<?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-9060372</id><updated>2011-08-02T04:24:17.826+08:00</updated><category term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Gr4v3 "Darkness is BACK!"</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey there, This blog is kinda my personal updates on events n thinking ya. So feel free to look around and u might wanna tag b4 ya leave. CHEERS MAN!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-7749264530885347011</id><published>2011-02-18T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T01:51:16.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing again</title><content type='html'>Wow, I didnt realise it was really more than a year since i last updated this blog o mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just feeling like talking to someone but really there isnt anyone around at 1+am on a weekday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking to a friend of mine than i realise that i could still somehow find my graduation photo from an SP offline archive, and that is my goal tomorrow to go back to SP and search for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to search of an online archive (much to my dismay, there is none online) i bumped into a very interesting article from back in january last year. It was about SP floorball defeated NTU floorball 6-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read through the article, and being the founder of the SP floorball, it brings me both joy and sadness when i read it. Unknown to the writer, it was not just a dejavu match between sp and ntu. the then captain of NTU floorball was actually the vice &amp; captain of SP floorball for the year 2003 &amp; 2004 respectively, if i got the years correct. Yours truly was the captain for political reasons (I gotta get paid for the works i did rite), but my right hand man "Mr. Wong Jie Hong" was a hell of a talented player. I was not even close to him in terms of skills, but hey I loving every puff of the cigs i took, and every sip of alcohol that i drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 Jan, Wong Jie Hong actually was up against a team that was created by us out of interest and with his support and other friends we managed to officialise it in SP. Of course after a couple on months we managed to get the school to actually sponsor us with equipments. I really wonder what is up in his mind when he was in that match. I mean that was the team that you used to be in, what would you feel to fight against a team that was once yours to command......... Minus the people that you know of course, by then after 5 years from the team, everyone would be different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was different from when the sp mustangs was having a friendly with the merahans, which somehow miraculously I managed to score a goal. I was never a part of the merahans, so though it is a team for alumus of BMSS, i was never a part of it. I didnt feel a thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Hopefully I could have a good chat with jie hong in the morning that would shed some lights. last words, it is just like jie hong to be captain of the ntu team, proud of you my boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-7749264530885347011?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/7749264530885347011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=7749264530885347011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/7749264530885347011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/7749264530885347011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2011/02/writing-again.html' title='writing again'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-3097790032132703543</id><published>2010-01-29T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:08:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>Why had we become like this? We used to try to understand each other... Has it been because we have been to tied with our worries and own personal gains? Or is it because we had closed our hearts from each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had shared our deepest secrets and desires. Our issues with all the things in the world, and we had come to accept one another. So tell why we had gone on our separate ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be back with you again. Almost all the things in this world reminds me of you. All the memories just always returns even when i don't want them to. The little time that we had spend with each other just seems to be lost an eternity ago. But with that said, it continues to swirl in my mind also for an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u loved me? Have I loved you? I would want to confirm this again. Please hear my call, the call of my heart. I do not understand what am I feeling now, but do know that I want to be the one for you. I had made excuses, but let the next one be more open, more loving &amp; caring, and also one that will last for an eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-3097790032132703543?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/3097790032132703543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=3097790032132703543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/3097790032132703543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/3097790032132703543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2010/01/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-4456614080358460974</id><published>2009-12-14T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:27:58.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great song</title><content type='html'>Waterproof Blonde - Close Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceived by my eyes and all I was told I should see&lt;br /&gt;Opinions not mine, the person they taught me to be&lt;br /&gt;One night in the dark, a vision of someone I knew&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkness I saw, a voice say, I'm you.&lt;br /&gt;Inside me a light was turned on&lt;br /&gt;Then I was alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed&lt;br /&gt;Dreams you never dreamed, and scars never healed&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, light will take you to the other side&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me waiting there&lt;br /&gt;You'll see if you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts uninspired, trapped inside somebody's dream&lt;br /&gt;Too close to the fire, yet cold and so numb with the pain&lt;br /&gt;But the fever has broken, and the river has run to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Washed to the ocean, and saved by a voice inside me.&lt;br /&gt;Inside me a light was turned on&lt;br /&gt;Then I was alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed&lt;br /&gt;Dreams you never dreamed, and scars never healed&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, light will take you to the other side&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me waiting there&lt;br /&gt;You'll see if you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I would be here, so high in the air&lt;br /&gt;This is my unanswered prayer&lt;br /&gt;Defined by another, so much wasted time&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness, each breath that I take will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed&lt;br /&gt;Dreams you never dreamed, and scars never healed&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, light will take you to the other side&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me waiting there&lt;br /&gt;You'll see if you just close your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-4456614080358460974?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/4456614080358460974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=4456614080358460974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/4456614080358460974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/4456614080358460974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-great-song.html' title='Another great song'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-8700193638898651498</id><published>2009-12-12T02:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:28:21.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Feelings now</title><content type='html'>I am confused, angered, sadden, jealousy, regret, it is just a spiral of feelings that I am unable to explain for this sudden break-up that I had. the christmas bear, the tree i had bought for our christmas seems like it will be for naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By telling her not to contact me i thought that I would be better, but i guess that not really gonna work aint it... feels like a fool, feels like a loser, feels that I had no more love in my life. here i am thinking that I had found the one but only to leave me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god is still turning the karma around me. bad things always comes to the one that do bad. it really dont pay to be a good guy, feels that the bad side of life has been more pleasurable, more fun, more joy, more satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil had proven time and again that it is the better choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure if you are reading this. Infact i want u to read this. I was a fool to be listening to my anger and disappointment. I will allow myself to cool down and christmas seem to be the perfect timing to return to our old selves. I am who i am i cant change much but my feelings are real. even after all those things i have done, u are still there in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye, and maybe welcome back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-8700193638898651498?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/8700193638898651498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=8700193638898651498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/8700193638898651498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/8700193638898651498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feelings-now.html' title='MY Feelings now'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-7623969638411173601</id><published>2009-12-12T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:20:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the song that fits my feelings now</title><content type='html'>Our lady of Peace - Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no holding me back&lt;br /&gt;I'm not driven by fear&lt;br /&gt;I'm just driven by anger&lt;br /&gt;And you're under attack&lt;br /&gt;I'm just climbing up slowly&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one and only, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tease, the ways you lie&lt;br /&gt;They stumble in your mind&lt;br /&gt;The fear, the hope inside&lt;br /&gt;They hit here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you got&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you want now&lt;br /&gt;Take it back again&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you got&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you want now&lt;br /&gt;Take it back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no holding me back&lt;br /&gt;I'm not driven by fear&lt;br /&gt;I'm just driven by anger&lt;br /&gt;And you're under attack&lt;br /&gt;I'm just climbing up slowly&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one and only, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tease, the ways you lie&lt;br /&gt;They stumble in your mind&lt;br /&gt;The fear, the hope inside&lt;br /&gt;They hit here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you got&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you want now&lt;br /&gt;Take it back again&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you got&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you want now&lt;br /&gt;Take it back again&lt;br /&gt;But whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you got&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you want now&lt;br /&gt;Take it back again&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you got&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you want now&lt;br /&gt;Take it back again&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you got&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you want now&lt;br /&gt;Take it back again&lt;br /&gt;But whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;-Ever you got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you know&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you know&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you know&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-7623969638411173601?