<?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-1993285217643958170</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:36:28.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Duck</title><subtitle type='html'>The hotspot where ducks don't swim</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-1966585723083336396</id><published>2009-09-02T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:21:08.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Another day like everyday. Not a big difference in any other ordinary day. Here I am back to the same old blog that I have thought long abandon. But whatever! Life is just another roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, form 6 is not a fun world. Even while in a co-ed system, life wasn't as fun as it used to be. Perhaps I'm just looking a lil' too far. Or too shallow. School projects piling up, homeworks are stacking up, petrol prices are hiking and I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I've lost all motivation to carry on. If someone out there can tell me what can inspire me to carry on, bring it on. I pray hard that someone will wake me up from this fleeting dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-1966585723083336396?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/1966585723083336396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=1966585723083336396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1966585723083336396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1966585723083336396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2009/09/walk.html' title='The Walk'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-6469460493257071999</id><published>2009-05-30T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:06:16.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Downpour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If there was something call tough, this would be it. Living as a Christian, but with no regrets to my decisions. Must I give up just because it's said so? Thought I look at a cup in so many views, it still is a cup. If you are reading this, you should know what I mean and who I'm taking about. Decisions weren't always meant to make the people happy. You may never know the person who decided on that decision how he feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-6469460493257071999?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/6469460493257071999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=6469460493257071999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6469460493257071999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6469460493257071999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2009/05/downpour.html' title='The Downpour'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-4658698665553320702</id><published>2009-05-29T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:28:40.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, I'm back once again for another boring session of my blog. Nothing much has happened this few day, just the normal. Other than that, life was extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminator Salvation was a MAJOR letdown. Compared to the predecessor series, this one was d worst of it's kind. Thought the effects were great, it lacked the fun-factor. To add to the list, John Connor didn't really looked like John Connor anymore. Kyle Reese wasn't the same Kyle Reese anymore either. And Arnold was missing in action, governing the land of California. Earth was definitely saved from the machines, but it was just not the ending I was looking for. T-600, T-800 and T-1000 looked all the same. Only the T-200 was a unique figure. Other than that, great work and great effects with a touchy spark of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp's now confirmed. It's on the 3th to the 4th of June at Palm Beach Resort Sematan. Pricing can be negotiated (i think) but the standard is 80$ for those in TJAC and 70$ for those who are not. Lite relaxation night so it's kinda a happy-go-lucky trip. Just bring yourself and toys. You interested, call me or Eric or Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all for today. The dawn has come and night has fallen. So I too must retreat to my nest to warm up my eggs. Or whatever that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-4658698665553320702?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/4658698665553320702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=4658698665553320702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4658698665553320702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4658698665553320702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2009/05/judgement-day.html' title='Judgement Day'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-7478669783689752703</id><published>2009-05-25T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:44:02.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil' World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm bored, I'm sleepy and I'm just being myself. Form 6 is fun. Yeah~~ Actually, it's not so bad after all. Every day is another day like no other day. My friends are coming back, so maybe it's gonna be a lil' more interesting rather that the usual, I'm the Boss in the CLass. More toys now to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A camp's coming up, so go. You want more info (I know you want), call me. Or Eric, or Elaine. Less details, more suspense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I still have a clean record in form 6 (unlike my friend in BL, wikiki...). Am going along well with the kids there and turning kids into simulated toys. School assignments are going on as scheduled and is progressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. For now. If I get interested again, I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-7478669783689752703?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/7478669783689752703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=7478669783689752703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7478669783689752703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7478669783689752703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2009/05/lil-world.html' title='Lil&apos; World'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-7774110269602473434</id><published>2009-04-16T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:05:01.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Calm Bake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedjgGEYiVI/AAAAAAAAACs/UjlZk7-krcg/s1600-h/onion-83.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedjgGEYiVI/AAAAAAAAACs/UjlZk7-krcg/s400/onion-83.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325334487424862546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets count&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I've not mistaken, it's nearly 6 months since I last updated this place. You can just say well...I forgot about it's existance for a mere 5 months (or more). Anyway, just a lil' update and nothing more, I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedjSKZZ_7I/AAAAAAAAACk/SVEnQKP9nMM/s1600-h/onion-92.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedjSKZZ_7I/AAAAAAAAACk/SVEnQKP9nMM/s400/onion-92.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325334248068612018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Form 5's over now what? The best answer would be just to go back to Form 6. In a way, I feel like it's a God-given opportunity for me to redeem myself since I played too much in Form 5 and did not prove myself well. In a way, I trashed my own dreams. But I believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; things will have another way round, so just sulking isn't going to save my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedjyySPYkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cpL-nWK5iII/s1600-h/onion-59.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedjyySPYkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cpL-nWK5iII/s400/onion-59.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325334808531788354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one news that would be nice is that my anime reviews are dropping. It's a good thing and a bad thing in a way. Good thing, I can spend more time on other stuffs. Bad thing, I lost track of updates and as far as it goes, I'm outdated. Manga wise, it's getting intense. The number of mangas read this year is more than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedkrLrqKPI/AAAAAAAAADk/QsBT16iGAlM/s1600-h/onion-39.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedkrLrqKPI/AAAAAAAAADk/QsBT16iGAlM/s400/onion-39.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325335777421961458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Activities done by me? Nothing much, just the mediocre of another student. Mountain climbing, paintball, driving, gaming, online chats, online games, movies, musics and home-work. There's nothing much to it. Currently I'm working on a short movie which will be presented on the 10th of May 2009 at TJAC (Tabuan Jaya Anglican Church). The movie is presented by the members of The Youth Ministry. For more info, just call my contact or the leaders. The work's getting tough, it's getting frustrating and it's definitely tiring not onli for me but also the actors and actresses. A real BIG thank you to all of them for making it happen and not just talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/Sedkq5JVBxI/AAAAAAAAADc/q-BC58VH1MA/s1600-h/onion-41.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/Sedkq5JVBxI/AAAAAAAAADc/q-BC58VH1MA/s400/onion-41.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325335772446131986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Farming? IT's been a long time since I last went there. Probably I miss a few harvest and didn't get any hard work in the sun. But the best part is of course demolishing the trees. And the most tiring one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedkqEskF9I/AAAAAAAAADE/KY6sKN909_g/s1600-h/onion-52.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedkqEskF9I/AAAAAAAAADE/KY6sKN909_g/s400/onion-52.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325335758366840786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love? Lets keep it for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedkqXoE5jI/AAAAAAAAADM/OQ85taCiezs/s1600-h/onion-7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedkqXoE5jI/AAAAAAAAADM/OQ85taCiezs/s400/onion-7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325335763448292914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me? I just told you. So that it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedkqhkGpQI/AAAAAAAAADU/gBEmZY8Rngo/s1600-h/onion-62.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedkqhkGpQI/AAAAAAAAADU/gBEmZY8Rngo/s400/onion-62.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325335766115984642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me, that is you.&lt;br /&gt;We're humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-7774110269602473434?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/7774110269602473434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=7774110269602473434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7774110269602473434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7774110269602473434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-calm-bake.html' title='Well Calm Bake!'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SedjgGEYiVI/AAAAAAAAACs/UjlZk7-krcg/s72-c/onion-83.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-1773489719529273956</id><published>2008-07-05T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:39:12.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silint Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The days pass by so fast, it seemed as if time had stopped. But the sound of his footsteps could still be heard from miles and miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a boy who always kept everything to himself. He tried not to let the world find him, but accidentally exposed himself to the sun. In the end, he usually ended up with sunburns. But yet he crawled back under the shadows which provided him with shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, he would sit under a tree and think, 'Was I right?'. The thoughts that ran through his mind were contradicting to his ideals...but he didn't really gave a long thought about it. He knew it was just a waste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;valuable energy which he needed badly for his continuous survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so his path leads him to busy roads filled with chickens crossing, or rivers where he saw ducks having a cup of coffee while fishing, or even a silent hill where chilly winds blew through his cloths and gave him shivers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-1773489719529273956?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/1773489719529273956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=1773489719529273956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1773489719529273956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1773489719529273956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/07/silint-hill.html' title='Silint Hill'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-4750911684856398761</id><published>2008-06-24T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T04:58:20.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U-Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Man, it's getting nearer and nearer towards the competition, and yet I still have no idea of persuading my parents to let me join. I just hope everything turns out well, because I'm the weakest among them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's hard for me, especially when I'm a shy person who isn't so brave to face social issues...weird. Wakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for exams, I'll have to balance it all with my practices so that I won't be left behind and fail my subjects anymore. SPM is coming soon after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, there's nothing else to say. This blog is becoming more and more boring as time goes by. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-4750911684856398761?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/4750911684856398761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=4750911684856398761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4750911684856398761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4750911684856398761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/06/u-nite.html' title='U-Nite'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-6495493434053973138</id><published>2008-06-15T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T06:58:12.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Another week, another day, another hour, another second. It just flew by as I continued to type. But it doesn't really matter to me much. It's another week that's filled boredom. And seriously, this week is nothing other than sleep and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I went to listen to my law course with my friend. It was really tiring. Not because of the physical pressure but mental pressure. Me and her had to think of some way to keep our eyes open and not look as if we're gonna sleep anytime soon. That's what I call hard work. *sigh* But overall, at last it's over. I'll be doing my law test this Saturday with her again...since she's too scared to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only something fun and exciting would pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-6495493434053973138?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/6495493434053973138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=6495493434053973138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6495493434053973138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6495493434053973138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/06/week.html' title='Week'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-520581937194471635</id><published>2008-06-11T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:29:56.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verbals and Accusations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;For whatever happened today, I'd not want to think about it so much, as it is not beneficial to me. Rather, I would only care about those who really need my help and at least appreciate it, even if it's a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so to say, why should I take the blame for everything that goes wrong in someones life? In the end, I'm only making myself look stupid and miserable. There are times when even a man must take his stand and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I make everyone happy? A simple question that everyone knows the answer. But isn't it ironic when you actually know the answer but yet still continue to do the same thing hoping for a better answer? Somehow, I seem to care a lot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, I don't care the least of whether people believe me or not. Suspicion and doubt exist i each and everyone of us. Lost of trust...I don't give a shit about that. If you can't place your trust in someone, then what's the point of actually saying I trust you and after all the bad times, you lose your trust.And that's what I think. I don't mind if you all disagree with me. After all, this is my opinion and my policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When some people face a challenge in life. For example, they cant get something in their want list, they turn their backs and point their fingers to people who stand the most chance of been on guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if I apologise, any idiot would be able to predict the answer from the person that's blaming they. It's just  waste of saliva falling on stone hearts and deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me scum of the earth, detestable, shit, trash, etc. I don't give a damn about all that. Shit me up all you want, because I wont fight back. