<?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-12557345</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:05:17.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-3273556859154385414</id><published>2008-03-05T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:36:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10,000 BC</title><content type='html'>initially i was pretty stoked to see this movie. especially after the release of the first trailer. mammoths...sabre tooth tigers...warriors...all that jazz. i was hoping it would be like apocalypto...which by the way was one of my favourite movies. after the release of the 2nd trailer i was kinda disappointed especially when the main character could be heard speaking in english in somewhat of a strange accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my oh my...i wasn't at all prepared for what i was going to see. nothing seemed to work..from the script to the camerawork to the effects to the cast. it all seems too familiar. you've probably seen it somewhere else and chances are you'll recognize it. i lost count of the amount of times i smacked my head and went "WTF!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come on...mr d'leh (who's the protagonist here) comes from a starving tribe but he's able to cross mountains and multiple climate zones in a matter of days. on top of that...he meets some very colourful people in some of the most outrageous pieces of clothing that should belong on the catwalk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete disaster. now i shall go redeem myself by watching something worthy of my two hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-3273556859154385414?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3273556859154385414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3273556859154385414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2008/03/10000-bc.html' title='10,000 BC'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7837466508432840837</id><published>2008-03-04T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:44:27.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i smarter than a 5th grader?</title><content type='html'>probably not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly can't remember what i learnt back in standard 5...&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it...i can't remember what i learnt back in form 5...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just choose to block out such information...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just wasn't in school enough to learn anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this was me when they asked "how many sides are there to a trapezoid?"..&lt;br /&gt;"what is a trapezoid?"...&lt;br /&gt;yes...i know it makes me sound like a complete idiot...&lt;br /&gt;and i probably am...&lt;br /&gt;i fail 4th grade mathematics...&lt;br /&gt;i fail 1st grade social studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the next episode...&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen in love with the show :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7837466508432840837?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7837466508432840837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7837466508432840837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2008/03/am-i-smarter-than-5th-grader.html' title='am i smarter than a 5th grader?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4802673871445250781</id><published>2008-03-03T05:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:37:24.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiveness</title><content type='html'>people do many idiotic things throughout the course of their lives...&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm guilty of some of them...&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, we're programmed to be full of flaws...&lt;br /&gt;what's important is that we learn from those mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;we bounce back and persevere and hopefully come out stronger and wiser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are just some things that cannot be forgiven..or forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;not by others but by ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;people in general are pretty forgiving...&lt;br /&gt;as much as i'd like to believe i'm a forgiving person i think the hardest person to forgive is myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in awhile...i end up stepping on my own toes...&lt;br /&gt;i end up hurting myself...&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i think i do it on purpose...&lt;br /&gt;its like some sort of self inflicted punishment for the wrongs that i've done in the past...&lt;br /&gt;i keep replaying those mistakes over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;in some ways i think i do it to remind myself that i'm only human...&lt;br /&gt;in other ways...i think i do it to make sure that it doesn't just become a passing memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way i don't think i'll ever forgive myself...&lt;br /&gt;i've learned to live with it...&lt;br /&gt;i've learned my lesson...&lt;br /&gt;and i believe i came out of it stronger and wiser...&lt;br /&gt;so i'll put it in on the shelf for now...&lt;br /&gt;i might never forgive myself but i think its time to stop punishing myself for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4802673871445250781?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4802673871445250781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4802673871445250781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2008/03/forgiveness.html' title='forgiveness'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-8358813022600736994</id><published>2008-01-10T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T08:03:55.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*insert title here*</title><content type='html'>wow...i completely forgot that i had this space to share my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;its been a wild year end....&lt;br /&gt;made a lot of new friends...bonded with existing friends...&lt;br /&gt;i had my fair share of adventures and few misadventures...&lt;br /&gt;but in this particular moment i can't think of any to mention....&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow something might crop up...&lt;br /&gt;until then....AVP2 sucked...:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-8358813022600736994?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8358813022600736994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8358813022600736994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2008/01/insert-title-here.html' title='*insert title here*'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-8398477466736590883</id><published>2007-12-02T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:13:04.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore my 2nd home</title><content type='html'>finally...i'm going to singapore for a holiday...&lt;br /&gt;its only singapore...its not supposed to be a big deal...&lt;br /&gt;but i miss the place...&lt;br /&gt;i miss being able to just be by myself and walk around aimlessly...&lt;br /&gt;sit on the bus and just go round the island...&lt;br /&gt;read a book or do crossword puzzles at a cafe...&lt;br /&gt;sounds kinda loner-ish but sometimes we all need some alone time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be there for the jacques loussier concert...&lt;br /&gt;at the same time i wanna squeeze in a bit of shopping since it is afterall the christmas sale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note...&lt;br /&gt;the european union film festival is on this month...&lt;br /&gt;the movies they have lined up are pretty interesting...&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to watch them next week...&lt;br /&gt;i've already seen "Elina"...a swedish family drama...&lt;br /&gt;and it was surprisingly pleasant...&lt;br /&gt;i actually loved it...&lt;br /&gt;there's another string of press screenings next week that i have to attend...&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to it...&lt;br /&gt;i'm a foreign film junkie...&lt;br /&gt;but until then...its back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-8398477466736590883?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8398477466736590883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8398477466736590883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/12/singapore-my-2nd-home.html' title='Singapore my 2nd home'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-6460380213521027868</id><published>2007-11-22T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:47.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god save steve mclaren</title><content type='html'>it was a tragic ending at wembley stadium a few minutes ago...&lt;br /&gt;i would like to say that the english tried very hard but they were pathetic in the first half...&lt;br /&gt;they looked like they were a better team during the second half but gosh darn it...too late....&lt;br /&gt;and what's with the croatians? &lt;br /&gt;do they hate the english that much?&lt;br /&gt;give chance lah....&lt;br /&gt;did russia pay them off?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure there's some money exchanging hands as we speak...&lt;br /&gt;whether its from russia to andorra...&lt;br /&gt;russia to croatia...&lt;br /&gt;england to andorra...although that didn't work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...steve mclaren is gonna kena spanking...&lt;br /&gt;guess that will probably be his last game as england's national coach...&lt;br /&gt;if it isn't...god save england... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note...i'm gonna go watch federer play sampras tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;it's probably gonna be a sure win for federer...&lt;br /&gt;and exhibition matches aren't really very competitive anyway...&lt;br /&gt;but ooh...federer is hot in a joaquin pheonix kinda way... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6460380213521027868?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6460380213521027868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6460380213521027868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-save-steve-mclaren.html' title='god save steve mclaren'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7122023788063373288</id><published>2007-11-12T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:55:42.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis the season</title><content type='html'>it feels like only yesterday that i bought my tickets to the match of the century...&lt;br /&gt;federer vs sampras in shah alam...&lt;br /&gt;the match is next week and i'm pretty excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that...there's beowulf...&lt;br /&gt;one of my highly anticipated movies of the year...&lt;br /&gt;watching it on thursday with my fellow movie buds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's harith iskandar and jit murad doing stand up at actors studio at the end of the month...&lt;br /&gt;i've seen harith...i've seen jit...but i've never seen them perform together...&lt;br /&gt;this should be interesting to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...there's jacques loussier in singapore in december...&lt;br /&gt;since i missed his performance last year i figured i should go this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still considering going for the acoustic instalment of Live &amp; Loud...