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/7623969638411173601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=7623969638411173601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/7623969638411173601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/7623969638411173601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-that-fits-my-feelings-now.html' title='the song that fits my feelings now'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-4840911022559084785</id><published>2009-04-19T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:30:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Jul 2008 - 19 April 2009</title><content type='html'>It has been a long and difficult journey for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't understand me and I can't understand you. What is it that you want? You always says that you expect nothing from me and yet you always have something that you want from me. I am only a temporary companion for you am I? When things got heated up the only thing u can say that I am at fault for not understanding you. Just to let you know that today (18 April 2009) I have just bought another Stitch for you. Guess all of them are just going to end up down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't freaking blame it on me when you say why should i bring you into this relationship. If you have known what will happen then why you still get on with it in the first place. All the sacrifices all the effort are just nothing to you isnt it. You are the all high and mighty while I am only a lowly being. Your parents never trusted me this whole time too wasnt it.  I have been depriving you from all your friends. I have been depriving you from all the better men in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have wasted the time in your life. Why dont you just come and kill me then. What is the point of me living in your life. Go on go ahead and kill me. I have nothing to lose anyways. You have a lot to lose. your carrer, your dreams, your future, your family, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted you knowing what had happened between us, but in the end those are for naught. We are all tired to a certain extend, but looks like I have only been hanging on to false hope. Well I can only blame my self for having this fate brought upon me. For having been living the live of destroying others so it is fitting for someone to destroy my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a happy life ahead, cause I know I will still go to hell anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought life has turned for the better, so in the end it is still hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-4840911022559084785?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/4840911022559084785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=4840911022559084785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/4840911022559084785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/4840911022559084785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2009/04/14-jul-2008-19-april-2009.html' title='14 Jul 2008 - 19 April 2009'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-4614438961101478212</id><published>2009-04-05T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:59:05.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest baby</title><content type='html'>I do not know what had happened to you these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an uneasy feeling for one that I just cannot get rid off. Today at this point when I am writing this the feeling still lingers in my heart. If you do not wish to speak about something or just wished to talk then do let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If revenge is what you are thinking about it will only bring more sadness in the future. if you are tired then please do get some rest. you are there yet you are being quiet, and it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my sanity too, but sanity can be lost. I saw a person fall and died with my very own tow eyes today and i guess you do not want to hear it. i wanted to tell someone and that some one is you. you had almost disappear the whole day. i send you a sms in the afternoon only to wait for a reply that never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it that you want me to do? you always say nothing, but clearly there is something that you want me to do if not you wont be angry, you wont be sad, you wont be having negative thinking at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure when will you read this but when you do i hope you understands that I really love you and always be thinking about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-4614438961101478212?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/4614438961101478212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=4614438961101478212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/4614438961101478212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/4614438961101478212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-dearest-baby.html' title='To my dearest baby'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-2328644450809312499</id><published>2009-01-10T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:56:23.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Joke</title><content type='html'>This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; that I just came out with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call "a small exorcist on the run?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: A small medium at large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u dont understand it u are not inteligent enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-2328644450809312499?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/2328644450809312499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=2328644450809312499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/2328644450809312499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/2328644450809312499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2009/01/original-joke.html' title='Original Joke'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-7321591857746680336</id><published>2008-09-23T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:49:17.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Lonely</title><content type='html'>Has it been work all these while? or has the burden of long distance relationship finally cought up to me again? or issit just cause I have lost all my flirts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again I had proven myself not worthy of a proper relationship. The lust for body still lingers heavily on me. Then again what can I do I have HSD, dont know it dont ask me. This will be my 7th sleepless night, and I dont know how long more I can last. My heart felt empty and this has become a stress for me. I know i'm always late for work, but recently it has just got much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when i'm feeling lost again. No direction to go to, not sure of what the future holds. I am beggining to lose myself at night, lost in the darkness. It reminds me of when I was much younger, hopeless and ignorant about the world. Now that I am much older and got to know the world a little bit better, the feeling of hopelessness actually grows even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the one thing I know is that I will always need a lady by my side. Not that I dont have one it is just that she cant be by my side for the time being. It will be a gew more months till I can meet her again, but there is still some uncertainty as well. I want to hug, I want to kiss, and most importantly I want my bed to be warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to go out. Going out with friends is good and all but it still cant fill the hole. dammit, sometimes I curse myself for having HSD. On top of that finances are going to be tight, real tight, so I cant really go out and have MY kind of fun. Work has been in my mind. EARN MORE FEAKING MONEY TO GET MYSELF OUT OF THIS POVERTY. I know it is not really poverty but well...... yeah let's just stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies that I use to be able to talk at night with are all gone. Either they are attached or they are not even in Singapore. oh i so miss my poly days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You reap what you sow" when the hell is harvest time? or was it already over and it wont come again? Should I start finding new avenues to sow? or do i just wait for new harvest time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-7321591857746680336?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/7321591857746680336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=7321591857746680336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/7321591857746680336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/7321591857746680336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-lonely.html' title='Feeling Lonely'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-2452179369472206322</id><published>2008-09-15T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:14:46.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back After Events</title><content type='html'>I can finally breathe a little bit better now, since I had cleared the Thailand exhibition in Causeway Point. Now lets have a look on what had happened since the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Exhibition, lasted 10 days from 5th - 14th Sept 2008. That was a long and tiring event, well nothing much happened there so no point going on about this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is with BMSSAC. Frankl I am happy that we are moving forward, and yours truly has now become the vice president. No doubt the current president is good, but this is what I think he is lacking. Remembering the bugdet to the operations. Firstly, and event needs a good mc, you need to put in a good bugdet for that. 2 everyone will have thier own life and career to live, so you dont go around and tell people that dont give me an excuse like "I'm too busy and cant do it". The whole lot of us had agreed not to touch these issues and now you are the one that said it first. I am respeting him as an elder, please dont make me lose my temper... We are all in BMSSAC as volunteer and we love to do it and we do it from the bottom of our hearts. You dont just go around and changing items that we never discussed, just because YOU wanted it that way. Ever try to listen to what others had to say as well. Ever think what the other person is really capable of. instead of barking orders maybe he needs to think back on what does it mean to be young, in-experienced and do all shitty things for a living. Well i'm going to show him that the new generation runs things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my thought on F1 in Singapore. Understandable that many of the drivers are having thier doubts, hell i even agree with the public on their doubts. nevertheless I do hope to see some accidents happen, cause only then we can truly see the safety issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least is about my current job. Things has been pretty much alright but I really cant wait for the day I can step out of here. Need a better paying job and all. Haiz, I'm really beginning to feel that it is history repeating where I starts to have tension headache and migraine will surely follow suit soon. SOMEONE, ANYONE PLEASE GIVE ME A JOB, well do remember that I want a better paying job than the one I have now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-2452179369472206322?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/2452179369472206322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=2452179369472206322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/2452179369472206322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/2452179369472206322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-after-events.html' title='Back After Events'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-4254955826437509480</id><published>2008-08-27T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:26:44.