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-520581937194471635?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/520581937194471635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=520581937194471635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/520581937194471635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/520581937194471635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/06/verbals-and-accusations.html' title='Verbals and Accusations...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-461490871541289635</id><published>2008-06-06T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:00:02.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishes of the Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SEnq_Pr6KTI/AAAAAAAAABg/jS6RgKnqYzU/s1600-h/1_340643818l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SEnq_Pr6KTI/AAAAAAAAABg/jS6RgKnqYzU/s400/1_340643818l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208952816294046002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, by the way. I forgot to mention about my fishing trip and how I was stupidified by the fishes. I can't believe it still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about my Gawai celebration...I went to 2 of my friend's houses and a swim at Waterpark with a few of my girl friends and guy friends in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically, other than that, I didn't really do anything much other than just lazing around the house and reading mangas plus watching animes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-461490871541289635?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/461490871541289635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=461490871541289635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/461490871541289635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/461490871541289635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/06/fishes-of-lake.html' title='Fishes of the Lake'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SEnq_Pr6KTI/AAAAAAAAABg/jS6RgKnqYzU/s72-c/1_340643818l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-7032130420333252574</id><published>2008-05-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:17:35.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!st July...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's coming~~! Finally, Gawai is coming. I'm so looking forward to this year's Gawai event. Pork is the BEST~~! You cannot live without pork. Yeah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakaka...and that's what's coming soon. Back to the norms. Exams have just finish...finally. Stressful days and lack of sleeps and mangas are now over. But that's only for the meantime. My work is getting okay...but it's really tiring and boring...well, that can't be helped. It's a wonder how people can live on and work their lives out with boring jobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your references, animes and mangas are on hold. So those who are still questioning me about it...so very kindly please~lah, I beli laji 1 2 lipit maisalf agan. Soli ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming~~it's coming~~ ya ya~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-7032130420333252574?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/7032130420333252574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=7032130420333252574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7032130420333252574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7032130420333252574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/05/st-july.html' title='!st July...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-5593724191080821216</id><published>2008-05-02T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:26:09.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Emotional Emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's another day like any other days...just with a lil' surprise. Yet again, it can be considered as nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, I'll just move on to the point. Yesterday, I just fought with my shuffle leader. Rather to call it a fight, I would put it in a way to say that I guess it's my fault. I couldn't keep my cool any longer. Guess my tolerance level still needs to be patched up and fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, try to think about it. You do all you can for the group and when something really happens and it's true although it looks fake, people don't believe you. That time I was sick, and I really needed a lot of rest since the coming exams were very near. I told my leader. And the sentence he said really made my hat fly. Is it really that fun to see people being fooled? Is it that nice to act all fake and look at the idiotic faces of those who got fooled? And what did he say? "Ok, Go fake on John."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thinking about it now makes me a little agitated and angry. And due to that, I quit shuffling. You can say it was also for the welfare of the group. I'm not good...and no matter how long I train, I'm still so far from them, those that I admire and consider them my 'sensei'. I would only drag them down and make them slower. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can get really emo...or maybe I was emo all along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-5593724191080821216?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/5593724191080821216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=5593724191080821216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/5593724191080821216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/5593724191080821216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotional-emo.html' title='An Emotional Emo'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-7115249431060021690</id><published>2008-04-28T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:05:55.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SoNy EricSsoN W580i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Another day like any other day is today's day. What we all live for in this short yet fun-filled life is all about something which only each and everyone of us can tell apart since it's our lives. What"lah" am I saying here... haiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I'm back again...with usual news again, though I can't really remember the last time I last blogged here. Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just start anywhere I think I should. My birthday just passed, yeah!!! And I didn't celebrate it, yeah~~~! B'coz I didn't have the cash to bring people along...poor me. I didn't really fuss so much about it...since it was more of a natural occurance that every year, I never celebrate it. But I just want to thank all those that could remember my birthday...and those that could not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my dad promised me a new mobile phone! Overjoyed by the happiness, I shall upload the picture of the phone I've been waiting for...YA~HA!!! Sony Ericsson W580i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SBXvxpH1snI/AAAAAAAAABA/CBXCyX7UleU/s1600-h/sonyericsson-w580-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SBXvxpH1snI/AAAAAAAAABA/CBXCyX7UleU/s320/sonyericsson-w580-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194321381373096562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So that's about that. The rest of the days were...well, normal, you could say. But for those who really know me like those in Miri and in Kuching, I think you all should know what I mean...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life is just all about work and study. Study...study...study... But since I'm going to have my 1st semester exams, I have to study &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SBXxCZH1soI/AAAAAAAAABI/1gPi5h2ndck/s1600-h/onion33zf2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SBXxCZH1soI/AAAAAAAAABI/1gPi5h2ndck/s320/onion33zf2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194322768647533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; . I need my results so I can go learn my law...(still can't believe my mom blackmailed me into this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick again... It's been going a lot of times since the beginning of form 4. Haha...something must be very wrong. The sickness of the day, flu and cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new guy just moved over to out school. Some guy called Richard Wong from St Joseph, Miri. And the best part of all...he's totally clueless with bahasa Sarawak! It can't be helped. I found out that not many residence of Miri can speak bahasa Sarawak...and if they could, they could only speak a little. But that doesn't really matter to me. At least we got a new guy to play around with...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forgot...I just finish some animes and mangas! Yesh...finally. The animes that I now watch are a little old...so I can't really say it's all new. I'm currently watching Kyou Kara Maou! R!, Kyou Kara Maou! 3rd Season, Futakoi Alternative, One Piece, Daa! Daa! Daa!, Eyeshield 21, Hayate no Gotoku, Himawari, Capeta and Futakoi. The list is gonna be finished soon...and a new list will be up again. The manga's on-the-way are Highschool of the Dead, Eyeshield 21, Unbalance X Unbalance, One Piece, Anti Gravity Boy and a few more that I can't really remember the names &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SBX0cJH1spI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4PnPuHUYBi8/s1600-h/onegaind9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SBX0cJH1spI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4PnPuHUYBi8/s320/onegaind9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194326509564048018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. My stocks should be replenished around this season soon...so, watch out! And I finally met a girl with nearly the same interest with me...hehe...though I haven't really confirmed her existence and her identity properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be all about everything for now. SO now I shall make my new move into production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SBX1RpH1sqI/AAAAAAAAABY/jOU6AGad8oE/s1600-h/onion47hu2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SBX1RpH1sqI/AAAAAAAAABY/jOU6AGad8oE/s400/onion47hu2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194327428687049378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Eternal Puff~~~!!!! GO!!GO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-7115249431060021690?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/7115249431060021690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=7115249431060021690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7115249431060021690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7115249431060021690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/04/sony-ericsson-w580i.html' title='SoNy EricSsoN W580i'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/SBXvxpH1snI/AAAAAAAAABA/CBXCyX7UleU/s72-c/sonyericsson-w580-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-4527818476506901060</id><published>2008-04-08T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:16:51.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunz' N' DEADz'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah...I'm back again, from my disappearance. Wouldn't know how long it has been...but who cares? haha~~ Anyway, back to the live statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life's like normal...as always. Just that I'm still struggling with my studies and attitudes. Other than that, my homeworks...they're like ~~'wow'(if you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap classes are like normal...just with a few additions to it, like Physics. Other than that, it's just the normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/R_t-E8GxbrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1nSrwMV_BYc/s1600-h/orunarv6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/R_t-E8GxbrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1nSrwMV_BYc/s320/orunarv6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186878019166367410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Shuffling has been going well and cool all the way. I'm at least happy with my progress...though I am still VERY far from good. My group has just changed it's name from HSS to HSK. The team logo's something like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/R_t8pMGxbqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GEjuW5EvfeQ/s1600-h/CA8L6NKL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/R_t8pMGxbqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GEjuW5EvfeQ/s320/CA8L6NKL2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186876442913369762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My normal daily lifestyle is no different from other kids. I go to school, I come back from school, I watch my anime, I read my manga, I play my games, I eat, I sleep and I do everything again. I can't really think of anything that had really been more-than-normal that I find worth saying. Other than that, it's as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are still in the way of progression...but I'm really not motivated to go on. I can't really see myself realizing my dreams and goals(and if I could...wow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this...let the BASS bash you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-4527818476506901060?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/4527818476506901060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=4527818476506901060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4527818476506901060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4527818476506901060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/04/gunz-n-deadz.html' title='Gunz&apos; N&apos; DEADz&apos;'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/R_t-E8GxbrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1nSrwMV_BYc/s72-c/orunarv6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-3803697983441994611</id><published>2008-03-08T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:40:42.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I can't believe myself that I actually left this part out for nearly one whole month straight...though it's actually over one month. Anyway, lets get up to date. The same as usual, eat, play, sleep, homework, study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The polling day has just ended...with a tremendous defeat in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Barisan National&lt;/span&gt;(BN) against the Oppositions like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Keadilan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PKR&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PAS &lt;/span&gt;and so on. But that's not really my real concern. Rather, it's got nothing in common with me for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just recently started to learn how to dance(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Shuffle&lt;/span&gt;) but I'm like practically not really good at it. I think it'll take me at least nearly half a year to learn and practice everyday to just be at a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;not-so-horrible&lt;/span&gt; level. But so to say, I don't really want to do it in public...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been shoved into a mooting competition...and it's like I've practically have no idea how to do it...haha. We're(John, Jared, Sara, Fiona, Cedric, Nicole)  gonna try our best to bring the other teams down and be in the running to move off to Australia for the Grand Finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime watching and Manga reading has been on a stop, since I'm kinda packed up with my shuffle practice and mooting. Not forgetting my debate match in April. Packep up like a beanbag. Anyway, just for your information, anime and manga sales are on stop now, since my partners and I are busy with studies and exams. Yeah, so to my buyers...sorry! Ya~Ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HSS&lt;/span&gt; are gonna blow your minds out with our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;shuffles&lt;/span&gt;...YEAH! Turn on th &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;BASS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-3803697983441994611?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/3803697983441994611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=3803697983441994611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3803697983441994611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3803697983441994611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/03/hss.html' title='HSS...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-1516763089076228833</id><published>2008-02-03T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:07:56.