&lt;br /&gt;then again...i only want to see james morrison...&lt;br /&gt;not sure whether it'll be worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the timing is perfect too...&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in singapore just when the christmas sale starts...&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been back to singapore in almost a year...&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to going back for awhile....&lt;br /&gt;i miss it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7122023788063373288?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7122023788063373288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7122023788063373288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/11/tis-season.html' title='&apos;tis the season'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4407413245351293587</id><published>2007-11-06T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:39.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are we the smart ones?</title><content type='html'>someone mentioned today that "we are the smart ones"....&lt;br /&gt;we acknowledge the fact that this is the time of our lives when things are transient...&lt;br /&gt;we are constantly evolving...constantly learning...constantly growing...&lt;br /&gt;starting from the age of 21...we are thrown into the jaws of life and left to fend for ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;we learn how to be independent...we learn to survive...we learn to make do...we learn to co-exist...etc...&lt;br /&gt;we transition from college life to working life...and for some married life...&lt;br /&gt;careers come and go...relationships come and go...&lt;br /&gt;nothing is absolute...nothing is set in stone...at least not yet...&lt;br /&gt;we choose to explore...we choose to break free...we choose to risk it...&lt;br /&gt;why? simply because we are young and this is the best time to explore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that who i was 10 years ago is different from who i am now...&lt;br /&gt;who i was 5 years ago is different from who i was 10 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;i'm constantly evolving...trying new characters...seeing which one fits...&lt;br /&gt;and its similar with relationships...&lt;br /&gt;we try on men like they're shoes...if they fit then its all good...&lt;br /&gt;if they don't...then its on to the next one...&lt;br /&gt;but u see...things can change too...&lt;br /&gt;i might need something for warmer weather...&lt;br /&gt;i might wear out my old shoe...&lt;br /&gt;then its time to move on to something else...&lt;br /&gt;might not necessarily be something better...but it will be something that fits...&lt;br /&gt;the process just continues...&lt;br /&gt;i jump from one career to another...one man to another...one country to another...&lt;br /&gt;all in search of the one that fits...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to commit to one particular thing and revolve around it because life takes us in all sorts of directions...&lt;br /&gt;and now is the best time to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the question is...are we the smarter ones?&lt;br /&gt;are we getting more out of life than others...or are we just wasting our time?&lt;br /&gt;is it better to commit to one thing and concentrate on it?&lt;br /&gt;cause if it is....i'm screwed :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4407413245351293587?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4407413245351293587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4407413245351293587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-we-smart-ones.html' title='are we the smart ones?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-6019957931856533760</id><published>2007-10-12T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:39.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebookmania</title><content type='html'>this whole facebook thing has gotten way out of hand...&lt;br /&gt;what's the appeal?&lt;br /&gt;is it fun to cyber poke, pinch, prod, smack, punch and throw food at people?&lt;br /&gt;granted...i think its a good way of keeping in touch with friends...&lt;br /&gt;or getting back in touch with long lost friends...&lt;br /&gt;but leaving dinner before the bill comes because you have to go home and feed your facebook pet????&lt;br /&gt;melampau....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are so cyber nowadays that we're losing the personal touch...&lt;br /&gt;we email and instant message instead of call...&lt;br /&gt;we read news online instead of buying a newspaper...&lt;br /&gt;we buy movie tickets online...concert tickets online....etc...&lt;br /&gt;we shop online...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's next :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6019957931856533760?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6019957931856533760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6019957931856533760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/10/facebookmania.html' title='facebookmania'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5295363827428604357</id><published>2007-10-06T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:47.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>highs and lows</title><content type='html'>just like the weather...our waking life has highs and lows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;low of the day: finding out that someone finished my tub of vanilla ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high of the day: on the couch with a bucket of KFC and the tv showing Man united vs Wigan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5295363827428604357?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5295363827428604357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5295363827428604357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/10/highs-and-lows.html' title='highs and lows'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7416391786375653957</id><published>2007-10-06T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:08.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want it</title><content type='html'>why is it that sometimes we choose to ignore what's standing right in front of us?&lt;br /&gt;we choose to focus on the ones standing in the background....&lt;br /&gt;the ones that are far away...unreachable...unattainable....&lt;br /&gt;u say something and it just fades into space...&lt;br /&gt;u make a small gesture and its too tiny to notice...&lt;br /&gt;a big gesture will only attract attention and we don't like attention...&lt;br /&gt;at least not from the people that surrounds us...&lt;br /&gt;not from the people who block the view of this shadow lurking in the background...&lt;br /&gt;the way they move...so stealth-like...as if they're just gliding...&lt;br /&gt;is it the mystery of it all that excites us?&lt;br /&gt;is it a strong desire or just a passing one?&lt;br /&gt;why don't they come towards us?&lt;br /&gt;why do they drift further and further away?&lt;br /&gt;eventually they just become a fading memory...&lt;br /&gt;inside we're screaming to be noticed but outside we put on this facade...&lt;br /&gt;a nonchalant look...&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's the problem...&lt;br /&gt;instead of pretending not to notice maybe we're supposed to shout it out loud....&lt;br /&gt;make it known...make it clear that we want that thing in the background...&lt;br /&gt;cause in the end...isn't it better to at least try rather than to not have tried at all?&lt;br /&gt;who knows...we could possibly end up being....happy :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7416391786375653957?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7416391786375653957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7416391786375653957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-it.html' title='i want it'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5952322533023432640</id><published>2007-10-01T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:47.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart attack</title><content type='html'>weekends are always fun cause there's soccer...&lt;br /&gt;its not like i'm a major fan of soccer...&lt;br /&gt;i know the rules to the game...&lt;br /&gt;i know the teams...&lt;br /&gt;i know the key players...&lt;br /&gt;ask me anything further than that and i'll just shrug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what makes the game more exciting is the stakes...&lt;br /&gt;yes...i am a gambling woman...&lt;br /&gt;so much so that i was watching the juventus game today...&lt;br /&gt;90 minutes and i'm still down 200 bucks...&lt;br /&gt;i stood up...walked to the kitchen and declared to my dad that i give up...&lt;br /&gt;its not gonna happen...juventus is not going to score...&lt;br /&gt;i'm halfway to the kitchen and the commentator got all excited...&lt;br /&gt;i get excited...my dad gets excited...my brother who's locked up in his room upstairs runs downstairs and gets excited...&lt;br /&gt;we all run to the front of the TV....&lt;br /&gt;COME ON...SCORE DAMN IT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and its a GOOOOOAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;93rd minute...it was amazing...&lt;br /&gt;almost died of a heart attack...so exciting...&lt;br /&gt;funny how the entire 90 minutes was pretty much the same old thing...&lt;br /&gt;22 men kicking a damn ball around a square box...&lt;br /&gt;but the last 1 minute was priceless :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5952322533023432640?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5952322533023432640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5952322533023432640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/10/heart-attack.html' title='heart attack'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5724320686099148107</id><published>2007-09-29T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:13:04.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you made my day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rv2ubItfFsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uB5mT48u4v4/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rv2ubItfFsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uB5mT48u4v4/s400/hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115436532980717250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a boring saturday morning...&lt;br /&gt;nothing much is happening at work....&lt;br /&gt;feefs and nottifish were on msn...talking about life...&lt;br /&gt;then nottifish says he needs to photocopy some documents...&lt;br /&gt;feefs requests that he photocopies his hand just for fun...&lt;br /&gt;and voila...this is the result...&lt;br /&gt;life can't get more fun and random than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rv264ItfFtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SXC3QtPGFe4/s1600-h/shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rv264ItfFtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SXC3QtPGFe4/s400/shark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115450225336456914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought things couldn't get any weirder...&lt;br /&gt;nottifish draws me a swordfish stabbing a shark...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5724320686099148107?