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Men Could Become</title><content type='html'>Now I hope all guys will read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very infuriating when I found a man wants to be in FULL control over his family. I am currently not married but do not wish to be like whoever I am trying to potray in my blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I really starts why dont we MEN starts to think about this few options. If you do not earn enough for the family and now you needs your wife to work as well, and you already had kids. Do you, become overly jealous of your wife collegues and bosses? Do you, make her cut of all connections with her social life and make her have no friends at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the story goes this way. A woman who works as an admin has to liase with a lot of men be it in her own company, third party logistics and other company's admin staff as well. Due to the friendly nature of the company going out with the whole company or sometimes meet up with some the contacts that you have developed. Be it for social parties or sometimes just to bid farewell as the contact is leaving the present company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to do justice to the story, The woman now has presumably had a fight with the husband, and the husband now blames her to have an affair with her collegue, bosses and contacts. She is now "under house arrest", cut off from all contacts (All contact has to go through her husband). To make things worse, she had her mother in law to watch every single inch of her movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us think back, are we under the authority to do something like that. A person can go mad being like that. I mean I do stay at home all the time and yet I always all forms of contacts. The internet, the phone, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now men think again about the story I had told you, and try not to be a MCP. Instead try to talk things out as the adults you are. I am quite sure if an affair really occur there must be a way out, but first you have to have concrete evidence that it really did happen. Also do not bring in other people that are not involved. That is defamation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you think who am I to talk. Yes I do have affairs, fool around and such, but at least I dont eat and shit at the same place. I'm NOW professional enough not to do that. I'm quite sure most people are like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think twice before you said to your husband or wife that they are having an affair with people from their company or people who deals with thier company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-4254955826437509480?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/4254955826437509480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=4254955826437509480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/4254955826437509480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/4254955826437509480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-men-could-become.html' title='What Men Could Become'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-845121996430765221</id><published>2008-08-20T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:33:33.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Apologise for the late thank you for all those who wishes me on 16th Aug for my 23 b'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much this year just a dinner with my god ma (Mummy, Thank you for the sumptous dinner). After that went to ballymoon's to count down and have a drink. Also a BIG thank you for Sue for the Bacardi 151 and bols blue flaming cocktail. The drink actually left a burning sensation till 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish list for this year, for those who can afford to get me one please let me know:&lt;br /&gt;1. 40" HD TV&lt;br /&gt;2. PS3 80gb&lt;br /&gt;3. Nintendo Wii&lt;br /&gt;4. Sony Ericsson W980&lt;br /&gt;5. Xperia X1&lt;br /&gt;6. Replica of Sora's Keyblade&lt;br /&gt;7. Replica of Tensa Zangetsu&lt;br /&gt;8. Replica of Sode no Shirayuki&lt;br /&gt;9. Replica of Kadaj's Sword&lt;br /&gt;10. Replica of Sepiroth Sword&lt;br /&gt;11. Replica of Kenshin reverse blade.&lt;br /&gt;12. Whole lot of new furniture for my room......... (maybe a very small aquarium too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal goal, to be more organised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-845121996430765221?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/845121996430765221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=845121996430765221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/845121996430765221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/845121996430765221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday.html' title='Birthday!!'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-5542850041824174524</id><published>2008-08-13T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:52:14.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Irritating people at the lift</title><content type='html'>Now just another observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It irritates me when I see people pressing the up AND down button on the elevator. Can they just make up thier mind whether they want to UP or DOWN... It is a nuisance for the people who needs to rush, and frankly it doesnt help to shorten your wait for the elevator, infact it is the other way round, you will wait longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens everywhere, at my house, my office, and some other places that I had visited before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take today morning for example. I left my house, late as usual, and there was this lady waiting for the lift. I clearly saw that ONLY the UP button is litted up. So people in thier right mind will only think that she wants to go up. Just so happens that 2 lifts came and both stopped at my level. Can you believe this, she was just standing right infront of the first lift that opened, and yet she actually chose to get on the next one, just because there was a person who came out of the first lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's just leave it at that. I waited for like another 30 sec for the DOWN lift to come, and guess what the lady that went to the lift is still there. IT IS ONLY 30 SECONDS!!! What is wrong with all these people? And that is only one instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also people who just refuses to press which level they want to go and regretting that they had not pressed it. Since we are in the refusal talk, these type of people are also available, People who just refuses to help to close the door. Let me explain, The elevator door has been programmed to be open for a certain period of time, usually around 30 sec, before they close. Now consider yourself tired and wants to get home fast, but because the elevator is packed there is no one that can press the close button except the person in front of it. Now this is not a very big deal, not unless you are sandwiched between a person who just finish a workout and a person who has been working on a construction site, trust me the stench is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this blog is "Be Courteous".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-5542850041824174524?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/5542850041824174524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=5542850041824174524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/5542850041824174524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/5542850041824174524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2008/08/irritating-people-at-lift.html' title='Irritating people at the lift'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-6459949720191369979</id><published>2008-08-12T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:44:21.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to write again!!!</title><content type='html'>Just shut up and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been freakin more than 2 years since my last blog entry. AND YES!!! I am going to start it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the last blog entry you found me with a new job. Though I am still with the current company, we will see what is actually in store for me in the future to come. I am sick and tired of this company, promises that can never be fulfilled. A bloody politician in a 5 people company? WTF man, WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite let's just stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late, as I had always been doing. And my day just had to be blowed up by the damned "smart" taxi driver. Put it this way, I had never complain when I wanna give tips, but not when the other party is so not willing to recieve it. My tips to cab drivers can vary anywhere from 10 cents all the way to $2. And for all these time I always recieved a "thank you", yeah even for just 10 cents. This guy today had about close to a dollar, I had to do it cause I have too much coins in my pocket and I'm not going to make it heavier. He didnt smile, not even a nod to acknowledge that he recieved my instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why do people behave this way, is it too difficult just to say thank you? Hey I have a new collegue who had speech problem but I dont see him saving up his "Thanks' &amp;amp; "Thank you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well any ways gotta work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-6459949720191369979?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/6459949720191369979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=6459949720191369979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/6459949720191369979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/6459949720191369979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-to-write-again.html' title='I&apos;m going to write again!!!'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-115277395493063875</id><published>2006-07-13T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:59:14.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've realised how long it has been since I last update this blardy blog. Anyways many chages had happen since the last entry. That Icludes the things that happen in the job and out of job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now taken a new opportunity with Rehab Asia Pte Ltd as a sales engineer. I started this job a few months back and like I'm still lovin this job. I mean I dont get to sit in office everyday trying to count stock or anything, I get the chance to go out and do sales, work on my spoilt devices ( and get headaches from that too), and the best part - flexible working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehab Asia is a company that deals with physiotheraphy products. Ranging from Balls, to bands, even complex things such as electrotheraphy, Ultrasound theraphy evn Laser. My title? Sales engineer. I get money from both fields baby, but of course only after my probation period is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for the story now, gotta go out and settle a very very difficult customer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-115277395493063875?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/115277395493063875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=115277395493063875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/115277395493063875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/115277395493063875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2006/07/back.html' title='BACK!!!'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-112674578290410519</id><published>2005-09-15T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:56:22.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a FULL TIME JOB!!</title><content type='html'>OK i know it has been ages since the last blog entry lol... What happen some of you might be wandering; It's simple I jut went through the biggest change in my life... I was confused, uneasy basically not knowing wht is happening around me anymore... I tried out many things trying to find the best way i could go take in life... First obstacle was finding a job, It was really discouraging as within two months I can't find a job as I was confident I could find one within a month, talk about over confident... Troubles's not up yet, Then I join up as a shareholder in a spa, this doesn't turn out well as I finally realise that this kind of job is not really my cup of tea. To add on to the present trouble my relationship with certain somebody deteriote at a super alarming rate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was a big roller coaster ride... Lucky for me finally I got a job as customer service executive with a reasonable pay... People say that my pay might be too low, but i look at it as I don't have real working experience so it should be ok for the time being. Further more I love this job, It all revolve around people, a lot of talking and a lot interaction... So far seems so good this is my third week in this company and I feel great working for this company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well other than that, I fell ill two days ago was down with a fever and flu... Though I'm sick I'm not going to let it get in my way so I still went to work in this week... Today I feel better and think i would be totally fine tomorrow... ok now it's time to go back to work I'll talk about my job scope at a later entry, in the mean time, stay sharp and stay cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-112674578290410519?