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wow...time does fly really, really fast. It's nearly a month since I last posted up something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now to update this boring site of mine. Life's having it's ups and downs. I'm as usual...just with a lil' difference. School's been really tough. Studies are coming in. The pressure is getting heavier...yeah...I can feel it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically, I've been digging my own grave these few days....for no reason. Sleeping late, not finishing homeworks, putting priorities at the wrong places....you name it, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm not really on my best acts now. Basically, my emotions are wavering my ability to think professionally and effectively. I'm not sure if it's my fault, but my friends are leaving my one by one. I mean...I'm good with the Bumiputras and the Malays...and my girlfriend is an Iban...but it's my Chinese friends that are leaving me. Just to put it simple...perhaps they think I've abandoned the Chinese Brotherhood which I did not but can't explain to them. I've been a bad friend...failing them in everything I do. So the blame's on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life's pretty good here. I'm grateful to God that my girlfriend is one person that I did choose well...I think. My parents are out-of-the-ordinary. I'm good with kids now. I smile more. I laugh more. I can do things people are afraid of doing out of pride. All these I can do, because He did it. Thanks to that person, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Black, black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; black,&lt;/span&gt;...left out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-1516763089076228833?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/1516763089076228833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=1516763089076228833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1516763089076228833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1516763089076228833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/02/left-out.html' title='Left Out...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-6754500117344231267</id><published>2008-01-10T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:10:20.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-lone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I totally forgotten about this site since I was so packed up with homeworks and assignments. Life's not as easygoing as it was this year, bearing the fact that I'm now in my last year in high school and I'm gonna be taking my exams soon.  But before all that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt; to everyone!!!  I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of school was ok...but being sick for nearly 3weeks is really no fun. What more to say, 4th day of school and I had to ask for permission to be excused from school due to my health. I'm really getting sick of being sick. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for update, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lucky Star&lt;/span&gt; is now in the collection. Downloading has not been so good since my area is suffering from limited broadband...really really no fun at all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kyo no Go no Ni&lt;/span&gt; is coming in soon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rosario+Vampire&lt;/span&gt; has just been released, so downloading this anime won't start so early...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's not really a fun stuff after all...if you're all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-6754500117344231267?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/6754500117344231267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=6754500117344231267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6754500117344231267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6754500117344231267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2008/01/lone.html' title='A-lone'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-3773669202946334793</id><published>2007-12-24T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:21:46.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to be a King...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;First of all...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; to all my readers of this boring blog! Wish you all the best in everything you do and a blessed 2008 year that is next year! Yeah...haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Now to the stuffs. What have I been doing these few days after coming back from Kuala Lumpur... Basically, I've been busy with our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SFEC Youth Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas Dinner 07&lt;/span&gt;. Not forgetting our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;caroling&lt;/span&gt; too! In this season, I'm busy with meetings and preparing stuffs for the party that's on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;27th of December&lt;/span&gt;. It'll be held at my church, SFEC(St Faith Extension Center), &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;6pm&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;10pm&lt;/span&gt; plus...I think. If any of my readers wanna go...COME! I'll meet you there and party with you all. It'll be fun...hehe...since I'm in the committee..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroling has been good...so far. Everyone loves it(c'mon...who doesn't love it?). I'm a singer(since I cant play the guitar so well like the others). We've been to a few places like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mental Center&lt;/span&gt;(7th Mile), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Bishop Bolly Lapok's house&lt;/span&gt;(McDougall Road), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Darren's house&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Uncle Dennis' place&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Uncle Voon's place&lt;/span&gt; and a few &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; places that I can't seem to remember now...haha(getting old)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to play &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DOTA&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Defence of the Ancient&lt;/span&gt;) again...ever since I stopped 6 months ago. I played with a few of my friends...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Godric, Julian, Vyner, Justin, Delvin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;. I won a few...I lost a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt;! Haha...I'm a bad player in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the very recent stuff, starting from 3.09am (Tuesday, 25 December 07). I just came back from my friend's farewell party and Christmas countdown. It rocks man!!! Though I got scolded for coming back very late...and that is around 2am. Well...I can't blame my parents for scolding me. I can understand it. Any parent will do the same...as they love, care and worry for their kids a lot. And my parents are one heck of a worry partner. I'm grateful...though sometimes they can really get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, 2000 years ago...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;somewhere, in the middle of noway, a child was born&lt;/span&gt;. Born in a stable. Born with some animals by His side. Born with hay everywhere. Born with a loving parent. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Born to be a King&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;He was born for a mission&lt;/span&gt;. A mission known as '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody Save Me&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He was Jesus&lt;/span&gt;...an ordinary man in this world but my Lord in heaven. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He was here for you...and always will be there for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-3773669202946334793?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/3773669202946334793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=3773669202946334793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3773669202946334793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3773669202946334793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/12/born-to-be-king.html' title='Born to be a King...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-8101870703540313881</id><published>2007-12-09T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T04:35:51.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AirAsia.com...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll make this post as short as possible. I'm now in KL, just came back from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;. Now at my aunt's house doing this work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Came to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt; using &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AirAsia&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;now everyone can fly...&lt;/span&gt;). Used 2 bus, a gondola and my legs to reach my hotel room. Location: VERY VERY far from the main event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bowling&lt;/span&gt; with my friends at night. Tried very hard to budget(1 plate of chicken rice = RM12). Bought a few dingles...wow. Went bowling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Came down to KL using 1 gondola, 1 bus, 1 monorail, 1 lift and legs to reach my hotel room. Suffered some misunderstanding with the receptionist. Went to 1 Utama to shop. Fell in love with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Reject Shop'&lt;/span&gt;. Bought some jackets, shirts, jeans, toys(how old am I?), &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;stuff to cover mens stuff&lt;/span&gt;, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sushi&lt;/span&gt; buffet. Ate till drop dead. Food rocks. Too much &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt;. Played guitar. Played PS2. Played PC games. Surfed the net. Slept. And so on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Practically, this is a summary of what's happening here. Thought I think it's too messed up...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-8101870703540313881?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/8101870703540313881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=8101870703540313881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/8101870703540313881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/8101870703540313881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/12/airasiacom.html' title='AirAsia.com...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-5191197891095616958</id><published>2007-12-03T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T03:57:09.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jun ak Appai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm finally back from my YLS(Youth Leader's School) today. It was tiring like what...but it rocks. If only school was this interesting, I'd never fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for Miri somewhat on 6.00pm, 21 Nov 07. My school started on 22 Nov...but since I was using a bus...no choice. The trip was fine...but the bad news was I'm a water tanker and the toilet was spoil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Miri on the 22 Nov, about 8am..I think. Some guys came to pick us up. Andrew, Blaine, Evan...yeah, those were the people. Our campus was the Petronas Games Village. The place was nice...quite...it's got mini paintball courtyard. Cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the students there were Iban...so I had a hard time to comm with them...but God's grace, we wee all friends during dinner. Food brings Asians along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically...the whole course was fun. Every study session rocks...my roommates rocks. I was labeled with so many weird names. Bangau Joget...Jun (just to name a few)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff there was 'wow'. Beyond my expenses. Chips were more expensive than shampoos...oh gosh. The clothes there were like so much better than here. The shopping malls were bigger than here. So to say....nearly everything was bigger than here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of stuff there...Iban language, native behaviors, hair salooning, guitar, bass, gendang...and more. It was cool to know that I was acknowledge as a Jack-of-all-trades...though my mom always scolded me for it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm back...I miss everyone so much. Especially (blank spaces)...haha as if anyone would believe. So thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku na nemu jako iban tapi aku uleh jako iban mit mit...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-5191197891095616958?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/5191197891095616958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=5191197891095616958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/5191197891095616958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/5191197891095616958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/12/jun-ak-appai.html' title='Jun ak Appai...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-1817111333937438382</id><published>2007-11-07T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:43:20.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Another few more hours till it's end of school days. It's the most enthusiastic time of the year. The best day. The worst day. Anyway, it's still just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; which I can rest from all my working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;6 hours&lt;/span&gt; a day working is really no fun. Sitting there just waiting for customers that by any season. Stupid mood-swingers. Business is not really good these few days. Income is kinda like so-so. Stocks are replenish, so if any of my clients out there are reading, you can always gimme a call at my office numbers at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;082-459177&lt;/span&gt;(actually, it's just my house number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just surfing through the net these few days and happen to stumble upon a Japanese rock band that's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;. And the moment I listened to their song, man, I fell in love with the band. The band rocks(although their attire is a lil' you-know...)! Below is a picture of the band...maybe my taste for music might be a little weird after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/RzHYTORHHJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xlHNU1KpeE0/s1600-h/dir+en+drey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/RzHYTORHHJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xlHNU1KpeE0/s320/dir+en+drey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130119275310685330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THIS SECTION IS FOR CUSTOMERS&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Recent new stocks that have just arrived are as followed:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;AniMe SeriEs&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;-Hayate no Gotoku!&lt;br /&gt;-Kaze no Stigma&lt;br /&gt;-Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Nanoha StrikerS&lt;br /&gt;-Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Nanoha A's&lt;br /&gt;-Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Nanoha&lt;br /&gt;-Kyou Kara Maou&lt;br /&gt;-Ouran High School Host Club&lt;br /&gt;-Shakugan no Shana II&lt;br /&gt;-Bamboo Blade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ManGa SeRieS&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;-Akkan Baby&lt;br /&gt;-Ai Ren&lt;br /&gt;-Inu Neko Jump!&lt;br /&gt;-Maburaho&lt;br /&gt;-Zero One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please note that ongoing series are not available due to my laziness...haha&lt;br /&gt;*The same goes to some ongoing series. eg: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Bleach&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Naruto Shippuden&lt;/span&gt;, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;*Pre-orders can also be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~Back to the original stuff~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Prize Giving Award Ceremony&lt;/span&gt; is finally here. It's gonna be one hellish test of endurance. I'm going there basically for I-don't-really-know-why-but-I-think-I-know. I've just been awarded a new award in my class, that is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Miraculous-Left-Arm-Devil&lt;/span&gt;(what a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lame&lt;/span&gt; title...). I'm not really sure why of the title, but apparently, I've defeated 80%of my classmates in left arm arm wrestling. The shocking part is not because of the percentage of wins I have obtain, but the fact that I'm a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;right hander&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;brat&lt;/span&gt;. Can't really be sure whether should I be happy or not...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about everything that has happen this week or so. I'm really thankful that the holidays are near as I need more sleep since I seem to be lacking of sleep. I'm becoming more of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sloth&lt;/span&gt; day by day. Can't stand it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-1817111333937438382?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/1817111333937438382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=1817111333937438382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1817111333937438382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1817111333937438382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/11/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/RzHYTORHHJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xlHNU1KpeE0/s72-c/dir+en+drey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-1013669718587539262</id><published>2007-10-30T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:22:09.