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5724320686099148107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5724320686099148107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-made-my-day.html' title='you made my day :)'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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/___IWv02fRkI/Rv2ubItfFsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uB5mT48u4v4/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7927336900649536319</id><published>2007-09-29T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:39.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>main susah nak dapat?</title><content type='html'>sometimes when we don't/can't get what we want...we'll want it even more...&lt;br /&gt;and this is exactly why the "play hard to get theory" works...&lt;br /&gt;but what are the rules to the game?&lt;br /&gt;guys tell me that there is definitely an expiry date to the game...&lt;br /&gt;granted...they're not going to be chasing something that can't be caught...&lt;br /&gt;but ya know how attention spans differ from person to person....&lt;br /&gt;so how do you know when is a good time to give up the game and give in?&lt;br /&gt;we are apparently able to plot it out on a graph...&lt;br /&gt;there's an upward rise in interest...&lt;br /&gt;then it is followed by the thrill of the chase which is where it peaks...&lt;br /&gt;but eventually the interest dies as time goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say that there's a 3 time rule...&lt;br /&gt;refuse 3 times..then give in...repeat process....&lt;br /&gt;others say that its really subtle...&lt;br /&gt;you can give in as many times as you want...but make sure you leave something to be desired...&lt;br /&gt;its like dangling a carrot in front of a freaking mule...&lt;br /&gt;some say its just a form of taking things slow...&lt;br /&gt;its just that taking things slow has somehow been interpreted as "playing hard to get"...&lt;br /&gt;such a complex game this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has also been stated that guys don't play hard to get...&lt;br /&gt;they are very focused...very straight forward and they go in for the kill immediately...&lt;br /&gt;if they see something they like...they go for it...&lt;br /&gt;they don't pretend and waste time...&lt;br /&gt;oddly enough...i have met some guys who play the game too...&lt;br /&gt;when that happens...its kinda like a stand still...&lt;br /&gt;both people are waiting for something to happen...&lt;br /&gt;but both aren't doing anything about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people play hard to get anyway?&lt;br /&gt;is it a test?&lt;br /&gt;what is being put to the test? sincerity? faithfulness? determination?&lt;br /&gt;or is it merely a game?&lt;br /&gt;something to keep people on their toes...&lt;br /&gt;something to make things exciting...mysterious...somewhat thrilling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find that there's too many mind games being played nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;get to the point...&lt;br /&gt;things will move with more speed and accuracy if people are just honest...&lt;br /&gt;say it as it is...&lt;br /&gt;be yourself...&lt;br /&gt;"i like you"..."you like me"...follow up with a 1 minute embrace...&lt;br /&gt;problem solved :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7927336900649536319?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7927336900649536319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7927336900649536319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/main-susah-nak-dapat.html' title='main susah nak dapat?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-1055399142871224563</id><published>2007-09-28T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:08.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where have all the anvils gone?</title><content type='html'>this whole thing started when i asked "what happened to all the anvils?"...&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned that i wanted one so i can use it to drop on people's heads...&lt;br /&gt;but where do i get one?&lt;br /&gt;its one of those things that were commonly used back in those days...or is it really?&lt;br /&gt;its portrayed in cartoons and movies and comics...&lt;br /&gt;but what happened to them?&lt;br /&gt;were they all collected and melted down when they were no longer needed?&lt;br /&gt;or were they all sent to an anvil museum deep in the country side of some relatively unknown scandanavian town....?&lt;br /&gt;or did they never exist at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what happened to curtsies?&lt;br /&gt;women used to curtsy all the time...&lt;br /&gt;we've seen in it movies like pride and prejudice...shakespeare in love...yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;but its like once we passed the 20th century the practice of the curtsy just disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later...people aren't going to even know what it is...&lt;br /&gt;its already a fading memory for our generation...&lt;br /&gt;eventually...the future generation will not even know of its existence...&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a word in the dictionary that is never used and never looked up...&lt;br /&gt;so just for D's sake...i'm goin to spread the word....&lt;br /&gt;bring back the curtsy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1055399142871224563?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1055399142871224563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1055399142871224563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-have-all-anvils-gone.html' title='where have all the anvils gone?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7507316400234608738</id><published>2007-09-24T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gossip</title><content type='html'>i've been the subject of many gossip sessions these days...&lt;br /&gt;whether i'm involved in a scandal or whether i'm hiding something is being discussed...&lt;br /&gt;am i in love with someone i'm not supposed to be in love with?&lt;br /&gt;why do i seem to dislike certain people?&lt;br /&gt;am i using him?&lt;br /&gt;is she sleeping with him?&lt;br /&gt;i'm used to being analyzed...&lt;br /&gt;having my every move and my every word watched and dissected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why people like to make up stories about others...&lt;br /&gt;is it because life is boring and they need drama...?&lt;br /&gt;is it because they truly believe in those stories...?&lt;br /&gt;is it because they're insecure and having problems of their own that they need to divert the attention elsewhere...?&lt;br /&gt;is it because they secretly envy me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit that i do participate in gossip sessions too...&lt;br /&gt;listening intently as people tell stories about other people...&lt;br /&gt;questioning the authenticity and the truth behind these stories...&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to believe that i have more common sense than that...&lt;br /&gt;that i would be able to easily distinguish between what's true and what's absurd...&lt;br /&gt;that i won't go around spreading ill rumors about someone or something...&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that others would be able to do the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end...i don't really care about what people say about me...&lt;br /&gt;its in our nature to dissect the negatives rather than focus on the positives...&lt;br /&gt;no one's going to talk about how smart that person is...or how independent she is...or how creative he is...&lt;br /&gt;its always about scandal...cat fights...bad blood...&lt;br /&gt;and if that makes someone's life more fulfilling...&lt;br /&gt;if it brings excitement into someone's mundane routine...so be it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7507316400234608738?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7507316400234608738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7507316400234608738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/gossip.html' title='gossip'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-6645599278610104516</id><published>2007-09-21T04:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:13:04.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they got it soooo wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Play the Guitar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/guitar.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very independent - both in spirit and in the way you learn.&lt;br /&gt;You can teach yourself almost anything, even if it makes your fingers bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not really the type to sit patiently through a music lesson - or do things by the book.&lt;br /&gt;It's more your style to master the fundamentals and see where they take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly creative and a bit eclectic, you need a wide range of music to play.&lt;br /&gt;You could emerge as a sensitive songwriter... or a manic rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: being rebellious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: tenacity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What Musical Instrument Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6645599278610104516?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6645599278610104516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6645599278610104516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-got-it-soooo-wrong.html' title='they got it soooo wrong...'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-967237322265040401</id><published>2007-09-19T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:13:04.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the way back from the mamak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RvBn3Rr95vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JttnKp--glM/s1600-h/19092007116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RvBn3Rr95vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JttnKp--glM/s400/19092007116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111699776403793650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in ss2 earlier today and noticed this cybercafe...&lt;br /&gt;their signboard was actually upside down...&lt;br /&gt;is it a gimmick to make them more noticeable since there are so many competitors around? &lt;br /&gt;or is it just bad planning?&lt;br /&gt;then again...this particular cybercafe was closed...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-967237322265040401?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/967237322265040401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/967237322265040401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-way-back-from-mamak.html' title='on the way back from the mamak...'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RvBn3Rr95vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JttnKp--glM/s72-c/19092007116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-14477060247550115</id><published>2007-09-17T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:26.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its back</title><content type='html'>the durian cake has made a comeback...&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping it'll last at least till mid october...&lt;br /&gt;come on durians...GROW!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-14477060247550115?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/14477060247550115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/14477060247550115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-back.html' title='its back'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-8296680102549631718</id><published>2007-09-08T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:12:39.