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/112674578290410519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=112674578290410519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/112674578290410519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/112674578290410519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally-full-time-job.html' title='Finally a FULL TIME JOB!!'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111915573128790589</id><published>2005-06-19T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T12:35:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who do you think you are</title><content type='html'>I've had it... you needed help i was there to help you and when you are there I was there to cheer you up... You think you are some great someone, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take any more of this shit k... Every time I gave you a way out you always say you can't do it and also don't make excuses like "oh, I don't want to hurt anyone, but in the end I will get myself hurt". I've told you once and I've told you many time don't give me this kind of hypocritical BULLSHIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things has been happening around you and you said you wanna be strong and yet where is your strength you have been pushing me to be your guide, to be your mentor and a friend... yet where are the results, 0 none... A problem occurs one after another is because you can't get things straight and you always keep people guessing and making their own version of stories, you won't get to anywhere with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of your negative delusions and assumptions... I believe I've told you enough and if you choose to do things your way, I would say that is the correct choice as you can learn a lot of lessons from your own misdoings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111915573128790589?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111915573128790589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111915573128790589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111915573128790589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111915573128790589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/06/who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='who do you think you are'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111834090038359840</id><published>2005-06-10T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T02:15:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, I dont thikn I will be updating at any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of changing the skin so at the moment please bear with the absence of a lot of things k. Promise to have updates once the site has been revamped&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111834090038359840?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111834090038359840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111834090038359840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111834090038359840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111834090038359840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/06/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111746963797510056</id><published>2005-05-31T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:13:57.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new thing today</title><content type='html'>OK basically I just came back from alumni meeting today. Well nothing much worth mentioning in the meeting but there is one thing I like to talk about that happen after the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all sitting down at Bukit Merah ABC market enjoying our dinner. Well we are Me, Ghaz, Alex and Thomas. We had conversation on food, churches, saints and the late Pope. SO the talk continues.. and somehow ended up in numerology. Well the thing is they added number from your birthday and decides wht type of person you are and some other thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex started to calculate mine and he said I'm a womenasier and also that I shouldn't get married in my 20's. Instead I should do it in my mid 30's.... Alex also said that he had a friend with similar numbers like mine and had 3 broken marriges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz I just dunno what the hell is all this things... things doesn't seem to be good in life for me, and also another thing. ALex also said that my luck doen't reside in indonesia and it is better not for me to settle there. I guess the answer to all these is time itself I will have to just wait and see in a few years time what will I become....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111746963797510056?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111746963797510056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111746963797510056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111746963797510056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111746963797510056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-thing-today.html' title='A new thing today'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111513178683591187</id><published>2005-05-03T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:49:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Indonesia NOW!!!</title><content type='html'>Sry for not continuing the previous story. I'm now away in indonesia, so let's do some updates around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Indo, then nothing to do here. Day by day nothing but mend my mothers shop. Though I have to admit that my niece is CUTE. haha, nothing much to say, cause really nothing much else happen here. Other than my dad yapping away wheh he's angry at my bro. Well kena a bit la but still not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day just go to the shop and come back home in the nite, then sleep. Then repeat the same thing over again. Die sia, I cannot tahan life this way. Guys if u want to help me get u something that is legal from indonesia do mail me. my line got cut by starhub, cause of some stupid excuses. Haiz got nothing to say man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so first I got my line cut just before i go back to indonesia. Then I ask one of my friends to help pay. After payment has been made the blardy starhub say I have to make full payment. I say bullshit the rest of the bill is not even due yet, how acn they refuse to reconnect my line when i need it so much here. Haiz DAMN THEM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111513178683591187?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111513178683591187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111513178683591187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111513178683591187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111513178683591187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-indonesia-now.html' title='In Indonesia NOW!!!'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111414215999818989</id><published>2005-04-22T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:56:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a killer. Not only I didn’t get to sleep the previous day, but also I have a full day activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began at 7.45 in the morning. I only began to be able to sleep and only had closed my eyes for 15 minutes. My aunt came into the room and woke me up, she said “the people are here already, get your self prepared.” Damn!! First thing in the morning I have to play tour guide to a father and son who came to Singapore for the first time. Reluctantly I forced myself to wake up and took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a full black outfit with a purple tie. Why should I dress up? That is because in the afternoon I have to go a captain’s appreciation thing in school and the dress code is formal. After dressing up off I go to play tour guide…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop Mount Elisabeth Hospital. I decided to take a train, not because I’m cheapskate or anything, I just want to teach them how to move around utilizing the train. Haiz, After a long explanation on how to take the train and top up thier fare card, off we go to orchard MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111414215999818989?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111414215999818989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111414215999818989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111414215999818989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111414215999818989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/04/tiring-day.html' title='Tiring day'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111393444951507614</id><published>2005-04-20T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T02:14:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyclist</title><content type='html'>I was downstairs drinking coffee with Ghaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is midnight and there is this cyclist couple... They stoped in front of us and guess what they were arguing. What were they quarreling about? Don't ask me, though my ear are quite sensitive but still not good enough to overheard them... Though i did over heard the girl said something like "mum called me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Ghaz was just enjoying our drinks, but somehow looking at them actually changes from something looked like a drama to a comedy of the year. I mean think about it, you are cycling and then  start arguing in the middle of the road. Haha, then again after awhile they went along of course the girl is still crying. Hopefully she doesn't hit into any car or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, exams updates are still on the way, so hang around here rite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111393444951507614?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111393444951507614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111393444951507614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111393444951507614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111393444951507614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/04/cyclist.html' title='Cyclist'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111365730356591543</id><published>2005-04-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T06:12:01.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Overview</title><content type='html'>OK it's been awhile since the last update. Now for the news update about myself during these past few weeks of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before the exam whixh was like 27th of march till april the 3rd, I was supposed to study, but.... I didn't. Just couldn't forced myself to hit the book. Hmmm... maybe I did study a bit for my computer networking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Paper: Computer Networking.&lt;br /&gt;The one and only morning paper that starts at 9 am in the morning. The paper seems pretty much easy, well I believe that would be because of our dear lecturer gave us quite a lot of usefull tips. In the mean time I would like to congratulate him on his transfer from Singapore Polytechnic to Republic Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Paper: Physiology for Engineers&lt;br /&gt;Paper was quite a breeze, but I owe this one to someone, you know who you are. You have my deepest gratitude, and I love you... Haha, so serious without this person I would'nt even know wht to do, why? I didn't study a bit, so this person came into the picture and then we did a crash course for all the tutorials and then walah paper was quite the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Paper: Organisational Management&lt;br /&gt;This is really crap. It's true that I did study a bit but still the paper was crap. One hour of nonstop writing and it's very tiring. Lucky enough for me, it's the same for all my friends; Went into the paper, sit down, made some composition with a bit of true fact from the notes and after 45 min to one hour then finish. End of third paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Paper: Biomedical Instrumentation&lt;br /&gt;The last paper ion my whole three years in SP. Face I didn't relly study until like wht 2 hours before the exam actually starts. I'm over-confident or am I just lazy too study? Maybe a bit of both. I have to say that this paper is a real screw up. The is not very diffcult I would, but only if I have studied properly and at least the nite before. Sad case but true. So for now I can only hope that I can pass this module so that I won't have to repeat another semester just for this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of all papers and also my three year of Poly life. The time now is 6.15 in the morning and I don't seem to be able to sleep at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111365730356591543?