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic Sucker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So long, that it didn't even hurt and catch me. Another conflict with my inner mind. Yet another pathetic sucker rises up again to be a pure sucker. I keep on wondering to myself, have I actually take a step forward in this world of ours? People say that it takes a step to start a journey of a thousand miles, but it seems like my feet is on the same spot, circling in circles...non stop. Without direction. Without a goal. Without a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can remember, I've been saying the same old stuff again and again. I'm not even sure if you can call this self-pity or pessimistic minded. But I don't really care so much about it now. Whatever it is, I just have to accept it. Like it or not, and battle it all out. With everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my walk with God have been badly affected by my indecisive character. Guess I've fallen pretty far from God's Light(Kami no Hikari). I'm trying to make a comeback, but it looks like it will take some time. I really wish things weren't as hard as it is, but nothings easy. Just learned that anyway...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to say, I hope I can pull through this and survive. May God bless everyone out there and my futile effort. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-1013669718587539262?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/1013669718587539262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=1013669718587539262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1013669718587539262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1013669718587539262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/10/pathetic-sucker.html' title='Pathetic Sucker...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-4197443418613742871</id><published>2007-10-20T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:09:14.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The longer I sit here, the more I'm losing my senses. I'm just not really being myself these few days...for some apparent reason which I don't really know what those reasons are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sickness is getting better. Thank God. I thought I was going to get sick for another 2 weeks or so. But seems like eating Japanese cuisines has helped me to get better. Don't ask how but that's how it is. Even I'm shocked myself. Plus, my friends and I were crying at the shop. It was hilarious to see my friend made a huge mistake. That time, when me and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Player&lt;/span&gt;'(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;) weren't looking, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; took a sushi, stuff nearly a quarter of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt; onto his sushi and dump it into his mouth. The next minute, his face was opening a waterfall centre. If only I had the picture with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. My friends and I went to take a breather out at the cinema. Was watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Resident Evil: Extinction&lt;/span&gt;. Was kinda nice. But poor thing I didn't watch the first and second part, since those part tells bout the beginning of the story. The story, I'd give it a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3/5 rating&lt;/span&gt; sorry to say. The story was kinda of predictable actually. Most of the scenes were covered up. You know, the gore and all the blood which makes the story live up to its name. So, that's about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ObsCure 2&lt;/span&gt;. Just started to begin playing it. Man, I'm so outdated. The games something like semi horror and comedy. There's killing which you can't avoid, parts where you have to use your coconut to go through. There's part which you really have to make correct decisions and no turning back. The graphics are super cool and nice. The soundtrack was cool. Basically, the game should be given a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;4/5 rating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. A day which ruins all days like no other. Since it always breaks my heart so much I cant really control this stupid body of mine. Not to say my soul. Just this morning, at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7.24:26 am&lt;/span&gt;, I blew up. Man, my fuses are getting shorter by the seconds. I really sometimes hate myself so much. It's really tough not having a brother or a friend who's there to give me a punch and a kill. I'm an arrogant brat after all. So I gotta have a partner who's a real pisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find this partner, it looks like I'll have to get loosey and go  world tour for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-4197443418613742871?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/4197443418613742871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=4197443418613742871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4197443418613742871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4197443418613742871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/10/around-world.html' title='Around the world...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-4065306171315126319</id><published>2007-10-12T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:42:05.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephone + Matches = TeleMatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The statement above is really lame. I wonder how I could even come up with a statement like this. Haha... Anyway, things are not very good on this side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finals are finally over and I can at least rest my head for a while. That was what I thought. But amazingly, I came down with a fever right after my exams. So, I wont even be able to participate in the Kids Telematch this Saturday. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My LAN cable has just been bitten by a mouse. I just can't believe it. My LAN got bitten off and now I'm totally internet-less. My downloading process has been halted and I cant even finish my downloading. Sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's nothing much to say about. I don't really wanna remember all that happened these last few weeks, since it's really boring and tiring. Whatever, who cares now. I won't even mind if I got free games and unlimited access to my accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-E-L-E-M-A-T-C-H...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-4065306171315126319?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/4065306171315126319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=4065306171315126319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4065306171315126319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4065306171315126319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/10/telephone-matches-telematch.html' title='Telephone + Matches = TeleMatch'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-8554050073428163330</id><published>2007-09-25T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T06:26:17.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni Ganki...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Life's really more any more *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;* the more I live on in this place of mine. What more to say...more and more actions are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;2nd semester&lt;/span&gt; exams are coming up...let's say, in 3 days time? Haha...but yet I'm still here, slacking my time off...I just don't have the sense of urgency. Too bad...my bad habits. Seems like I'm already too relaxed since *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;* happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just received &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; shows and manga, so if anyone of those &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;specimens&lt;/span&gt; that are reading this page now and are interested to know what I have, you can always check out the corner of my blog for the titles and email me if you want to know what I have installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other that those stuffs...I don't think there's anymore action in these few weeks. Overall, it sure is one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;B_O_R_I_N_G_L_I_F_E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anything get more lively...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-8554050073428163330?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/8554050073428163330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=8554050073428163330' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/8554050073428163330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/8554050073428163330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/09/ni-ganki.html' title='Ni Ganki...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-5773293328911411768</id><published>2007-09-11T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T07:27:29.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G-pOng Midnight Disco Cafe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Finally, I've landed back into the small house of mine!!! Took me years just to step into this place again...what a bother. Anyway, let's move on to the real stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;prefects camp&lt;/span&gt; and man, it really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;rocks&lt;/span&gt;!!! The push-ups, disco lights, sub woofers and dances were just SO &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;! If I had the chance, I'd wanna go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with my friend for school since school was the rendezvous point for the participants. We boarded the bus as affixed and off we went!!! Insanity in the membrane. I was sleeping the whole way, so I didn't really know anything. But my friends told me that they couldn't understand how I could sleep with me doing head-banging in the bus. The road was so bumpy that there was nearly point-blank-zero for anyone to even drop to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we arrived at the camp only expecting the total opposite of what we had thought. The place was nearly like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;military base&lt;/span&gt; and we were commanded like soldiers. But it was fun. We immediately were located into our designated tents. I was sharing spaces with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tang Chin Teck&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Orang Asli&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Annuar&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yazid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zul'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had some LDK programmes and a lil' food. The session proceeded on till night and we slept. But the-tent-next-door had the session of ~Jangan Tidor Lagik~ on. So, it was quite hard to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning was really, really tough. Jungle trekking and Obstacle Race was held back-to-back. During the obstacle race, we were tortured so much we could feel and see everyone's true nature. Even I went berserk. But at least Niaw-Niaw and Hime-sama managed to calm me down. Eventually, we failed to accomplish the task and were punish. Push-ups are nothing...if there was on outside interference. The facilitators continued to torture us. We had to do the push-ups with a free trunk on our hands and that trunk can never leave our hands. But the facilitators took the trunk several time and ran off with it and we had to hunt him down. Thank goodness we were fast enough to pin him down and get back what was ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we were told to present our presentation for the night. Our topic was '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;'. It was about a terrorist activity that took several tourist as hostages and abandoned them in the middle of somewhere in a certain place. The best team wasn't us but it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Princess Fion&lt;/span&gt; and her Lemon tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was a real rush. Everyone panic because of the chaos. We rushed to pack up and left the camp at round 12.45pm. We reached school somewhere bout 2.30pm like that and I followed my friend back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I reached back, I slept all the way till morning without waking up and missing tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Midnight Disco Cafe&lt;/span&gt; was the best thing of all...furthermore, I was one of the host!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-5773293328911411768?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/5773293328911411768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=5773293328911411768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/5773293328911411768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/5773293328911411768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/09/g-pong-midnight-disco-cafe.html' title='G-pOng Midnight Disco Cafe...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-1767885809658702827</id><published>2007-09-02T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T06:58:01.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cock Hunters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's been quite a while since I last logged in. Can't seem to login that last few days because of very poor internet connection. These TM Net people can really piss me off sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the real stuff. I just came back from my church camp. Man, it really rocks. I played too much and slept too little. The youths were doing the registration for the participants of the camp. I was doing my shift with Sean until 1pm something. Then we stopped...so some reason. Haha. I had no idea why anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sharing rooms with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;famous cock-hunters&lt;/span&gt; of Kuching, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vyner&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bernard&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Godric&lt;/span&gt;. Particularly, the place wasn't really enough, since it was a queen deluxe(2 queen beds) set. Somehow, we managed to cramp everyone in there though. The other guys and girls were somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was...kinda okay. I just  ate up to my fill, so I didn't really care much bout the taste. Then there was a seminar. And some late night pool-ing with my friends. I lost every match anyway (except for the one against Sean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day wasn't really tiring. The seminar started in the morning and games started in the early afternoon. After the games was the baptism but I walked my way from the beach to the pool. I wanted to splash as much as I can before I came back to school. Due to my eagerness, I got a lil' too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was a lil' same. Another seminar and a moment back to the room with the other '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;radios&lt;/span&gt;'. The day ended with much satisfaction and fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the last day, and of course, the every-year-we-see-the-same-old-stuff-and-particular-old-items-and-occasions. Sunday service at Santubong. It's not really...how do you say...unique or anything, in my point of view. But let's just leave matters aside. I went back with my parents and headed to my bed and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; with the almighty cock-hunters can really take your life if you're not careful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-1767885809658702827?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/1767885809658702827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=1767885809658702827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1767885809658702827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1767885809658702827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/09/cock-hunters.html' title='Cock Hunters...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-8807440448479123697</id><published>2007-08-19T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:12:34.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Hand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, the holidays have arrived and I can kill my time the way I want to!!! Lots of work, voluntary work, watching anime, reading manga, playing games, sleeping...all these are really tiring me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been taking advantage of the double experience in Tales of Pirates Online. Since that's the best time to level up, might as well spent as much time as possible. Poor thing the Double Experience has just ended an hour ago. I cant continue killing pigs anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, add maths projects are killing me. In addition to the other assignments and homework which seems to pile up endlessly. Sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revy the Two-Hand, twin Cutlass wielder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-8807440448479123697?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/8807440448479123697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=8807440448479123697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/8807440448479123697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/8807440448479123697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-hand.html' title='Two-Hand...