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost my marbles</title><content type='html'>recently i feel lost...&lt;br /&gt;like i have everything but i have nothing....&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy but i'm unhappy...&lt;br /&gt;its strange...&lt;br /&gt;so i spent most of this week in hibernation mode...&lt;br /&gt;reflecting...thinking...trying to pinpoint what the problem is...&lt;br /&gt;and BAM...it hit me...&lt;br /&gt;i need my alone time...&lt;br /&gt;over the past few weeks i haven't had much time alone...&lt;br /&gt;my dad is back from penang...&lt;br /&gt;he's in the house all the time cramping my space...&lt;br /&gt;i'm always out with friends or with my family or out for work...&lt;br /&gt;there's always people around...&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i decided to do the solitary confinement thing...&lt;br /&gt;and it was great...&lt;br /&gt;went walking around aimlessly in a shopping mall...&lt;br /&gt;had dinner by myself with my ipod turned on to some jazz music and a magazine to read...&lt;br /&gt;came back and did a bourne marathon...with the family though...&lt;br /&gt;but once it was over i managed to squeeze in another dvd...&lt;br /&gt;had my junk food with me...donuts...doritos...coke...ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;made like an upside down vegetable on the sofa...&lt;br /&gt;and when i woke up today i felt completely refreshed...&lt;br /&gt;all i needed was time alone to be myself...&lt;br /&gt;and even though it was only for awhile...i feel brand new :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday mindy...&lt;br /&gt;i hope u made it count :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-8296680102549631718?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8296680102549631718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8296680102549631718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-lost-my-marbles.html' title='i lost my marbles'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-2524043037697750319</id><published>2007-09-07T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:13:25.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bourne marathon</title><content type='html'>did a bourne marathon today...&lt;br /&gt;after watching bourne identity and bourne supremacy again it really makes bourne ultimatum make sense...&lt;br /&gt;the little things that they say...&lt;br /&gt;the things that i've forgotten over the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've watched so many movies over the past one week its giving me a headache...&lt;br /&gt;one sentence movie reviews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ratatouille - not funny&lt;br /&gt;rogue assassin - mindless entertainment&lt;br /&gt;bourne ultimatum - excellent craftsmanship with fast paced action and suspense&lt;br /&gt;catch and release - typical chick flick&lt;br /&gt;because i said so - another typical chick flick&lt;br /&gt;fracture - so predictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grindhouse&lt;br /&gt;knocked up&lt;br /&gt;art school confidential&lt;br /&gt;the science of sleep&lt;br /&gt;the lives of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many movies...so little time...&lt;br /&gt;its time to go into hibernation...&lt;br /&gt;movie marathons for a week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-2524043037697750319?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/2524043037697750319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/2524043037697750319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/bourne-marathon.html' title='bourne marathon'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5634392306853804175</id><published>2007-09-07T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:13:04.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i've been tagged...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instead of sending it to random people on my mailing list i'll just post it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE THINK FAST SURVEY:Don’t think about an answer…just put down the first thing that pops into your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex is still: alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to: Hans Zimmer Pirates of The Caribbean 3 OST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Maybe I should: work hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love: durian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don’t understand: cantonese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I lost: money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. People say: life goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The meaning of my screen name is: courtesy of my big brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Love is: sublime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Somewhere, someone is: sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I will always: tell the truth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Forever seems: too soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I never ever want to: say never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. My cell phone is: pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When I wake up in the morning: i smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I get annoyed when: people whine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Parties are: fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My pet(s) is(are): non existent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Kisses are the best when: they are unexpected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Today I: made someone smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tomorrow I: want to make someone smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I really want: durian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I really want to ask: what took you so long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5634392306853804175?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5634392306853804175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5634392306853804175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-tagged.html' title='i&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-768189648563418301</id><published>2007-09-06T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:13:16.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RuAV2aH8UqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_06GdyYh30E/s1600-h/ipodtouch-hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RuAV2aH8UqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_06GdyYh30E/s320/ipodtouch-hero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107106001907896994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RuAVvKH8UpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BAkFgya3bCs/s1600-h/overview-display.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RuAVvKH8UpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BAkFgya3bCs/s320/overview-display.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107105877353845394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my oh my...&lt;br /&gt;such beauty...&lt;br /&gt;its time to get me one of these...&lt;br /&gt;now if only i had the money....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-768189648563418301?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/768189648563418301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/768189648563418301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/i.html' title='iPod Touch'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RuAV2aH8UqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_06GdyYh30E/s72-c/ipodtouch-hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4029393304064922456</id><published>2007-09-06T05:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:13:04.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping for food</title><content type='html'>i managed to finish tomorrow's work today...&lt;br /&gt;i've got plans to stuff myself silly tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;durians..donuts...french fries..mashed potatoes..hot dogs..ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just going to walk around...&lt;br /&gt;or should i say drive around...&lt;br /&gt;and eat..eat...shop...eat...shop...eat....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4029393304064922456?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4029393304064922456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4029393304064922456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/09/shopping-for-food.html' title='shopping for food'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-8492673756267001007</id><published>2007-08-23T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T05:12:23.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a klutz</title><content type='html'>kicking chairs and walking into gates should be the least of my concern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night someone decided to swing an iron grill door at me...&lt;br /&gt;well...if i had excellent reflexes and killer balance i would've came out unscathed...&lt;br /&gt;long story short...i've tripped over a bar and fell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the result: twisted ankle...sore shoulder and a big bruise on my thigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...i knew my streak of not getting into accidents would come to an end..&lt;br /&gt;i'm usually a death trap for strange accidents...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-8492673756267001007?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8492673756267001007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8492673756267001007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-klutz.html' title='i am a klutz'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-3906601153009284397</id><published>2007-08-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T05:12:23.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like a b****</title><content type='html'>i feel like a blimp...&lt;br /&gt;i might not look like one but i definitely feel like one right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to 1 utama with my bro and we decided to head to carl's jr for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;on the way there i decided to buy dunkin donuts...&lt;br /&gt;reached carl's jr and ordered my usual western bacon cheeseburger...&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST finished it today...&lt;br /&gt;i still have yet to finish a carl's jr burger all by myself...&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we decided to walk around...&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't a good idea cause i felt like a cow...&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to sit still and do absolutely nothing...&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to cancel the walking around idea and headed back to the car...&lt;br /&gt;not a good idea once again cause baskin robbins was screaming my name...&lt;br /&gt;how can i resist ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all this excess food is making me clumsy...&lt;br /&gt;i kicked a stationary wooden chair that probably weighed a tonne...&lt;br /&gt;i knocked into the carl's jr star which by the way was extremely painful cause it was made of solid metal and it was SHARP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i rammed my shoulder into my gate...