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111365730356591543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111365730356591543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111365730356591543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111365730356591543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/04/exams-overview.html' title='Exams Overview'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111254065934711691</id><published>2005-04-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:04:19.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NIECE</title><content type='html'>FINALLYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an uncle now, wahhahahaha. My niece is born today at 7.05 am Singapore time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise to the GOD in heaven for her safe birth and the safety of the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw my niece name is "Florene Aulia".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111254065934711691?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111254065934711691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111254065934711691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111254065934711691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111254065934711691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-niece.html' title='MY NIECE'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111244621439045421</id><published>2005-04-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:50:14.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are nearing aand I am the least prepared for it. I have Computer Netwrorking first, followed by Physiology for engineers and after that is Organisation Management then Biomedical Instrumentation for the last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn gotta study cant blog that much anymore. For all my friends who's taking the exams at the same time with me good luck to you, and for those who has finished good luck for results and for those who will take it later than me please study like hell, u'll regret studying last minute. (like like i'mo not doing it, hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111244621439045421?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111244621439045421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111244621439045421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111244621439045421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111244621439045421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/04/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111207028869706913</id><published>2005-03-29T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:24:48.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts now</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of person am I? I mean I have confused by myself not knowing who is the real me. There are so many faces of myself and I dont even know which one is the original. Well I guess I am original, an original fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the one thing that I really hyave to watch is my mouth. Many a times I will say out the wrong thing and not noticing it, so people out there do tell me if i said something wrong or something that you don't like. I really dun want anyone to be sad or angry by wht i say when I don't mean it. I'm really sorry for teh past mistakes I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect, but things that I do is only to give you more idea wht kind of person I really am I do not want to hide anything from you. If hate me for who I am I can't blame you but do know I will never hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For GOD to be good, Evil is a necessity in this world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111207028869706913?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111207028869706913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111207028869706913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111207028869706913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111207028869706913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-thoughts-now.html' title='My thoughts now'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111183261057269059</id><published>2005-03-26T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T18:23:30.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me going nuts</title><content type='html'>This is really a joke, a girl picked up a stray cat on the street. The cat was tamed he never did struggle when the girl pick him up. Then the girl raised the cat, feed it and took care of him with love.... Time goes by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat who became a stray because the previous owner has abandon him,  felt that he should once more trust human beings and so the days pass by full of care and love. The cat was happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day the girl brought the cat some where and said "Dear, now is your freedom without me. Be a good boy and set yourself free. I can't be attached to you, I can't love you cause my previous cat left me... So before that happen I have to let go of you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No everyone, does this incident seems familiar to you. What has happen should never be experienced again, tht is wht the girl wanted to say, esp. the painful ones. So now tell me then the cat who is used to be fed and took care of, will he be able to survive in this world? without knowing how to hunt, how to live by it's own? Is that the right thing to do? Will he hate humans again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have to say, be true to your feelings do not let your imagination decieve you. Say what you want to say, and do what you want to do. Made sure those who are dear to you knows that they are dear. If they are sear to you make them happy and keep to your words, abandoning one who is dear is the most shamefull thing one can do. If they do try to leave you be strong remember that you have to play your part too. Kepp reminding them that they are dear and you wont leave their side. If things happen, cool down, sit down and have a good chat i'm sure some solutions can appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear fellow humans this incident here is just a metaphor so please do NOT think i'm with the animal rights people, I'm still your normal guy next door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111183261057269059?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111183261057269059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111183261057269059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111183261057269059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111183261057269059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-going-nuts.html' title='Me going nuts'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111164251514246207</id><published>2005-03-24T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:35:15.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare of FYP (Final Year Project is gone yesterday). Whahahaha, freedom is near... well there is one more obstacle to go, the FINAL EXAM!!!! in less than 2 weeks it finally coming the last showdown in the exam halls of Singapore Polytechnic where many student like me are struggling to get their ass out of SP with a diploma in hand. Study? wht study i havent even start to study yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and bout the interview really nothing to talk about. He (the examiner) went in then he ask me to start. not long after that he ask me to finish it quick so i did, me n ma partner finished it in liike around 5 minutes, after that a few more questions and all of it is done. hehehehe good life eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways just a bit of flash back gotta prepare for ma lab test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111164251514246207?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111164251514246207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111164251514246207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111164251514246207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111164251514246207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_24.html' title='....'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111063242672952217</id><published>2005-03-12T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:00:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so lonely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Without you here by my side I feel that I am all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This can't be helped that is because you do not want to be by my side and can't be by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is my life has to be so difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can someone take this loneliness away from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111063242672952217?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111063242672952217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111063242672952217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111063242672952217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111063242672952217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/03/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-111036161046614171</id><published>2005-03-09T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:46:50.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>What does it really means to hate, love and to be true to your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love , hate and lust have so much in common you cant even tell sometimes which one are you feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about a guy who loves a women. The guy thought he only needs this one girl in his life, but instead the girl just wanted his company as a friend. Sadly, the guy is willing to die for this girl but still there is nothing he can do about thier relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be one that is called true love? or issit just convinience when someone get married and to produce offsprings? Take a second thought when you said you love someone. Rechecked your feelings before it's too late. Why? The answer is simple once you've reached a certain point , return to reality will be painful, REALLY painfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again you might asked, why issit so? There is no deffinite answer to this each and everyone of us have it our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, the most confusing and hatefull word. How many women and men have become victim to the word only to accept pain, regret and sad memories. Men &amp; Women alike we searched for our special someone, we looked went through relationships and even sex. In this modern world it is rare to find a virgin girl to be your bride, how true is that? So why issit so? Issit the guys fault or the ladies? People now treats Love &amp;amp; Sex as the same, even I do feel the same. But what will happen if it truns out to be not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier Love is the most confusing word &amp; also hatefull. You will be confused whether it is true or not. And after the love has ended it all turns into HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE TO ALL, LOVE &amp; HATE are always together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt, Malice, Arrogance, Flawed, Nlasphemy, Hatred and DEATH shall rule human beings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-111036161046614171?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/111036161046614171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=111036161046614171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111036161046614171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/111036161046614171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110965046106200633</id><published>2005-03-01T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T12:14:21.