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-5537763180281305949</id><published>2007-08-02T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:11:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manga...manga...and more manga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suffering from sickness for a week sure is painstaking. It really sucks to be sick for so long. I'm not even performing up to my normal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just that, it seems like a little misunderstanding has popped up again. *sigh* Why does it always happen...It just can't be help. I guessed I joked too much, so it served me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finish reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Pretty Face&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Lilim Kiss&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Tende Freeze&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda dumb, all those manga...but it has a nice storyline. I've also just finish watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DN Angel&lt;/span&gt; and I'm still looking for other stray shows to be downloaded and added into my shelves. I think I don't have enough of these stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would wish for a pool of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;animes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;mangas&lt;/span&gt; during the coming Hari Raya season!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-5537763180281305949?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/5537763180281305949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=5537763180281305949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/5537763180281305949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/5537763180281305949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/08/mangamangaand-more-manga.html' title='Manga...manga...and more manga...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-2524453253393509525</id><published>2007-07-26T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T06:56:27.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Codename 47...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The exams are nearly over, and this means I have to start worrying about the results. Though I wont be surprise if my marks were down the drain, since I had no motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is missing in my life. I can feel it, yet not know what it is. This is just so frustrating. I became a prefect, that's a shock and a relieve to me. I've reconciled with my friend. But what is it that makes my heart throb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, leaving matters as it is. I've just lost my ability to draw. And the motivation to study. There must be something wrong here. Someone out there, come save me...? But I tried not thinking too much about it, so I'm playing '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hitman's Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;' which includes '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hitman: Codename 47&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hitman 2: Silent Assasin&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hitman: Contracts&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hitman: Blood Money&lt;/span&gt;'. That game has just got to be the best game I've ever set my eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthless man, indeeed, am I known as that. But passionate, not I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DEAD ZONE! CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-2524453253393509525?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/2524453253393509525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=2524453253393509525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/2524453253393509525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/2524453253393509525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/07/codename-47.html' title='Codename 47...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-3471104791912444406</id><published>2007-07-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T05:25:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Word's End...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This week isn't the week I wish had come...everything just came in too fast for me to accept. Now I'm at my wit's end to think straight already. I'm losing friends, time, work and faith. All at the same time. Can there be anything more that all these to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so-called hero here is on the verge of being push to the limit and played like no one's business. As the saying goes, a rise before a fall... I'm losing my close friend just over one silly misunderstanding and the misunderstanding is not even my fault. But no one believes me, even how much I explain. I guess this is the path I fall...before I rise again (that is, if I will ever again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I hear rumors that I will be kicked out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prefecture&lt;/span&gt; board because I could not mix well with the lower 6 prefects. In the first place, how in the world am I suppose to talk to them when I am not given the chance and obligation to start off? I just don't get how the board selects the people. Anyway, if this is how it goes, so be it. That thing will not bring me to my fall to further my education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I question everything ion existence. Am I the only pathetic being losing my faith over this things? Maybe this all is part of my punishment I deserve for all the deeds I've done. Maybe not. Maybe I'm just not allowed to live on with companions. Maybe not. Maybe I was just born with these luck. Maybe not. Maybe I believed in a wrong reason. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt; fell...maybe not...perhaps the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt; might rise again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-3471104791912444406?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/3471104791912444406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=3471104791912444406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3471104791912444406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3471104791912444406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-words-end.html' title='At Word&apos;s End...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-2858540830441876206</id><published>2007-07-08T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T08:42:55.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life De-Tour...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;...and one week has passed without me knowing about it or even bothering to wait for me to catch up with it, because so many things has happened in a blink of an eye. Talking about viper strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's jump back to reality and leave fantasy behind just for about 5 minutes. The weeks I have lived is pretty harsh...or boring. But one thing's for sure. I finally got to play futsal without embarrassing myself too much. Even my classmates took notice of the 'noob' futsal player who couldn't even kick a ball correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there will be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4S1 Cyber Style FIFA 07&lt;/span&gt; which is sponsored by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gabriel Libau&lt;/span&gt;(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;management board&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;officials&lt;/span&gt;(which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;). The match tables will only be present for 4S1 class, so, sorry to say to the others out there(though I don't think many people will care about this...hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming up. Around two weeks like that. So, I gotta strive harder to improve my results or I'm dropping this semester. And one more thing, the church camp is going to be held soon! And I'm the games committee member...hehe. Watch out, you old folks. I'm going all out and breaking those soft and fragile bones of yours with games of strategy and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Life De-Tour&lt;/span&gt; is sure going to be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-2858540830441876206?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/2858540830441876206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=2858540830441876206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/2858540830441876206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/2858540830441876206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-de-tour.html' title='Life De-Tour...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-4057985593461438537</id><published>2007-06-24T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T09:23:52.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Maidens and Slayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when I thought everything had gone well, things crash again...(sigh). That's what I hate about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;LEGO&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-ife's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-asy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;-oing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-wez) toys, they tend to always crumble. Sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally got DotA!!! At last, I can play all I want at home. But I'm not always free...and my robotics competition's coming soon. So is my Pitman Examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got embarrassed in front of my teacher by my mom, and now I'm not even on good terms with her. Seems like I'm on the verge of depression. Can't be helped anyway. For me, live and smile for tomorrow even though it hurts to. If only it was that simple. I thought I had covered my tracks well, but was soon caught off guard. Looks like I still got a long way to go before perfection(that is if I can reach perfect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead stressed out, having a trauma, losing my senses day by day and many more. Everything is just too much for me now, and I seem to be losing to my other self again. So, before my other self rises up to power and overwhelm me, I too, must prepare for the worst to come and fight to the finish to suppress him. Prayers and the only thing I need now most. It's not my wife, nor my comrades but God and Him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Rylai Crestfall&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lina Inverse&lt;/span&gt; just rocks the game of DotA man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-4057985593461438537?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/4057985593461438537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=4057985593461438537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4057985593461438537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4057985593461438537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/06/crystal-maidens-and-slayers.html' title='Crystal Maidens and Slayers'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-1430957217961005033</id><published>2007-06-18T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:14:33.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Darn man!!! I'm so darn sleepy. Hardly had enough sleep these few days. If only I had another week of school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just so...wow. My results are out and...they were better than I thought. 2 fails. I was thinking that I might get at least 4-5fails. Things are going well. I just made the girl I respect most angry(I wanna cry...), My internet's finally paid and back online and I've just received new games and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Life rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, just a lil' up-to-date info, yesterday's just past and it was parents' day(don't even think about asking me why 'parents day' is in small letters). We had a good laugh about the presentation we, the youths presented and the adults loved it. It was a major success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm becoming like a sloth each passing day, I hope I can force myself to cope up with my studies. All the best to the PMR sitters this year and SPM takers. Wish you all the best and sweet luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that's that...I would...just...want...to...ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-1430957217961005033?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/1430957217961005033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=1430957217961005033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1430957217961005033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1430957217961005033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/06/snore.html' title='Snore...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-6580053272492576502</id><published>2007-06-03T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:53:55.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack of All Trade, Master of non...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Finally, I managed to log in into my account. Took me about two months just to get back my second computer, and now I'm on downloading frenzy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Animeholical&lt;/span&gt; world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been going on for the two months? Nothing much in particular. Exams just flew by(and my results are sure to fail). The debate just finish(we lost...haha). Pitman exams are coming up. Alpha Over-stay just passed by(very meaningful event). Robotic competition is up soon(and why in the world I have to cramp 10+ monkeys in my 'cage'?). Finish playing Fable: The Lost Chapter. Currently sticking my face to the screen to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zero no Tsukaima&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Black Cat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inukami&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Utawarerumono&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kamisama Kazoku&lt;/span&gt; and a few more which I cant remember the titles(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;goldfish&lt;/span&gt;'s memory). Finish updating my Radeon Graphic Card. Got some new codecs installed. Running short on toothpaste and butter. Short on credit to sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a lil' cut-shorts about the events that went on since my last post till now, which is around 4.44am. Woke up too early and now, I cant sleep. Nocturnal animal, it seems. I'd want to state out more, but my fingers hurt after playing the guitar. Moreover, I need my over-left energy to pack up for the youth camp(which is today) and to sleep in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is where I stop for today. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Nocturnal animal&lt;/span&gt;s tend to sleep in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;light-day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-6580053272492576502?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/6580053272492576502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=6580053272492576502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6580053272492576502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6580053272492576502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/06/jack-of-all-trade-master-of-non.html' title='Jack of All Trade, Master of non...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-3809382022626830178</id><published>2007-04-21T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T08:29:03.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolled Flat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So long...so long since I last posted something up. I still can't believe it, how long it's been since I last logged in. Animal hibernation, you can call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the floor. I just came back from the Swinburne World School Championship Debate Tournament. At least my other team got into the semi-finals. It was fun, but scary. Since it was my 1st time there, I thought we would lose. Surprisingly, we won 2 rounds out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually all God's blessing. We actually just got the 13 topics on the day the debate was on, so, it was quite possible to say that we were preparing our points impromptu. Although with all those things in mind, it was really a cool experience. I managed to make a number of new friends on every round. More people, more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad think was, I fell sick right after the debating ended. I'm now currently suffering from flu, cough, slight fever, over fatigue and many more weird sickness. Hopefully, I wish to get better so I can enjoy life more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was really rolled flat on my back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-3809382022626830178?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/3809382022626830178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=3809382022626830178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3809382022626830178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3809382022626830178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/04/rolled-flat.html' title='Rolled Flat...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-156469300473844598</id><published>2007-04-05T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:50:46.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Tower...