&lt;br /&gt;a klutz i am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-3906601153009284397?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3906601153009284397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3906601153009284397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-like-b.html' title='i feel like a b****'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-620036981506556340</id><published>2007-08-15T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T05:12:38.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired</title><content type='html'>i feel inspired to liberate my cello and violin from the closet....&lt;br /&gt;its been 4 years since i've touched either one of them...&lt;br /&gt;its been a year since i've seriously played the piano...&lt;br /&gt;its time to bring the music back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note...&lt;br /&gt;day 3 and i've already failed...&lt;br /&gt;what it is i was looking for has completely eluded me...&lt;br /&gt;i've lost sight of what i was hoping to find in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;how can i find something when i don't know what it is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i lack the focus and the determination...&lt;br /&gt;too content and comfortable with the way things are...&lt;br /&gt;oh well...why change when there's nothing wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-620036981506556340?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/620036981506556340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/620036981506556340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/08/inspired.html' title='inspired'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-6864071335467623985</id><published>2007-08-14T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T04:56:02.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while you were sleeping</title><content type='html'>while everyone was sleeping i managed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do some work&lt;br /&gt;- finish my durian cake&lt;br /&gt;- play the piano&lt;br /&gt;- finish a crossword puzzle&lt;br /&gt;- drink a glass of coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and i answered 8 questions about animals and this is what i got...&lt;br /&gt;all this from 8 questions about horses and snakes and lions...&lt;br /&gt;wow...deep stuff...&lt;br /&gt;not entirely accurate...i actually like sarcasm... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know the real 'key' to my heart? its called durians....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6864071335467623985?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6864071335467623985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6864071335467623985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/08/keys-to-your-heart-you-are-attracted-to.html' title='while you were sleeping'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4903732853154762586</id><published>2007-08-13T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T03:51:03.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you are who you pretend to be...so be careful who you pretend to be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that i personally take many things for granted...&lt;br /&gt;i also take many things too seriously....&lt;br /&gt;and i ignore the all warning signs when things get out of hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one minute i can be myself...&lt;br /&gt;the next i can turn into someone completely different....&lt;br /&gt;i can stay in character for as long as i want...&lt;br /&gt;until my head tells me its time to switch....&lt;br /&gt;i bounce from one character to another so easily its like second nature....&lt;br /&gt;and in the midst of it all...i deceive people....&lt;br /&gt;i smile at them...i laugh with them...i laugh at them...&lt;br /&gt;i tease them...i hurt them...i console them...i confide in them....&lt;br /&gt;but how much of it is really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is day 1...&lt;br /&gt;the first day to what?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know....&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting to find out what's at the end of day 5....&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i find myself somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4903732853154762586?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4903732853154762586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4903732853154762586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-1.html' title='day 1'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-3080375065309487951</id><published>2007-08-10T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T04:10:39.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted to....</title><content type='html'>finally managed to get my hands on bon bon's famous durian cake...&lt;br /&gt;collected it yesterday and ever since then...i've ate 5 out of 12 slices...&lt;br /&gt;one bite and all my troubles go away....&lt;br /&gt;yummy!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-3080375065309487951?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3080375065309487951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3080375065309487951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/08/addicted-to.html' title='addicted to....'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7186306187964357642</id><published>2007-07-30T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T06:51:22.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myspacebarisoutoforder</title><content type='html'>itstimeforachange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihavebeendoingalotofreflectinglately...&lt;br /&gt;lookingbackatthepersonthatiwas10yearsago...5yearsago...andnow....&lt;br /&gt;theoneconstantthingisme...&lt;br /&gt;everythingelseistransient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10yearsagoiwasinapopularitycontest...&lt;br /&gt;nowthatilookbackimusthavebeendeludedintothinkingthatitmattered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5yearsagoiwasindenial....&lt;br /&gt;iwasinaracetomakeeveryonehappy...&lt;br /&gt;ileftforsingaporetorunawayfromthemadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andnow?&lt;br /&gt;ithinkihavelostsightofwhoiam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itistimetotakemylifeback...&lt;br /&gt;ijusthopeitsnottoolatetosalvagethethingsthatihavescrewedup...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7186306187964357642?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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never easy to lose a loved one...&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't get easier even after years have gone by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the memories keep playing themselves in my head...&lt;br /&gt;the last conversation...the laughter...the comfort...and eventually the tears...&lt;br /&gt;we had our moments...even though it wasn't for very long....&lt;br /&gt;it seems as if they were just guest appearances in my life...&lt;br /&gt;they came...they left...and now i'm here and they're not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i have those memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u guys....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1608117377800679994?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1608117377800679994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1608117377800679994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-memory-of.html' title='in memory of....'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-8771691724172457455</id><published>2007-07-21T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:33:20.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bizarre love triangle</title><content type='html'>many people have been asking me what this bizarre love triangle is about....&lt;br /&gt;let me just say that its the title to one of my favourite songs....&lt;br /&gt;the frente version though...not the original new order version....&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't apply to real life like so many people assumed it was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i've got stories about S.T.D+M.D+J.B and everything else in between....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;exually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ransmitted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;iseases with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;octor of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;edicine in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ohor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ahru....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anaging &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;irector with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hort &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isability named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ames &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ond.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ack &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;auer drinking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ountain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ew with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;evere &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ire &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;amage.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;usical &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;irector &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ack &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lack &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aves &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't a triangle...this is more like heptagon....&lt;br /&gt;its funny that 3 little words could spark so many questions....&lt;br /&gt;i wish my life was as dramatic...then i'd have many stories to tell....&lt;br /&gt;but until then....its just a song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we would never see just what we're meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-8771691724172457455?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8771691724172457455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8771691724172457455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/bizarre-love-triangle.html' title='bizarre love triangle'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-6237248971353098692</id><published>2007-07-21T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:37:56.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RqGNADtprCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gj7-KOeBvT8/s1600-h/PIXU-KAKA-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089504086041668642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RqGNADtprCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gj7-KOeBvT8/s320/PIXU-KAKA-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooo hot its painful....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089504601437744178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RqGNeDtprDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0ZOKMHm-xL4/s320/prisonbreak_webelongtogether.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so hot it hurts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6237248971353098692?