levels any time soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people forget that i'm still human and suffer like a human and do crazy things like any other human that do crazy things. Maybe the crazy thigns are more frequent but someone has to help average out the rate of crazy things being done right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been blinded, such that you don't see what's happening around you? Look and observe carefully, and maybe you will notice something strage or out of place or happening, then maybe will you realise that there are so many things you have yet to learn about those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 ways i access people: Talking, body actions and eye contact. When i access, you won't even know it. But you know what? You also won't know when i'm not analyzing what you are thinking about. Frightening? What is there to be scared of if there's nothing to hide anyway? That's what i think. But i'm probably too tired now a dasy to observe anyoen anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i better get going... Have yet to prepare for tomorrow... See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-7149734849293645706?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/7149734849293645706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=7149734849293645706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7149734849293645706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/7149734849293645706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-still-human-being-with-stupid.html' title='I&apos;m still a human being with stupid feelings'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8967718287359548960</id><published>2009-03-09T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:03:41.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-disovering Self Worth and Purpose</title><content type='html'>The worst place to be when your leg is still recovering? On a bus during peak hour. Almost twisted my left leg this time... Man... Why can't people just move to the end of the bus? Can't you see people trying to squeezing at the front door? It's not like the people won't allow you get off the bus later... Especially when your stop is like the school where majority of the people are getting off the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looks like high frequency sounds kind of drives my body crazy some way or another. Looks like may either have to stock up on panadol for class or hope that my body will adapt to it somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will this chest pain stop bothering me... Can't be living off painkillers forever... Today was horrible.. Had to leave class for a while just to catch my breath... Was wondering where it could have ran to anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have succumb to the &lt;del&gt;evil&lt;/del&gt; fun that is Facebook today. What scares me is that i adapting to it quite fast... Was part of me already Facebook person?? Or am i just frightening myself? @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Will be resting after this conversation with Ben... See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8967718287359548960?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8967718287359548960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8967718287359548960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8967718287359548960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8967718287359548960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/re-disovering-self-worth-and-purpose.html' title='Re-disovering Self Worth and Purpose'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-8088817795993657262</id><published>2009-03-08T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:10:34.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Declared Lockdown</title><content type='html'>I got threatened to join Facebook today... "Better join or we create account for you!!" T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... Thinking if i should listen to my rebellious side to refuse to join Facebook and risk having an account not created by me or join in the &lt;del&gt;evil&lt;/del&gt; fun and at least still have control over what others see about me online... Argh... Decisions... Why Facebook... Hopefully mom number 2 won't create one before i decide... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my body will be on lockdown for the next 6 weeks... Uncle WeeLiang says its either 6 weeks of no playing or a lifetime of no playing due to injury... Oh well... At least i will know that by the end of the holidays i should be able to play basketball again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem every kid have during holidays is cash flow problems... I wonder when will i be able to solve this problem... Man... It has been about 6 weeks since i last did that job and i've yet ot get my pay... Will continue "harressing" that person for my cash tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 3 weeks of holiday classes before 3 weeks of freedom... Let the countdown continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I guess that's all for now... Shall continue thinking about Facebook... See yah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-8088817795993657262?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/8088817795993657262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=8088817795993657262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8088817795993657262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/8088817795993657262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-declared-lockdown.html' title='Self Declared Lockdown'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6577306735597880951</id><published>2009-03-05T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:07:31.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing lines in the sand</title><content type='html'>First was the left heel, now the right knee... I think i twisted it yesterday while playing basketball... ARGH... Need to find time to visit the Chinese physician sinseh again... Wonder when will i have time to go down with classes everyday... Bring on the pain again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class starting... See yah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6577306735597880951?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6577306735597880951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6577306735597880951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6577306735597880951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6577306735597880951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/drawing-lines-in-sand.html' title='Drawing lines in the sand'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-6090228420017245973</id><published>2009-03-03T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:35:57.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i stop doing everything everytime i'm in pain, nothing i do will ever be complete</title><content type='html'>Schooling during holidays sucks... Especially when friends are out enjoying themselves while i'm slogging it out in school... Wonder if i will have the energy to join them later... Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for teacher to settle problem with other's programming codes... Getting very boring... And the pain in my leg is killing me... Painful just walking around... Ironically i was running around yesterday... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on... If only the classes would end faster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-6090228420017245973?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/6090228420017245973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=6090228420017245973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6090228420017245973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/6090228420017245973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-stop-doing-everything-everytime-im.html' title='If i stop doing everything everytime i&apos;m in pain, nothing i do will ever be complete'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-4633013924534479359</id><published>2009-03-02T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:24:39.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks guys for the great day yesterday. Ming Ci, Reuel, Ben and XiaoXi. And thanks to those who helped with our worship too. Louisa, Uncle Henry and anybody i left out. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship felt i was the weakest link, but it ended up okay i think. Hopefully. Have to keep work on my guitar skills. Will get better in time, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great lunch yesterday. Nepalese again, but it was the fellowship that we had that was fun. Talked about guys, girls, shopping, games, everything and nothing. Okay, maybe i didn't share alot... Anyway, only Ming Ci survived without a scratch against XiaoXi. I'm still wondering how she managed to catch me off guard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis with Ben and XiaoXi after that. Was raining heavily when we got there. XX wanted to go to the library to study and Ben decided to go there too, so i tagged along. XX guided us 1 whole round about Bugis trying to find a sheltered way to the library. In the end, lend her my umbrella while me and Ben went walking around Bugis just test XX's theory of Window Shopping. Results? Er... Didn't record down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally was supposed to have  dance session yesterday, but it got canceled cause Pastor Christina found it a bit too rush for us. Oh well, till next event then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for yesterday. Better get back to paying attention in class. See yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've wonder why does all the stupid stuff happens to my life. Why me? Why do i have to go through all this stupid situations? I'm pissed with life. Pissed why i still feel like crap. Pissed why things are never so simple anymore. Pissed that no one try putting themselves in my shoes and see what the hell it's like to face so many crap all at once. All the crazy feelings all at once. And when i can only find peace at church and the basketball court, i'm might as well not exist outside those places sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever be truely ok? That a question which answer i may never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-4633013924534479359?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4633013924534479359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4633013924534479359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4633013924534479359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4633013924534479359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-guys-for-great-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-5442872547108725938</id><published>2009-03-01T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:45:43.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what i should do. I see him getting closer to you, but it still doesn't feel right to me... I see opportunity but i don't know if it's time for me to do something. My heart tells me to do something but i don't want to be reckless. I want to beat people up but i know i shouldn't. I want to be there but i don't know if i should. I want to up the standard but am scared of the consequences. I want to be selfless but i still want people to be sensitive to what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of what i can do/will do/could do and what will happen because of them. Too many possibilities of what can happen. I'll never know unless i try but the consequences seems too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about your actions people. When you think it only affects you and someone else, think again. Everybody around will be affected. Why don't i say much about it? Cause i gave up sharing my feelings to people who don't really bother about it. Think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-5442872547108725938?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/5442872547108725938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=5442872547108725938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5442872547108725938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/5442872547108725938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-what-i-should-do.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-3280445974195928840</id><published>2009-02-27T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:30:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Love Triangle - Frente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;It's no problem of mine&lt;br /&gt;But it's a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;Living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of the fool won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;And it's what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;well every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I never should&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get this way&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that i can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;i get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current song on the blog. Just realised it originally came out in 1994. How did i come across it? An album i brought less than 2 years ago. "Collection of Acoustic Love Songs" Like how the guitar is played. hopefully will be able to play like this some day. Finger aching from worship practise today... And now from typing too... ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thinking of doing something, but don't know if i should do it... Just thinking of when is the right time i guess. And now people will start wondering what am i thinking of doing... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be typing much tonight, fingers hurting alot... See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-3280445974195928840?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/3280445974195928840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=3280445974195928840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3280445974195928840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/3280445974195928840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/02/bizarre-love-triangle-frente.html' title='Bizarre Love Triangle - Frente'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-1624031129815223831</id><published>2009-02-26T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:01:07.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Done...</title><content type='html'>Finally the exams are over. And it will haunt me again in half a year, and a year from now. Still then, i should probably be worrying over other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Life didn't stop before the exams, it doesn't continue as it has never stopped in the first place. What's the next step for me to take? Time to think it over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised i'm kind of impulsive... Not really the disciplined kind... Just do what i feel i should do. What they called following the heart, but kind of dumb sometimes as it gets me into so much troubles sometimes... Ah... Maybe i'll do something about it, maybe i won't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day today. Will probably be a long day on Saturday again. Grabbing some rest now. See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-1624031129815223831?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/1624031129815223831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=1624031129815223831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1624031129815223831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/1624031129815223831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done...'/><author><name>KFZE</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-14387068.post-4753087144591011287</id><published>2009-02-23T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:35:27.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like i fall sick during every exam period i went through that i remember... And i just saw the doctor not long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe i'm not sick every time there are exams... There was this one last year... But that was different then... I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Think i better rest soon. See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14387068-4753087144591011287?l=here-i-m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/feeds/4753087144591011287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14387068&amp;postID=4753087144591011287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4753087144591011287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14387068/posts/default/4753087144591011287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://here-i-m.blogspot.com/2009/02/looks-like-i-fall-sick-during-every.html' title=''/><author><name>KFZE</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>