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Man, it sure has been a while since i last blogged. All because of my computer and my modem. If everything didn't go off like a wildfire, I'd be blogging everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few weeks is just all about work, study and sleep. There's nothing else other than all these 3 things in life. What else could be more 'fun' that all that? Sooner or later, I'll be a buffalo-pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, internet means no anime. No anime means no entertainment. No entertainment means no life. Surprisingly, I survived all that, though I wanted to download new anime and watch it as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to cut things short, I'm relieved to have my internet back. Which means I can continue my heavy 'torrenting' again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-156469300473844598?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/156469300473844598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=156469300473844598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/156469300473844598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/156469300473844598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/04/watch-tower.html' title='Watch Tower...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-7154517929595494117</id><published>2007-03-09T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:48:43.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the ToRChLigHT...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What can you find in this dark, abandoned place? Nothing. But surprisingly, people still strive to look and savage around. That's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world are people looking into my life? *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;* I just don't understand humans. Anyway, cut that topic, 'coz it's real borin' for you all. I still can't really believe it that I haven't been blogging for nearly a month. Time sure flies when you're filled with homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks just pass on without any fun. No surprises, no gifts, no commercials. More like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lifeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zoo&lt;/span&gt;, where all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;animals &lt;/span&gt;rather sulk at a corner that entertain and make kids laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things ain't going the way I planned. Seems like I'm failing to help out in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;God's mission&lt;/span&gt;. My efforts are seeming to go down the drain. This is just no fun. I'm even loosing grip on a very important friend. Somehow, what I'm saying now just won't reach his heart. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Where in the cycle of life have I gone wrong?!&lt;/span&gt; That question, only I and God can answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School works seem to be piling up day by day. Friends just seem to be farther and farther form me, drifting away. Time, the most precious thing in my life seems to be running out more and more. But I just pray that I can pull through this, with God's help and those close to me(if only I knew who they were).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people don't really know about my past, and neither my parents. Till now, I can't seem to find a really trustworthy friend. You know, when you've been betrayed so many times, you just seem to have paranoids in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I just don't really feel like myself. If I were normal, I wouldn't be saying all this, but I guess no one actually comes here...hehe. That's a good thing for me. Sometimes, I feel like I need a shoulder to lay my head on, but no one offers that service to me. In the end, it ends up with my head resting on the hard, cold floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wandering in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dark_ness&lt;/span&gt;, waiting for someone who would pass me a torchlight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-7154517929595494117?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/7154517929595494117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=7154517929595494117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7154517929595494117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7154517929595494117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/03/wheres-torchlight.html' title='Where&apos;s the ToRChLigHT...?'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-2090507023743923132</id><published>2007-02-17T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:16:16.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating Lights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's Chinese New Year, all's well ends well! So, it's been nearly 2 weeks since I last blogged(or more). Anyway, I'm wishing all my friends, teachers and relatives a very Happy and prosperous New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12am on Chinese New Year, you can see lights flowing around in the sky. These lights are called 'torchlights'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-2090507023743923132?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/2090507023743923132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=2090507023743923132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/2090507023743923132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/2090507023743923132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/02/floating-lights.html' title='Floating Lights...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-6058895889820234490</id><published>2007-01-25T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T05:41:29.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless nights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Days pass, seasons go...we live on, with lots of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt;. This few weeks have been just homework, homework and homework! So much homework, I lack of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;sleep &lt;/span&gt;these two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, nothing much happens after the holidays. Back to the same old stuff...like the migration of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;birds &lt;/span&gt;according to the seasons. The only thing that's new is about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Deeper Conference '07&lt;/span&gt; which is on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;14th to 16th of March&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Locations at EBC&lt;/span&gt; in the morning &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and at GNF&lt;/span&gt; in the night. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Fees are 45bucks&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;early birds&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;register before 11 February&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;60bucks&lt;/span&gt;(after 11 February). For the innocent who have read this and have seemed interested, they can call me at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;016-8878126&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;082-459177&lt;/span&gt;. They can also reach me by emailing to me at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ai_shiteru26@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;endless nights&lt;/span&gt;...of homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-6058895889820234490?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/6058895889820234490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=6058895889820234490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6058895889820234490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6058895889820234490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/01/endless-nights.html' title='Endless nights...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-3448426847364532853</id><published>2007-01-16T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T06:14:09.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo. It's been a while since I post something up. Why? Simple...'coz I got a lot of homework to do. Teachers are pushing us with assignments. Schools going wild. The world's collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. Few days have been loaded with works. Moreover, nothing much happen. Just that Eric is our new youth leader. So, I think thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be my shortest post ever...poor &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-3448426847364532853?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/3448426847364532853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=3448426847364532853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3448426847364532853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3448426847364532853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/01/decades.html' title='Decades...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-3603155956541035570</id><published>2007-01-03T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T04:27:35.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!st day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;School...it sucks! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;: To those reading this, in future when you have your spouses and kids, please...please &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; send them to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMK&lt;/span&gt; St Thomas&lt;/span&gt;. That is the worst school I've ever studied in, with the best teachers but the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WORST and most insane&lt;/span&gt; principal you ever know up-to-date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe it! My first day and I got caught! What did I do wrong? Long hair. To tell you the truth, I just went to the salon yesterday to get my hair done, and I followed the school rules. And today morning, I just got caught for having a long &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;side burn&lt;/span&gt;, which in fact is barely visible to naked eyeballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, putting aside my anger and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;, school itself wasn't really boring. I met a few new students from other divisions. One guy was from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aman&lt;/span&gt; and the other was from somewhere else I didn't really know. The teacher was nice...for today. The canteen had a new operator(must have changed because the old one couldn't stand the new principal).We had a few new faces in the PC class(thought I saw some of the same-old faces nearly every year). For the first time after 6 years in PC class, a girl will be studying with us. Well, doesn't matter much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!st day of school...was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;worst &lt;/span&gt;than being at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-3603155956541035570?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/3603155956541035570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=3603155956541035570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3603155956541035570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/3603155956541035570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2007/01/st-day.html' title='!st day...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-2742619396185286230</id><published>2006-12-30T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T05:56:30.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Vase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;continuation &lt;/span&gt;of the previous post, since putting it all together was too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with that, let's continue. The next morning. Man, it was nice. We had a session of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;devotion&lt;/span&gt;. After devotion, we went to play &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;basketball&lt;/span&gt;. I only played for a while '&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; my specs got hit and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt;ed. And I went off to join the others to eat breakfast. Now with my stomach loaded, we went back to church to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly enough, when people are sleeping, we were jamming. After the jam, we had praise and worship, games, games and more games. And the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;news came. Rachel, Ting(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Malaysia's best '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;' rice&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lavine&lt;/span&gt;(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;charming &lt;/span&gt;one) got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;straight A's&lt;/span&gt; in their &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;. Desmond got 2A's, Shelby got 5A's and I got...7A's! And that was my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happiest &lt;/span&gt;moment(although it broke out to be my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;saddest &lt;/span&gt;day of all). To end the camp, we were told about our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;guardian angels&lt;/span&gt; and to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;clean up&lt;/span&gt; the church. With this, that marks the end of the stay-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just relax until night. I went for dinner with Desmond and bought some games and a book plus a present for my friend. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This is where my day ended up upside down&lt;/span&gt;. To tell you the truth, I kind of liked this girl I met a few weeks ago. I thought I wouldn't fall for her, but as people say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;feelings grow overtime&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I did take up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;courage &lt;/span&gt;to tell her my feelings but...everything doesn't go as well as the world thinks. She turned me down because she didn't want to hurt my feelings and also '&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she was afraid her boyfriend might find out 'bout the affair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humans who can think properly, I accepted it(thought it hurts a lot). Well, an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;expensive china vase&lt;/span&gt; can just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;break &lt;/span&gt;without any rational reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-2742619396185286230?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/2742619396185286230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=2742619396185286230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/2742619396185286230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/2742619396185286230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/12/broken-vase.html' title='Broken Vase...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-1346855745992653607</id><published>2006-12-29T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:24:59.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owls in shirts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm back...with a lil' disappointment. Well, it can't be helped. I understand some things just have their ways of momentum. In fact, today's the day which I feel worst. Rather put it this way, I can't &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt;, nor &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;play &lt;/span&gt;my guitar because of my lost moods. A flop-eared &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, putting that aside(and wouldn't want so many people to know either...hehe), I just came back from my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SFEC Youth stay-over&lt;/span&gt;. Put in in languages, it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rocks&lt;/span&gt;...and it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!!! For my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;time, I played the bass guitar in the worship(even thought it was the worship session for the youth). And that was REALLY FUN. After worship, games came in(if I'm wrong, do correct me). Then came &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;. An man, I really ate till my full. Playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;eat-or-surrender&lt;/span&gt; with Guinevere(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hidden beauty maiden&lt;/span&gt;) is really hard. I won by only the last spoon. What's eat-or-surrender? It's just a silly game where I made it up when there was too much food on the table. 2 people play &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PRS&lt;/span&gt;(paper-rock-stone) and the loser has to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;(according to the bid they had agreed to, and of course, the bid has connection with food). After that, we went for a game of '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Treasure Hunt&lt;/span&gt;' around Tabuan Jaya. Man, it was tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...skip all the adventure('coz it's too long to put it in words). The conclusion. With &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maryann &lt;/span&gt;as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;coordinator&lt;/span&gt;, we're sure to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;win&lt;/span&gt;. Sure enough, we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;won&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, and now I just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt;. Before the treasure hunt, I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;suppose &lt;/span&gt;to give a short sharing about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! End that(and don't ask me what I said) part and off to the end of day 1. Some of the youth were too lazy to sleep...so they went on to play cards, different from me, I went to sleep immediately with Eddy(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hair stylist&lt;/span&gt;). And somewhere in the morning(4am), I woke up and found the youths still playing cards. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Owls&lt;/span&gt;. So I joined some of them. Eventually, some were too tired, so they went to sleep. The rest(Godric, Maryann, Guinevere, Lewis, Richard, Christopher, Kevin and me) continued. In desperation to find fun, they created a new game. A combination of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;punishment &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;memory&lt;/span&gt;. For those who want to know what the game is, find Godric or Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could barely find &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;owls &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;shirts &lt;/span&gt;nowadays...strangely, I could find them in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;buildings&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-1346855745992653607?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/1346855745992653607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=1346855745992653607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1346855745992653607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1346855745992653607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/12/owls-in-shirts.html' title='Owls in shirts...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-5303511319804560434</id><published>2006-12-25T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T07:44:57.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining bells...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/RY_xlmI3rlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_17KZbbuSPI/s1600-h/Picz%28677%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/RY_xlmI3rlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_17KZbbuSPI/s320/Picz%28677%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012490538481856082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah...it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;...I know. So what's so special 'bout it? Simple, 'coz it's special. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;birth &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;, the beginning of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;salvation&lt;/span&gt;, the death of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sin&lt;/span&gt;, the arrival of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pig&lt;/span&gt;(this has no connection with anything I just say, mind you all), the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;remembrance &lt;/span&gt;of Christ birth and a lot more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! To the point, straight with no fuss:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;-I see Maryann in the cutest casual wear I've ever seen. Rachel(the cute midget) and Denise have somehow been infected with some kind of sickness called '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I-like-the-way-you-dress-can-I-wear-the-same-as-you&lt;/span&gt;' syndrome. Ashley gave us all each a notebook personally designed by her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Afternoon&lt;/span&gt;-We had lunch in the church. Chicken rice, fast food, BBQ rice, Coke, Rootbeer, Orange and plain water. We went to Sean's house to discuss 'bout the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SFEC Youth year end party&lt;/span&gt;. I get to borrow Julian's amp again(yeah!!!). We went over to Unc. Voon's house to get matters approve(and it was actually approved without any &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bloodspill&lt;/span&gt;...surprisingly). Went back to Sean's house to rest. There, I fell asleep(I didn't even know why I stuff my head into the bag when I was sleeping). &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Elaine &lt;/span&gt;sent me home after the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;-Ate dinner with my family. Played the guitar. Played some games. Started texting humans. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maryann &lt;/span&gt;came to my house just to give me some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pizza &lt;/span&gt;and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;drink&lt;/span&gt;. Best of all, she &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;what was my hearts desire(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pig&lt;/span&gt;!!! The picture of it on at the top of the post). I so do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;her for understanding my heart so well! You're the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;, Maryann!!! Receive an emergency call from my uncle's sister-in-law. His mother-in-law was just admitted to hospital. My aunty left home leaving the kids with me. Typing this blog now while being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened today...Sooner or later, I'll have to dye back my hair again before school reopens. And get my hair cut(sigh...I loved my long hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Christmas, do wear a helmet around. Bells might be falling from the cargo plane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-5303511319804560434?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/5303511319804560434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=5303511319804560434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/5303511319804560434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/5303511319804560434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/12/raining-bells.html' title='Raining bells...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LK5Pgncf0IE/RY_xlmI3rlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_17KZbbuSPI/s72-c/Picz%28677%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-2989872215526100625</id><published>2006-12-24T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T04:06:48.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Drive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yeah...I'm back, with a more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;insane &lt;/span&gt;attitude now. What's been happening? You ask, I answer. Answers? Will be up in a few seconds. So I'll get down to business. What's all the fuss all these days? &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;...BIG stuff. Everyone knows that. What's it all about? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Turkey&lt;/span&gt;...and Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alright! This is it...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SFEC Youths&lt;/span&gt; are going to have a year end party on the 28th of December. And that's the day my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PMR &lt;/span&gt;results are out!!! Man, why all the fun stuff happens on the day I worry the most(sarcastically, I know the answer...wow)? And also, I just finish reading 'StarCraft-Ghost, Nova'...kinda interesting the story line. I really loved it! But 'sayang', the game is only available in PS(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PlayStation&lt;/span&gt;)2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas dinner &lt;/span&gt;had just ended yesterday...and it was sure one tiring day for me and the others. Singing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6days&lt;/span&gt; in a row is surely not something I can do overnight! And I finally got the present I was suppose to give to Maryann(since she's my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;...that doesn't sound right). Good think too, 'coz that was the last unit there, and I hope Maryann liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sunday...that's today. What happened? Ashley(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;fashion maniac&lt;/span&gt; girl) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cried &lt;/span&gt;in front of me...man, I totally am such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt;! I didn't even know how to comfort her(other than buying three packets of tissue for her). Richard dyed his hair, a lady got slained and we were jamming in the afternoon. Talking about fun...haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Night &lt;/span&gt;drives are kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dangerous &lt;/span&gt;you know...hehe..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-2989872215526100625?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/2989872215526100625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=2989872215526100625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/2989872215526100625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/2989872215526100625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/12/night-drive.html' title='Night Drive...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-7008049852862912086</id><published>2006-12-19T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T06:40:51.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Cars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Just to update this part of post, as I am quite busy like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bee&lt;/span&gt; these few days(and as I have mentioned earlier), we, the SFEC Youths are doing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;CAROLING&lt;/span&gt; at places you just don't expect. For example, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Crown Square&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;dead zone&lt;/span&gt; area), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarawak Blind Center&lt;/span&gt;(where the blind seek refuge), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Parkson&lt;/span&gt;(just near the river where the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sharks&lt;/span&gt;' live) and other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been doing practises these few days, so I'm very confident everything will go well and smooth, smooth like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;river&lt;/span&gt; flow. Songs? Most of them is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;christian&lt;/span&gt; carols. Kinda slow for me, but as you all know, it's for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;! God &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;rulez&lt;/span&gt;!!! I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets waste time &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chasing cars&lt;/span&gt; around our heads...when we sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-7008049852862912086?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/7008049852862912086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=7008049852862912086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7008049852862912086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7008049852862912086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/12/chasing-cars.html' title='Chasing Cars...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-405729455202380153</id><published>2006-12-12T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:09:25.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;To all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;citizens&lt;/span&gt; of the world who love me(which I doubt very much), I wont be doing a lil' blogging these few days as time doesn't seem to allow me to do it. So, for those who want to know about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;(sorry, I mean, the past) of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;world's zoo&lt;/span&gt;(I meant, myself...sorry!) feel free to contact me at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;016-8878126&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;082-459177&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, just to keep up to date, I left for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; on 4th December, went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bukit Bintang&lt;/span&gt; on 6 December and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Subang Jaya&lt;/span&gt; on the 7th of December, while coming back last Sunday at 12am. I guess that lil' infomation will do this short blog a little good(since I won't be here for a while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the place juxt seem to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;pitch black&lt;/span&gt;, even with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;lights &lt;/span&gt;on...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-405729455202380153?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/405729455202380153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=405729455202380153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/405729455202380153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/405729455202380153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/12/black-out.html' title='Black out...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-7618492296973900914</id><published>2006-12-01T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:32:13.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedridden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ah...now then I begin posting this up. I totally forgotten to post it yesterday(must be because I ate too much). Well, this post is actually for yesterday(1/12/06), so I'm doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the BIG day. My uncle's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt;. In other sense, the youth's loved unc. Chriz! The moment he stepped into the church...it was like wow. To be honest, he looked more like a midget trying to fit into a tux(no offences though). And of course, the girls were looking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;. It's my 1st time seeing the girls in our youth this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. O_kay! Enough with the praising...Overall, the wedding went smoothly. Want to know the processes? It's confidential...hehe Moreover, you'll get the experience sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon...that_was_the_&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;most_embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;_moment_of_my_life. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;flower&lt;/span&gt; that the bride holds(bet you all know that) is suppose to be caught by the girls when it's thrown into the air to them. Stupidly enough(and without knowing the meaning), my hands moved like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cheetah&lt;/span&gt;, and caught the flower. Talking about idiots...on that day, I've just been trademarked "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Stupid Idiot&lt;/span&gt;". For those innocent people who don't know the meaning of the flower, I'll tell you. It is said that the person who catches the flower will be the next person getting married. And it is suppose to be caught by girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night. When the sky's all dark, and you see the moon. You walk out on the balcony with a cup of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;champagne&lt;/span&gt; and give a toss to the bride. O-kay...forget the rest. The real thing. The family dinner...or something like that. The food...marvellous, but '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt;'...too much. The people...nice and friendly. The location...Rock Road Seafood Restaurant. I met a few people I know like Max, Ik Sung, Agfa and her parents, my cousins, niece and nephews and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I still had to endure the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; in my leg the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-7618492296973900914?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/7618492296973900914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=7618492296973900914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7618492296973900914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7618492296973900914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/12/bedridden.html' title='Bedridden...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-6114450656186286028</id><published>2006-11-29T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:46:48.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Sleeping Dogs Lie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Unknowingly...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;days had passed right before my eyes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;days of...wow(so '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;' I can't explain)...I hate that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;absent mind&lt;/span&gt; of mine...haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;? Nothing much...Just laze around the house like how a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hippopotamus&lt;/span&gt; lazes around the river all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At night...I went out for a walk at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BDC&lt;/span&gt;...wandered around(and expected nothing to happen, since &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BDC &lt;/span&gt;didn't have much excitement)...and bought a few '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kaya balls&lt;/span&gt;'. Well, I guess it doesn't hurt to make my cousins happy once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, the day where I had to practise my singing. And this time...with a added surprise. Ik Sung wasn't going to be with us. That's one of them. Next, they amended a few songs. We were going to omit a few songs since Unc Boon Ho didn't really approve the song we sung. And of course, I believe he has his own reasons in saying that. Sarah and Victoria turned up this time. Sarah was our drummer...and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vicky&lt;/span&gt;(aka Victoria)? I didn't really know why she turned up(sweat). AND due to my mischief, I got myself drunk at night...I guess drinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;beer &lt;/span&gt;and eating '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;maggi&lt;/span&gt;' mee wasn't a good combination(I was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;experimenting&lt;/span&gt;). And sure enough...I don't have to tell the next part, right(you're smart enough to know the outcome)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;...I woke up in the light, finding myself alone in a room. A bright light shone above me...and I heard a ringing next to me. Then I heard a voice saying to me, "John, you forgotten to go for the singing practise." - Oh crap, by the time I realised this...the practise was over an hour ago. Wow...I can't believe I totally forgotten about it!!! Argh!!! And with that...I laze around the house again the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, let sleeping &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dogs &lt;/span&gt;lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-6114450656186286028?