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6237248971353098692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6237248971353098692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/yummy.html' title='yummy'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RqGNADtprCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gj7-KOeBvT8/s72-c/PIXU-KAKA-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-3991462907466745919</id><published>2007-07-12T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T07:39:08.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes shoes shoes</title><content type='html'>feefs was bored today....&lt;br /&gt;she came home from dinner and drinks at 2am....&lt;br /&gt;wrote an article...did some copywriting work....replied some emails....&lt;br /&gt;then she found herself thinking about her shoes....&lt;br /&gt;so she decided to line all of them up...clean them and organize them....&lt;br /&gt;yes....ALL OF THEM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what came over me today....&lt;br /&gt;just had the overwhelming urge to organize something....&lt;br /&gt;i organized my wardrobe last week....&lt;br /&gt;my bags are pretty well kept considering i only have 2 or 3 that i regularly use and the rest are just kept aside in a box....&lt;br /&gt;so it was either my shoes or my desk....&lt;br /&gt;i chose shoes over desk probably because there are more surprises when it comes to shoes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what are some of the interesting items that i found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a pair of old nike presto's that i haven't worn in a long time&lt;br /&gt;2. a pair of oakley shoes that i've never worn before&lt;br /&gt;3. a pair of classic adidas sneakers that i loved when i was 16 (i shall wear them everyday now)&lt;br /&gt;4. a pair of vans shoes that are 15 years old&lt;br /&gt;5. a pair of "come fuck me" heels that i only wore once (it didn't work)&lt;br /&gt;6. a pair of esprit baby doll shoes that i completely forgot i had (i love those shoes)&lt;br /&gt;7. a pair of leather boots that my mom bought for me when i was 12 (amazingly i can still fit into them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should clean more often....&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've got more clothes...shoes and bags lying around that i don't know about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note to self* stop shopping...running out of storage space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-3991462907466745919?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3991462907466745919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3991462907466745919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/shoes-shoes-shoes.html' title='shoes shoes shoes'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7490714493751999365</id><published>2007-07-11T08:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:20:59.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patriot act</title><content type='html'>the subject of privacy came up in a conversation i had the other day....&lt;br /&gt;basically we were debating about the importance of privacy....&lt;br /&gt;i personally value my privacy....and i really mean value...&lt;br /&gt;i don't let anyone go through my bags....my wallet...my daily planner....my computer....my emails...my handphone....&lt;br /&gt;someone said its probably because i'm single...&lt;br /&gt;my question was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"what does being single have to do with anything???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shouldn't make a difference whether i'm single...married...divorced...widowed...lesbian...gay... or anything else in between...&lt;br /&gt;there are just certain things that should be kept private...&lt;br /&gt;not because you have anything to hide.....&lt;br /&gt;but because i believe that regardless of what your marital status is a person should still maintain a life of their own....&lt;br /&gt;everyone needs their own personal space....no???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the word &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"trust"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came into play....ooh...big word....&lt;br /&gt;by sharing everything with your other half....you are merely declaring that you have nothing to hide...&lt;br /&gt;therefore...your girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband/mother/father will be able to trust you....&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or does that sound absolutely ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;trust is not earned by letting other people read your sms's...your emails...your phone book...etc.&lt;br /&gt;if that's the case then yes...i don't trust anyone...and no one should trust me either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illegalben did mention that its probably because guys have a reputation of being sneaky and snakey.....&lt;br /&gt;so in some ways i can say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"you men brought it upon yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand...it doesn't justify a breach in privacy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another handy tool is the friendfinder....&lt;br /&gt;no explanations needed there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that privacy is now a privilege and not a given....&lt;br /&gt;its like the patriot act has been enforced to all mankind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"the act increased the ability of law enforcement agencies to search telephone and email communications and medical, financial, and other records"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we looking for terrorists or cheating partners?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7490714493751999365?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7490714493751999365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7490714493751999365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/patriot-act.html' title='patriot act'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4646398168868038830</id><published>2007-07-09T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T05:12:11.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>optimus prime</title><content type='html'>before the launch of transformers there was this really huge banner running across one of the sides of cineleisure saying that there will be a display of the largest classic model of optimus prime in the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my initial thoughts was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"wow....i wanna see that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cause i am a transformers fan....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next thought was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"where the hell are they going to put it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it was the largest in the world its gotta be really huge....no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kinda forgot about the whole thing until today when i was at cineleisure having dinner with the girls....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it was the largest in the world...i probably won't be able to miss it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its going to be so huge that once i step foot into cineleisure i'd be able to see it immediately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a giant hunk of plastic/metal/cardboard or whatever it is that they use to make it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here it is...the largest classic model of optimus prime in the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084884659245112994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RpEjqB4jXqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aibp21cjQd0/s320/DSC00112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;looks huge leh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here it is with standing next to sandra...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084885535418441394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RpEkdB4jXrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5MtZYJqem3s/s320/08072007109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not so large after all huh....kena con :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wonder if it tranforms? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4646398168868038830?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4646398168868038830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4646398168868038830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/optimus-prime.html' title='optimus prime'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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/___IWv02fRkI/RpEjqB4jXqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aibp21cjQd0/s72-c/DSC00112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4132226731484104898</id><published>2007-07-06T06:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T06:39:05.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*phews*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Ro1y_R4jXpI/AAAAAAAAADw/K0-nDyNRWRY/s1600-h/06072007106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083845985829084818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Ro1y_R4jXpI/AAAAAAAAADw/K0-nDyNRWRY/s200/06072007106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Ro1w3x4jXoI/AAAAAAAAADo/GKhrw4S4eGA/s1600-h/06072007106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;despite the sore hands...i ended up fidgeting with the damn thing anyway. and luckily for me...it was a good idea to do so. i finally finished the stupid thing. now i can rest in peace. hands are still sore and i suspect they will be for a couple of days but it was worth it. now i don't have to constantly think about what my next move should be. no more images in my head of rotating colours here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 72 hours...problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can sleep :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4132226731484104898?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4132226731484104898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4132226731484104898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/phews_06.html' title='*phews*'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Ro1y_R4jXpI/AAAAAAAAADw/K0-nDyNRWRY/s72-c/06072007106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-1198638658372653606</id><published>2007-07-05T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:16:38.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hands hurt :(</title><content type='html'>i have to stop this rubik's cube thing. i woke up and realized that my hands can't take it. it hurts. the cramps have turned into sores. its a sign that i need to stop...at least for a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1198638658372653606?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1198638658372653606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1198638658372653606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-hands-hurt.html' title='my hands hurt :('/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-52492281455871036</id><published>2007-07-05T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T02:10:52.