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarrels</title><content type='html'>Feeling very sick today. Nothing is wrong but my body felt so weak. Well maybe a slight fever and flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I do have to admit that I have had any good sleep this past few days. I just kept waking up every two hours or so. Is there really something bothering in my mind? Or issit because before I sleep I always had some business unsettled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just kept running through my mind, and it doesn't go away even if i'm playing my game. Haiz, why is yhere so much things in my mind. Why can't I just get it all out then i can have a free and less troubled life. One thing for sure though, these things have nothing to do with my studies. I have clearead all my MST with all pass, not very good but still pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm talking as LP, you know who am I talking to. YOU. Our character doesnt really seems to match you and your trickyness and me with my stuborness. Somehow these things can work out but I guess you are right I and maybe we need to be more straight forward towards each other. I'm not that good with words or even apology but still I do want to talk to you about these differences that we have. It's true that I am childish, stuborn, ignorant and even insensitive towards others, I still trying very hard to please both of us. I do say both of us cause it would be selfish of me to just it is just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple times you have pisses me off and I believe I have done the same thing. Still we can manage to get through all that. I guess what we really need is to get to know each other a bit better eh.... What am I saying, anyways if you are really reading this hopefully you can understand me more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110965046106200633?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110965046106200633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110965046106200633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110965046106200633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110965046106200633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/03/quarrels.html' title='Quarrels'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110923359402986976</id><published>2005-02-24T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T16:26:34.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling low</title><content type='html'>Yes, maybe some of you will be wandering why the hell am I typing in the middle of a class. I dunno why just feeling damn bloody low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I just did a very bad thing. I shouldn't have said all those things to her. I guess I being very pettyfull again. Haiz, I wouldn't like to do it in here but, I'M SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm being a hatefull guy I will apologize to you in person so, I hope you will forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110923359402986976?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110923359402986976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110923359402986976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110923359402986976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110923359402986976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/02/feeling-low.html' title='Feeling low'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110788550823203905</id><published>2005-02-09T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:58:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY!!</title><content type='html'>OK Chinese New Year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Xing Nian (hopefully got it rite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways wht's so special bout this year, Nothing! I was like having steamboat with the rest of my aunts family and like really no atmosphere is there. Things go along and like nothing much happen. Bout 8.30 like that my stomach giving me problems. Cant believe it went to the toilet twice before I head out to Creativo downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up Events at Creativo. Here we just have a simple dinner with a small "Lo Hei" (sry Ghaz no hard feelings) which actually bought by Jason (again dude no hard feelings eh). Then things go on after becoming Ghaz bell boy for a few times. We go on to doing Ghaz work. Help out a bit and things go on..... After the work is done out the cards go and we play on until the count down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COUNTDOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah. I'm talking bout serious noise from the fire-cracker and the fire-works. Really man, everytime there is a fire work here it's like war. BANG-BOOM-KABLAM and such.  Also today is the first ever I have a look at the fireworks from below. Other than that I dun think there's other things that is really worth talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just one more last thing. The crowd down there is nuts, not the number are like high and the noise level, even at 2am+ they are still as noisy as ever. Sianzzzzz, I wanna sleep. SO PLEASE KEEP THE NOISE DOWN OR SMTHIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110788550823203905?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110788550823203905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110788550823203905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110788550823203905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110788550823203905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/02/cny.html' title='CNY!!'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110770259100185153</id><published>2005-02-06T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:09:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norm Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, again I didnt go to church. I am really a bad believer, and where in the world is my faith. OK, let's just drop the subject. n continued on with the update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after waking up I just took sometime before having my first meal of the day in like in the afternoon. So after the meal, I friend went out &amp; it's time to do some cleaning. Well nothing really much to tidy up, it's just that the dust is actually killing me. SO after a bit of tidying, out the vacuum cleaner and in the dust go. Wohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all clear and I was just enjoying eating dinner. And tonite is like I'm having an extremely huge appetite. Some time around 8 a friend of mine pop by. After watching an episode of anime and chit-chatting awhile, I accompined her to go down to do some shopping. Unknown to me she's actually looking for a bra-strap. I mean like could she have just told me earlier that she's looking for one, so that I don't end up accompanying her. While waiting for her I was like standing like and idiot by the walkway where all I see is lingerie. Boy, she sure took her own sweet time to choose. I  mean I looked like a pervert there, adn I do get some ladies looking at me with that "watch out a pervert" look. Sad really sad. The worst case, she didn't even bought one back, it's not transparent enough she said. Haiz talk about shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110770259100185153?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110770259100185153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110770259100185153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110770259100185153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110770259100185153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/02/norm-sunday.html' title='Norm Sunday!'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110762611996146115</id><published>2005-02-06T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:07:01.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPINNOVEX DAY 3!! LAST DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>SPINNOVEX DAY 3!! LAST DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK woke up pretty darn early. As usual I went to pick Cassey up first. Y? Well just to ensure she got to the time on time ya. So like we went to school. I got ready once I got there, n like prepare for a presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I feel like a sucky person during the first presentation. But soon it's all gone, by the second one I was like rolling it all out. I was talking nonstop all the way till 1+ and only then I was feeling hungry. Ok, so it felt good to have lunch accompanied by a beautiful lady. Man must be one of the most delicious lunch I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This astro ppl happens to be around before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok after lunch was basically nothing much, other than just fooling around: here's some pictures to show you all out there wht the hell we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gay around me! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner in crime, but the last one on the right is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathelene Take Our Picture, HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indonesian Gang!! (Tari is MISSING!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another partner in crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twin USHERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still another partner in crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see our DICK?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun worry not looking down on you, we look down cause got "cao keng"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0449.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Feeling Lucky ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ask me to take a picture with her k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good pundee brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0453.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this time I ask her for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that the end of the SPINNOVEX 2005. Wait wait, there's more. I forgot the closing ceremony. Not much of the ceremony it-self but is the way and while waiting to go in. I was like holding to Cassey's hand and back, and she started to say that she has a male escort and all of the door group + Jem was like taking thier own partners. And YES, we walked all the way from dreamhome all the way to the SP Convention centre walking hand-in-hand with our partner in hand. hehehehehe. Well before we actually enter the convetion centre and like I was thinking to give Cassey a mock proposal and she was like telling me to have both of us to give weach of us our own rings. Without much thoughts I just went down on my knees and like put the rings on her hands. YES we do have a picture of it, but due to privacy reasons no i will not the picture up. And another is that it seems Jem just can't have his hands of my lady. C'mon man always remember "KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOUR OWN GIRL FOR GOD"S SAKE!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;So the ceremony went on and walah end of SPINNOVEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END of SPINNOVEX doesn't mean the end for us yet. We all still have a party to attend to. OK so where do we go, simple my most favourite place to lounge, "BALLYMOON"! So the 5 of us (2 missing, Michael and Faiz) + Jem &amp; an Extra guy. We had the champange first, and as always I had my whiskey around. Still what is there to lounge when I dun have any type of tobbaco in my hand. SO there I go having the cigar (2 cigars actually) whiskey + white wine + champange. Talk about drinking a lot man. Hahahaha, I was so high that I guess my accent just changed. Took a cab to send Cassey back first followed by Wan Ling. The rest? they went thier own ways. End of today and end of update, now want to sleep. Hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110762611996146115?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110762611996146115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110762611996146115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110762611996146115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110762611996146115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/02/spinnovex-day-3-last-day.html' title='SPINNOVEX DAY 3!! LAST DAY!!!'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110751923425423518</id><published>2005-02-04T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T20:13:54.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPINNOVEX DAY 2</title><content type='html'>SPINNOVEX DAY 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally off today. Dunno y. Issit because of the lab-test? Work? I guess it can be all of them. To make things worse, ShuQun Sec came by and like girls from their volleyball club is there.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I dun feel like talking bout "her" anymore. Y youmight ask. Me and her we both had been through thick and thin together for half a year, but I'm was getting afraid, afraid of everything that surrounds me and her. So then I decided to break up. Deep within me I know I'm crying at that time. As man I have to show no remose but still even now my heart is still crying, only that I wish I didnt hurt her that much back then. If so happens you are reading this blog I can only say "I'm sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I cant get anything right today, feeling very down dunno y. PMS which only happens in ladies, bullshit. There is something wrong with me today and some how i try to fight it but still evil conquer my heart. OK so some friends came by today which made me happy, I mean to see some friends actually come to purposely see me in action. Well I guess that all for today see ya with next updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Aun Was there to see see school. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Pam @ "TUNNEL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110751923425423518?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110751923425423518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110751923425423518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110751923425423518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110751923425423518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/02/spinnovex-day-2.html' title='SPINNOVEX DAY 2'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110747040040247100</id><published>2005-02-04T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T06:40:00.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPINNOVEX DAY 1</title><content type='html'>SPINNOVEX Day 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The started early as usual. My shift today is like from 9-11, where as our opening ceremony is at 9.30-11. Well at first I thought that it would've been better when I stay a the dream home, and also it was my shift. Rachel wanted to like handle the first shift because she was put at the last shift and wanted a change. Soon after the rest of the team left for the opening ceremony, me and Rachel decided to ditch our job and just go to the ceremony instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the opening ceremony, I don't know why but it seems that we are just capable of doing stupid things anywhere, anytime. We took some time before the event start to like taking candid pictures and talking rubbish as usual. Here's preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/03022005_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me taking a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we are back at the dream home, seems like there is just nothing going around. Then what did I do? I was like just loitering around doing nothing, and always diturbing other groups that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lucky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes it was true I was doing nothing, but that was only until 3. Starting from that time is my shift, and I was like going crazy groups (big &amp; small) started to come one after another. I mean I won't mind if they was like a good tour listener, but here we are talking about people from young to old and was like chaotic. Some of them just want to get in and some was like interested and others cant even be bothered. I can only hope that Day 2 would be much better. Cause if not I'm afraid I might collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110747040040247100?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110747040040247100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110747040040247100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110747040040247100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110747040040247100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/02/spinnovex-day-1.html' title='SPINNOVEX DAY 1'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110733846954901863</id><published>2005-02-02T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:01:37.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRE_INNOVEX</title><content type='html'>PRE-SPINNOVEX!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day where the press come n like busy body around the projects. Well hell yea, who cares. I'm like totally tired ya, so here I am typing some shit out of my mind. Today was'nt really a bad day you know with some things going here n there where we the door group (see pictures later) had home made lunch. Yup, I'm talking bout huys doin cookin here. I made some fried rice, how did it taste? dun ask me it's all taste the same to me, n guess wht didn't even tasted it when I cook it. In the meanwhile, Jem made some black pepper pasta, boy it sure was tasty. The spicyness of the pepper n the soury taste of lemon. Damn sure made myself hungry n want to eat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview?&lt;br /&gt;I say Fuck it man, WHO CARES BOUT IT!!! I wanna see some chicks. I'm freekin sick of publicity. So i just want to lay back and enjoy some sight seeing. Oppps, the other interview is different. Panel of jugdes seems impressed. I hope they are impressed on my stuff not the way I bluff my way through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's cut the crap n let's see some pictures ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/02022005_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, We are the door group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemuel with da door group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/shadow0x/IMG_0413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm da MAN!!! Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110733846954901863?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110733846954901863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110733846954901863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110733846954901863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110733846954901863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/02/preinnovex.html' title='PRE_INNOVEX'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110719544064567818</id><published>2005-02-01T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T02:17:20.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INNOVEX Soon</title><content type='html'>SPINNOVEX 2 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father came for a medical check up last week. At first have to admit that I thought it would be troublesome when he is around. I was quite surprise that he was actually giving me adult freedom. Not that I'm talking about smoking n drinking, I'm talking bout time here. It seems that he knows that I still need privacy time n let me have some time on my own. Now that he's gone, maybe I do miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up SPINNOVEX. Everthing looks fine until today. It seems that there is something is wrong with my door. Can't read any of the cards available. Sabotage? Nah, I dun think so. Most probably a system failure. Sad, Very sad. How could this happen to me at the last minute. Haiz anyways I'm too awake to sleep guess i still should try to rest huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110719544064567818?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110719544064567818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110719544064567818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110719544064567818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110719544064567818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/02/innovex-soon.html' title='INNOVEX Soon'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110669762921187475</id><published>2005-01-26T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T08:00:29.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired at the office</title><content type='html'>Note: This is yesterday blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling extremely sleepy at the office. So I decided that better to have a blog entry rather than just sleeping around and get caught red-handed. Why do I say so? You see when I sleep I don’t make noise, at least when I’m typing there is still the noise from the keypads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my dad gave me a SMS telling me to go buy him a ticket from here in SG to JKT with a budget of below SGD90, date of dept, Sunday. Not that I have anything against him coming here, but I just feel that now is a bad time to come here. I mean like I’m totally busy with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the SPINNOVEX is just a week away, and not to mention my alumni meeting this Thursday  (my dad is coming on Thursday), still I have to get back to office on Saturday. Haiz, paper work is pilling up….. Arghh I’m really going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten to bring the drawing for the dream home where I promised Mr. Chong that I would give him by tomorrow. Speaking of dream-home, there’s the presentation again today at 5. Sadly I have to work so lucky enough Rachel is there to cover me. Kinda funny where Wan Ling told me that Rachel quite good in her presentations. So what happen last nite was….. She’s online so I thank her for being able to cover me today, but she’s a bit unsure of what to say. In the end I made up a quick script for her, a script that was thought just after my morning shower yesterday. I felt that it was all crappy and stuff, but she says it was ok. Now I can only hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit more story bout last nite, Rachel really is an amusing girl. I mean I took a photo of my headshot and she says it creepy, next I put up one of my favorite, which is the middle finger, again she still says it’s creepy. SO I thought just use up one of the oldest photo I have, only hen she was satisfied and said “this one more handsome”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110669762921187475?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110669762921187475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110669762921187475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110669762921187475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110669762921187475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/01/tired-at-office.html' title='Tired at the office'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110605105599348592</id><published>2005-01-18T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T20:26:06.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>Ok, today I have nothing much to do at work, so I decided to like have another entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is rare, but what can I do while trying to spend more time here in the office so that I can get more money and not doing any work? I found out that I could write a blog entry on word first so that later when I get home I can just post it. Wahahahahaha talk about “eating snake”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite my roommate was playing maple story up to 4 in the morning. It really pisses me off when he did that. I mean for a person who’s very sensitive when talking about a good rest, it is total annoyance. Well in other words I can’t sleep when there is noise and light. Argh can’t believe that I actually woke up late for work. Not as if the people in the office care as I can come and go as I like. I work in this small office ever since my last attachment, which was like mid of last year. After the end of my attachment I started to become a part time draughtsman with a pay of SGD7/hour and my transport fee is covered as SGD5 per visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that this blog just got to be known by a few new friends so I would like to say ‘HI’ to them. Yes this goes to all of you; Rachel (The blonde one), Wan Ling (The feisty one), Cassey (The cute one), Michael (the Filipino guy), and Kian Hui (*hope got your name right*). Well some of you might be asking who the hell are these people? They are my new friend just got to know them recently though we might have seen each other’s face some where in SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Wan Ling belong to the Thumb-Print group. Rachel like I mentioned earlier has blond hair, though not natural. My first impression was she is just the cute and shy type of girl. She didn’t talk much when I got to know her two weeks ago, but boy I was proven wrong, she’s out going and perky, still there is a sense of laziness within her. Why do I say that, simple, cause she always wants to sleep. Next is Wan Ling, a girl who’s out going friendly and surprisingly she likes anime &amp; especially manga. One thing I realize yesterday, she’s hooked to the net. Once Wan Ling is in front of the com it is close to impossible to get off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vein group consists of Michael, Kian Hui, &amp;amp; Cassey. Michael Olimpo and what-so-ever(his name is so long even my full name is shorter). Michael is a Filipino, still he is a Singapore PR, unlike me who’s still a foreign student. Michael is another guy who share the same interest in animes. Quite the outgoing guy and also very dedicated to his GF, well at least that is how I look at it judging from his good friend Kian Hui reaction. Kian Hui, also another anime freak, I have nothing much to say about him. He is just your normal guy next door nothing particular that made him stands out, well at least he’s a good guy not a bad-ass like me or some “wise-guys”. Cassey, the very first girl I got to know from the three. She use to braid her hair when I go to know her, but hey Cassey you look good with your hair down too. Impression towards her, nothing much I guess compared to the rest I spend the least time talking to her. Seems like every time she’s busy with her BF or some other thing and hey I’m not in a position where I can talk about what she did. It’s not like I am her BF or someone close to her anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about the new friends. And time to close this blog entry C YA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110605105599348592?