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/6114450656186286028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=6114450656186286028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6114450656186286028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/6114450656186286028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-sleeping-dogs-lie.html' title='Let Sleeping Dogs Lie...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-1850332760358542992</id><published>2006-11-26T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T06:32:29.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that I've got...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Man, it's so tiring TODAY!!! Going to run flat soon if I don't get enough rest...but all in all, it was still fun, considering how short 1 day is(&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;24hrs&lt;/span&gt;). I got to play the bass guitar today...and yes, it's what I always wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I got to play a few songs lah...but not too long, coz I needed to give Ian the bass guitar. So we spend the evening there practising the songs while making dance steps(of course lah, all in chaos). The scenario in the hall? Sounded like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zoo&lt;/span&gt; on the loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it got kinda too loose...and we got killed by Unc. Boon Ho(the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;tai lou&lt;/span&gt;' of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SFEC youths&lt;/span&gt;). Ik Sung was late for the practise because of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;(Sunday School) meeting(which involves all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;helpers&lt;/span&gt;). After the event finished, I followed Unc. Poh Kwang(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;cool personalised gentleman&lt;/span&gt;), who's the father of Eric(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sarawak's M. Jordan&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home, I went off to the computer and started to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;(nothing's better than doing that when you're bored). And that's all I've done for to_day...another Sunday like any Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-1850332760358542992?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/1850332760358542992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=1850332760358542992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1850332760358542992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1850332760358542992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-that-ive-got.html' title='All that I&apos;ve got...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-471994797171178845</id><published>2006-11-25T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T07:44:36.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens crossing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sigh...another tiring day. Seriously, sleeping &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much can make you tired. Additional activities will add on to the stress, as it is seen today. I went out to the church, because I thought the church would be open. To my amazement, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;LOCKED&lt;/span&gt;...SO, to kill time, I planned to go to Julian's house. And guess what? He's at the cyber playing. What could get worse than this(having no place to go and sitting at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thompson&lt;/span&gt; drinking water like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt;)? So I had to kill time drinking with my friends at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thompson&lt;/span&gt;. And at 4.30pm, the worship practise began...and I killed time by sitting there being sarcastic while listening to them sing. Well, all not too bad. Moreover, I arranged with Julian that I'll go jamming with him at the church, but the worship practise had a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;malfunction&lt;/span&gt;. The electric cords blew(and it seemed like it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt; already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the original plan today was to do the wedding song practise. But for some reason, I felt the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt; when they were singing the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love songs&lt;/span&gt;. Can't tell why(the world's full of wonders, my friend)exactly, but it's got a reason for it. That was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cooperate homecell&lt;/span&gt;. Worship leader? Ik Sung(wow...). All thinking what's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; CHC&lt;/span&gt;(aka cooperate homecell)? It's just a season where all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hcs'&lt;/span&gt;(homecell) gather once in a while and have fun with each other. And when there's people, there's FOOD!!! I'll soon be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pig&lt;/span&gt; if I don't stop thinking about food... That's where all the fun happen(and also a lil' mess...hehe). I got to eat with the youth members like Agfa(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the guava princess&lt;/span&gt;), Maryann(the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hotshot&lt;/span&gt;'), Denise(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nosy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hen&lt;/span&gt;), Joanna(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt; split ice-cream&lt;/span&gt;), Eddy(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;funky clothed&lt;/span&gt; guy), Julian, Elaine, Ik Sung, Ian, Sean(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;funny lunatic&lt;/span&gt;) and of course, me(the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;gigolo&lt;/span&gt;...that name was given by Maryann, for no reason at all...). And that's when I made Elaine blew. My bad, my bad...guess I went a lil' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;over the edge&lt;/span&gt; when making jokes. Got to learn where I should put the full stop. And of course, I apologise to her...the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cats&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dogs&lt;/span&gt; just tend to fight sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-471994797171178845?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/471994797171178845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=471994797171178845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/471994797171178845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/471994797171178845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/11/chickens-crossing.html' title='Chickens crossing'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-1594557582206035079</id><published>2006-11-23T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T08:24:43.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish and Elephants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Again...life is fun, I guess. Of course it is...when you get to go around and do nothing other than looking at people dancing. I've been at the office the whole day, I think...and unfortunately, I finish my job 2 days ago. If only the manager would stop cheating me by telling me that I haven't finish my job yet(one day, I'l go &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;amok&lt;/span&gt;!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;At least I got to see the girl's new dance(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;super noisy type&lt;/span&gt;). This time, their going to use tamborines...and it's going to be one &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NOISY&lt;/span&gt; night. It's a spoiler to me...since I know what's going on this Christmas dinner. And of course, when I'm there, I'm going to eat like a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; pig&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, nothing much has happened today. I just hope tomorrow will be less boring and slighty more fun-filled than today. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;World AIDS Day&lt;/span&gt; is coming soon, 1st December, and will be praying for all the people suffering from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AIDS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIV&lt;/span&gt;s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; was a better place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-1594557582206035079?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/1594557582206035079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=1594557582206035079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1594557582206035079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/1594557582206035079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/11/fish-and-elephants.html' title='Fish and Elephants'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-7715154136843539601</id><published>2006-11-22T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:34:04.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's 'Fun'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Another day has pass again...and life is boring I guess. What else was there for me to do than sleep for more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;10hrs&lt;/span&gt; and laze around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;the house all day? Seriously, if this continued, I'd turn into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;buffalo&lt;/span&gt; sooner or later. Anyway, today wasn't so bad...if I did go to the movies with the rest of my friends. Lewis(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the 'old' man&lt;/span&gt;), you cheated me. But I don't really care about what he did. Man, I miss that so-good-once-in-a-lifetime opportunity again!!! I'd jump down from the second floor of my house the next time I make another mistake that stupid(though I never &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; at that height).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I finally got my stupid phone fix. Not being able to sms 1 day really is taking 10 years off my life away from me. I don't know what you did to my phone Mary, but it really was annoying. Sigh... Of course, I pray that tomorrow won't be that boring, as I will be going to work again(yes!!! If the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;manager&lt;/span&gt; would pay me lah...) and hope that freaking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stingy manager&lt;/span&gt; would pay me this time(actually, the manager's my mom...sweat). And of course, the singing practise will be on again! Can't wait to go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life couldn't be more fun than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-7715154136843539601?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/7715154136843539601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=7715154136843539601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7715154136843539601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/7715154136843539601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-fun.html' title='Life&apos;s &apos;Fun&apos;...'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993285217643958170.post-4814201998304083066</id><published>2006-11-21T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:18:27.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, this is my 1st time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...though I never knew the reason why I started one.Guess it's to get the feeling of expressing my feelings in words. Well, everything's going smooth these few days. Having to work at my church today was my first working experience(though the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;manager&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; too stingy to pay me...sigh). Typing was tough, alright, but it was fun. I got to sit in an office fully air-conditioned and I don't have to pay for the bills! Preparing a song or 2 for Unc Chriz's wedding is another thing I did to-day. All the songs they were singing were all so high  noted, I couldn't even sing it. With my voice that sounds like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;duck&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; it could spoil the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;scenario. But the songs were nice, and it rocks. Joanna's voice was the loudest, and of course, the sweetest. Julian(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the cool looking one&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; is our electric guitarist, Ian(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the long haired guy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; the bassist and Elaine(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the overly matured mind girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;) the pianist was our musicians for the day. and of course, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;cool-witted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Ik Sung(aka Jason Leong) is our head of the group. I got my head all red...must be thinking what I've been up to. I highlighted my hair, and of course, not so bright lah. If I did it in a '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;bling bling&lt;/span&gt;' way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I'd to send my mom to the hospital. And, with my brain as big as an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ostrich&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I left my phone at my friend's house right after I did my hair. Just like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;goldfish&lt;/span&gt;...sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To_day...I've learned something new. Cool right(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;sweat&lt;/span&gt;)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've learned that talking to Maryann can be like talking to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Oddly enough, people say that talking to me was like talking to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt;. Well, everyone has their own opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 2 days ago, I just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;finish a short course called '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;No Apologies&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; It's a program you can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; miss! And, going there means meeting new people. Lucky for me, a guy who talks very little(yeah...right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, managed to make a few friends...though I never got some of their contact numbers. I met a few cool friends...and when I say cool...it's really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;.One of them gave me her contact number,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in an odd way. She asked me for my textbook(No Apologies textbook),opened it up and wrote it down there...without even telling me where she jotted it down! It took me at least an 1hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; flipping through the pages(not to mention &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yellow Pages&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; just to find her contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At least I found it...which enables me to sms like crazy.Talking about sms freaks, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;one of them(anyone out there same like me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And here I appear to end this part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993285217643958170-4814201998304083066?l=talking-to-fish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/feeds/4814201998304083066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993285217643958170&amp;postID=4814201998304083066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4814201998304083066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993285217643958170/posts/default/4814201998304083066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talking-to-fish.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s Like That'/><author><name>Jooo........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17113229663476297420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