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rovh6R4jXnI/AAAAAAAAADg/U6WJAAL4fpo/s1600-h/05072007104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083404995767000690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rovh6R4jXnI/AAAAAAAAADg/U6WJAAL4fpo/s200/05072007104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is where i'm at after 48 hours. i still don't know whether i'm doing it right. not sure whether i'm supposed to do it layer by layer. i've been working at this all day until my fingers are cramped. i think i have obsessive compulsive disorder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone please take the damn thing away from me. need to work.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-52492281455871036?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/52492281455871036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/52492281455871036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/48-hours.html' title='48 hours'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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/___IWv02fRkI/Rovh6R4jXnI/AAAAAAAAADg/U6WJAAL4fpo/s72-c/05072007104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-6871303298963105350</id><published>2007-07-04T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T03:39:26.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work in progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Roql4h4jXmI/AAAAAAAAADY/thLFzmJnmz0/s1600-h/04072007102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083057520027852386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Roql4h4jXmI/AAAAAAAAADY/thLFzmJnmz0/s200/04072007102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after 24 hours this is as far as i got. sui san...am i doing it right? for those of you who don't know who sui san aka. LOLA is...she's a genius. if i were ever in an amazing puzzle race....i'd wanna have her on my team. we're both so tiny so physical challenges might not be a good idea. she's got the brains...the looks...and the personality. lucky bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6871303298963105350?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6871303298963105350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6871303298963105350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-in-progress.html' title='work in progress'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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/___IWv02fRkI/Roql4h4jXmI/AAAAAAAAADY/thLFzmJnmz0/s72-c/04072007102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5096121758248637156</id><published>2007-07-03T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:59:12.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubik's for beginners</title><content type='html'>someone recently gave me a rubik's cube and its been driving me insane. i love crossword puzzles and sudoku. i love games with words and numbers and puzzles. what i don't like is game with colours. the rubik's cube is crazy. so i went online to find out more about the darn thing and i was led to a website called "rubik's for beginners". reading the damn thing requires a darn dictionary. they have codes for every colour an every face and every turn. the guide is not for the lay men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm drawn to it. even though it makes me wanna pull my hair out i find myself constantly picking it up. ugh...why can't i stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;status: not even close to solving anything at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5096121758248637156?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5096121758248637156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5096121758248637156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/07/rubiks-for-beginners.html' title='rubik&apos;s for beginners'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7889012920409539526</id><published>2007-06-27T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T02:10:57.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transformers</title><content type='html'>the 2 movies that i was anticipating this year were 300 and transformers. now that 300 is over and transformers is just days away, i feel like there's nothing else to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...michael bay better do it right. i hope he knows that it is imperative that he gets it right. if he doesn't...every 80's baby will be anti michael bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was out having drinks with my two favourite men today whom i've known for about 10 years now. we were talking about change and how we've evolved over the years. maybe its because we're more mature now and we're all busy making like ants but we still make time to see each other and talk nonsense. i wasn't a very good person in the past. i was judgemental (which i still am but now i keep it to myself)....i was bitchy and i was brutal. those who can take the brutality and the honesty have stayed on to become my close friends. then there's the rest who were driven away by me. and for what its worth (i know its probably too late now)....i'm sorry. in hindsight...it wasn't a very nice thing for me to do. i might have spoke without taking people's feelings into consideration....i might have avoided you if you had blonde hair and brown skin....i might have laughed at you if you didn't speak english....i might have had little respect for you...and for all that...i'm sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was me a long time ago and although i'd like to say i've changed....people tell me i haven't. i'm still the same honest and straight forward person who gives you the brutal truth without sugar coating it. i still judge and i still have a low regard for certain individuals. but don't be intimidated by me. i am just one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing that i still have friends :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7889012920409539526?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7889012920409539526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7889012920409539526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformers.html' title='transformers'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-1889823545921237513</id><published>2007-06-24T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T06:37:37.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five point f*cking three</title><content type='html'>diabetes has been known as the silent killer. it runs in the family so there's always this fear that i'll get it someday. but i don't let the fear control me so i continue eating the foods that are yummy and i continue drinking the drinks that are sinfully sweet and i continue to eat sweets and chocolates because they make me happy. i do however have a do-it-yourself kit to check my glucose level. unfortunately i don't use it very often. but every once in awhile i find myself wondering whether there's been any change. have i done anything to trigger the deadly disease to plague my system? chances are i have but why is it everytime i take the test i'm still safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...bottom line...i took the test today. i find myself holding my breath everytime the little machine is processing the results. there's a little hourglass that keeps rotating...which is quite irritating. thankfully its not some smiley face bouncing around cause that would really piss me off. so i prick myself with a needle and carefully transfer the blood onto this little stick that i insert into the handheld machine. then i wait...and luckily for me...its a 5.3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it be absolutely wrong for me to wonder why i'm not diabetic yet when i should be by now and not do anything about it? and would it be worse if i say i don't really care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1889823545921237513?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1889823545921237513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1889823545921237513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/06/five-point-fcking-three.html' title='five point f*cking three'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4397832025817696189</id><published>2007-06-23T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T06:30:12.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my grill</title><content type='html'>i haven't ate mcdonalds in the past week and a half which is quite an amazing achievement for me. it all started with the george foreman grill so instead of heading out to buy mcdonalds, i grill ramly burgers. if this continues i'll be one of those hermits who never go out. who needs to leave the house when i have the internet, my phone and my george foreman grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad has been sick for about 2 weeks now. he hasn't been himself since he had 3 seizures in 2 hours. its been a difficult 2 weeks but i'm hoping he'll get better and return to his normal self. i miss my conversations with my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4397832025817696189?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4397832025817696189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4397832025817696189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-my-grill.html' title='i love my grill'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4846256672646815897</id><published>2007-06-22T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T05:06:27.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown: 8</title><content type='html'>everyone has been asking me...what's the countdown for? previously i had a countdown for soccer season but since its over why am i still counting down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...it might be a big shock to some but i am attempting to cut down on the nicotine....and hopefully quit smoking someday. in an effort to support my dads quest's to quit smoking i have taken on this challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why a countdown? well...i recently bought 2 cartons of dunhill reds and i'm not about to waste it. i have 8 packs left at this moment and after the 8 packs are gone i will begin the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not just start now? well...i guess i could but i'm kinda preparing myself mentally. smokers will tell you that it's impossible....non-smokers will tell you its will power. i will say that it is a desire. if i desire to stop smoking...i probably will. right now...its not a desire which explains my lack of urgency in the matter. i just don't want to be smoking in front of a man who went cold turkey after smoking 60 sticks a day for the past 40 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4846256672646815897?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4846256672646815897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4846256672646815897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/06/countdown-8.html' title='Countdown: 8'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-8378986586237624293</id><published>2007-06-21T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T06:49:14.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat reducing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rnmu1M4JFPI/AAAAAAAAADI/RgTwNc97OqE/s1600-h/George_foreman_grill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078282283849946354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rnmu1M4JFPI/AAAAAAAAADI/RgTwNc97OqE/s400/George_foreman_grill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lean mean fat reducing george foreman grilling machine. its god's gift to people who can't cook. little did i know...my mom has one. since then its been home made ramly burgers for supper. i don't exactly need the "fat-reducing" function but i'm not complaining. just slap the burgers onto the grill and close the lid. its awesome. time to run out and buy more burgers to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-8378986586237624293?