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110605105599348592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110605105599348592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110605105599348592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110605105599348592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110562218480756948</id><published>2005-01-13T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:16:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed-Up</title><content type='html'>I'm Totally pissed today. Not only today is where a class cancelation rarely happens, toady is also the only day that I really feel like playing MapleStory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I so pissed about then. The day started off normally until lunch came. there the news of the BI (Biomedical Instrumentation) class is cancelled. Wow, everthing looks like it's going for the better, but.... After I went to the bank and deposit some money, and also to buy some lunch the phone rang and suddenly there was a problem in dream home. I tried to ignore it, but in the the end I went back to school. So when I reach there, guess wht, problem solved n it got nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will most probably the last time that I'm going to come down if there is a problem at dream home. Well at least if I'm already at home. There was another incident I think just a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that I was having a nap, and then I recieved a call saying that I am wanted by two preety lady is looking for me at dream home. I thought I would be some thing urgent and I went down. There was actually nothing urgent just that I need to make some spaces for the thumb-print group. See It was all nothing but things that can be done later. Haizzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110562218480756948?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110562218480756948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110562218480756948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110562218480756948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110562218480756948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/01/fed-up.html' title='Fed-Up'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110536434312134150</id><published>2005-01-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:39:18.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Today is just tiring, dunno why just tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to school late, as usual... well nothing happen actually. So the day continued on and after the tutorials came lecture. I tried my best to be at my best form, but still more of the log book is yet to be filled up, n not to mention the poster that is due today. Okay, so nothing much happen I tried to do my best to do up the log book and somehow managed to finished it by end of lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I is lunch break, where were I? At dream home of course, well for those who don't know that is my project room. I finished up what I couldn't do last week. Got everything done in bout 15 min, so I continued on with my poster design. Thought up of some words and managed to get the wordings don in another 10 min. Only then I realise something..... The pictures are not ready, n King has not delivered his camera yet. Well.. he did say that he's not coming to school today. Jem, who happen to have brought his cam, but it is inside his car, so I went of for class. Hoping that the class finished early, &amp; jem would by then have the camera ready I went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Physio lab &amp;amp; tut, started off late by 30 min, J's excuse was he was meeting up with his PTN students. Small matter ya, so the whole class let it go.The class went on... and.... ritz was playin with riff pencil case... The one with the Superman logo.... Ritz was putting it up on his chest and purpopsely let J saw it... Hell man aint it stupid or wht.. ok to continue, J saw it n said "You know if you are superman, you should wear your brief outside. Then I throw you out of this 6 floor and see whether you can fly." Man I can't hold the laughter in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class went on.... Again Ritz is up to his antiques... Seeing Pam with her shoulder bare clothing, Ritz pulled down his jersy so that one side of his shoulder is bare, AGAIN, J saw that n lost his concentration. At this point of time, I was thinking how lucky am I to be in a class where boredon was not really afactor. I mean with people like them around most of the time there is never a dull moment. Class went on without much interfererance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh n what happen to my Poster... I just bring it home, and hope tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110536434312134150?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110536434312134150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110536434312134150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110536434312134150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110536434312134150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/01/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110525411619595994</id><published>2005-01-09T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:01:56.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Terror!!!</title><content type='html'>HELL YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this bar called "Zombie Rock", what am I doing there, well just to enjoy some black metal gig. All the band available is local, but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later closing to the end, a big, fat bastard came by my side and produces his free drink coupon and said he wanted a "Jameson". Actually the coupon only entitled you to a bourbon, whiskey, or beer. So he stated to say "Fuck it!", he looked at me and then said, "Say do you drink?". I was startled for a moment before replying yes. Then he continued "Here go and have yourself some fucking drink," then he looked at the bartender "And give me a fucking Jameson". After the whole shitty event, he hang aroung me for a while until a few of his friends came along then he started to order more drinks for himself n his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moves along and do nothing else much happens. Speaking of which before the bastard came along there was this two ladies sitting just beside me, I guess they wanted go and shake some head at the dance floor, so one of them ask me "Are you a decent man?". Hell man do I look like a decent man? I thought whatever man and just took care their things for a while until they came back which was very close to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the end, let's go back to the fat bastard. I'm still wandering how much can bloke actually drink he has been ordering alot of drinks. He even forced a few guys to drink, well yeah no harms done, but it's like he is trying to make people lost the mood. Well anther shitty thing that he did was during the last band performance he just went to stage and do some stupid thing. Lucky enough I was able to enjoy the music until the end, cause I was there from 5-11+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110525411619595994?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110525411619595994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110525411619595994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110525411619595994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110525411619595994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2005/01/extreme-terror.html' title='Extreme Terror!!!'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110212680498540909</id><published>2004-12-04T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T10:20:04.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP</title><content type='html'>Final Project, Haizzzz. Yeah yeah, I know that I have to get it done, but problems just appearing one after another. So ok let's start from the very beginning, which was like half a year ago, yea, I'm talking about half a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know which kind of project group and category I fall to, and also my lecturer-in-charge. So I belong to the category of home-automation under Mrs. Lee Mei Lai. After a few discussion with her, we decided to try out for dream-home project. From there on there are a long lists of projects that we could under take. Consideration after consideration I decided to take on an easy job which is the RF card door access system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tht's about it for the selection of projects, ok first problem. We wanted to make the whole system ourselves, which later on we found out that the design for the controller is a corporate secret, and cannot be found anywhere in the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110212680498540909?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110212680498540909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110212680498540909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110212680498540909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110212680498540909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2004/12/fyp.html' title='FYP'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-110181895055716662</id><published>2004-11-30T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T20:49:10.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look sulking</title><content type='html'>Haha, I was feeling down for the past few weeks. Why? That's cause i can't go back to indo. Shitty man n I was looking forwad towards it too. Haiz, dunno who to blame for this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll try to make this short. First I told my aunt tht i needed some tickets, so she looked it up for me just for a day. Unable to get it only after one travel agent, she told me to get it myself. And so I did, I called up my friend whom her mother owns a travel agent. To continue my story she didn't call back for the next two days, n  thought I can trust her, so in the end she didn't call back and in the end I never managed to get the tickets, so here I am sulking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I decided couln't sulk anymore, haha. Hell man I miss those who are dear to me back there. My aunt was back yesterday, but she only came back to my place tday. She brought back pempek (Palembang Fish Cake), and also some bakso which were "klasik". Man gonna make ur mouth drool man, it's been awhile since I last tasted that flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha, I thought I promised my self that I would go to school this week, but with Faiz away in batam I was too lazy. Hahaha, so tomorrow I will b in school, well dun have much choice anyways gonna have to meet up with an engineer so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-110181895055716662?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/feeds/110181895055716662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060372&amp;postID=110181895055716662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110181895055716662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/110181895055716662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2004/11/look-sulking.html' title='Look sulking'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060372.post-109988075055645830</id><published>2004-11-08T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T10:25:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>OK pimps, sure been a while since da last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For information only Shadow0x is DEAD. then revived as Gr4v3 (say:grave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much at the moment so just hang around I'll make sure I'll up date more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060372-109988075055645830?l=gr4v3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/109988075055645830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060372/posts/default/109988075055645830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr4v3.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!'/><author><name>Gr4v3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937899780574174624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdZp2kJk5vw/S2G078WPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fmiSi-gs3-I/S220/Darth1.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