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8378986586237624293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8378986586237624293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/06/fat-reducing.html' title='fat reducing?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rnmu1M4JFPI/AAAAAAAAADI/RgTwNc97OqE/s72-c/George_foreman_grill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7118396874027004552</id><published>2007-06-07T05:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T06:07:46.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how far can i go?</title><content type='html'>i realized that it doesn't take much to get away with anything these days. all it takes is a smile...a laugh...and a simple hello. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was at mcdonalds earlier and i ordered a breakfast set which costs about 10 bucks. so as i was waiting for the hash browns to cook i got into a conversation with the very nice young man behind the drive thru window. he asked me why i was up so late and a 5 minute conversation ensued. eventually...my hash browns were done and as i took out money to pay for my breakfast...he quickly said that it was on the house. on mcdonalds house that is. such power these people at mcdonalds have. they can give out free meals to whomever they please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a different occasion...i was passing through the damansara tol and i only had a 50 note on me. i drove up to the counter...smiled at the guy and apologized for my lack of small change. he looked at me...smiled and said that i could just go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i wonder whether women can really get away with murder. the batting of the eyelashes...the smirk...the power of the eyes. i'm no charlize theron (which in my opinion is the epitome of beauty) so i think its in the simple things. the smile...the warm greetings...the appreciation. not saying that we should always be warm and fuzzy but it does have its benefits. goes to show that you don't have to be a hot chick to jump over hoops. maybe i should dig a little deeper and see what else i can get away with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the next 2 instalments to the Ling family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073074975305962690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rmcuz84JFMI/AAAAAAAAACw/XTLSWmySr1A/s400/06062007089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Cornelia Ling. Once again...a rather off choice for a name. she's not a typical girly girl like her big sister. more of a tomboy but that's what you get growing up wih 3 brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073075572306416850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RmcvWs4JFNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OPRElDbGTsw/s400/06062007091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this big thing here is George Ling. he's 10 and already he's heavier than his big sister (which by the way is me). he's in training to be the best DONKEY player in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073075872954127586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RmcvoM4JFOI/AAAAAAAAADA/5KqVpmZwNBg/s400/06062007088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just because he's so cute...here's another one of Troy drinking my pepsi twist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7118396874027004552?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7118396874027004552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7118396874027004552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-realized-that-it-doesnt-take-much-to.html' title='how far can i go?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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/___IWv02fRkI/Rmcuz84JFMI/AAAAAAAAACw/XTLSWmySr1A/s72-c/06062007089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-2736030828352264147</id><published>2007-06-06T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:47:24.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.S.O.D</title><content type='html'>its time for me to get a new phone. i keep getting the white screen of death...which is probably nokia's version of the blue screen of death. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kids are in town for a couple of days. here's a pic of 2 of the younger ling's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072651611789661314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RmWtw84JFII/AAAAAAAAACQ/L84AVJBf-Bw/s400/04062007078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this little thing is better known as Troy Ling. my dad probably comes up with the funniest names. Troy? such a macho name for someone so erm....cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072652307574363282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RmWuZc4JFJI/AAAAAAAAACY/ewRVmmc8RPY/s400/04062007082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;this one is known as Mark Ling. the fella lost a whole chunk of his teeth recently. so cute. and he's learning how to shuffle cards at the age of 7. training him to be a gambler like his sister :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here are some other funny pictures just for the fun of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072652977589261474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RmWvAc4JFKI/AAAAAAAAACg/BOVggFWOemo/s400/companion-mind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072653312596710578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RmWvT84JFLI/AAAAAAAAACo/XQyxibNA6SI/s400/out+of+work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-2736030828352264147?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/2736030828352264147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/2736030828352264147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/06/wsod.html' title='W.S.O.D'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RmWtw84JFII/AAAAAAAAACQ/L84AVJBf-Bw/s72-c/04062007078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-9087158405800212195</id><published>2007-05-29T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:10:55.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged?</title><content type='html'>for some strange reason i have been tagged...thus everyone in my address book has been tagged too. is there a ghost in my pc? i don't recall tagging anyone but i keep getting email messages saying that i have. anyway...bygones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pirates 3 was one long movie. not a great movie but great soundtrack from hans zimmer. so typical of me to pay attention to the soundtrack and not the movie. finally got a copy of letters from iwo jima which i shall attempt to watch sometime soon. see what's the hype all about. shrek 3 is opening this week. not really stoked for it but i guess its one of those must see movies just because its shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magic has been slowing down. by magic i mean "magic the gathering". for those of you who don't know what it is...good for you. for those of you who do...call me if you wanna join me. we can tap our mana's and cast sengir's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-9087158405800212195?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/9087158405800212195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/9087158405800212195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged.html' title='tagged?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5442605168947994956</id><published>2007-05-14T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:45:36.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>long story short...it was a really exciting 2 hours. in the end...its a split pot right down the middle. oh well...money that wasn't mine to begin with doesn't really qualify as a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again...magic the gathering for 7 hours. my dad seems so bored everytime we play magic. i think its time to alternate between mahjong and magic so he has something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun weekend while it lasted. the anticipation of the final match of the EPL completely overshadowed everything else. now its over and i've gotta find something new to occupy my time. i also learnt that i can't sew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5442605168947994956?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5442605168947994956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5442605168947994956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/05/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-1497218177817166368</id><published>2007-05-12T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T07:18:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic The Gathering</title><content type='html'>someone asked me today "what are you up to?" and the first thought that ran through my mind was "if you knew you'd laugh at me". am i so embarassed to be half geek half rebel? i guess the geek side of me is embarassed to be a rebel and the rebel side of me is embarassed to be a geek. am i confusing you? well...i'm confusing myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...so what was it i was doing? yes...i was playing magic cards. suffering a blast from the past my brothers decided to whip out the stacks of magic cards that lay untouched for almost 10 years. we've used it twice in 3 days. after 10 years of lying dormant these cards can really do things to a person. it makes you want to play...more...and more...and more. i'm not sure whether its the memory of the past or the inner child that makes me want to play. either way...it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the downside of growing up with 2 boys. no barbie dolls...no masak masak set. i thrived on transformers...spiders....star wars....star trek....RPG and magic cards. but as i grew up and went to high school...things changed. i unleashed the rebel in me. so i guess i can say that i have the best of both worlds and i should be proud of my inner geek. at least i had a geeky childhood...a rebellious adolescence....and a well rounded adult life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1497218177817166368?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1497218177817166368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1497218177817166368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/05/magic-gathering.html' title='Magic The Gathering'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-9073198189786940304</id><published>2007-05-11T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:07:25.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown: 3 days @ +3 points</title><content type='html'>i began the countdown at something like 30+ days. how time flies. the day of reckoning is just 3 days away...slightly more than 48 hours to go. if you guys actually bothered to count you'd know that the day of reckoning is 13 May. now what happens on 13 May that is so important. it is the end of the EPL season. most of you will be wondering why that's important to me since i don't even follow football. well...if all goes well i could potentially win FREE money. so i'm crossing my fingers and my toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-9073198189786940304?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/9073198189786940304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/9073198189786940304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/05/countdown-3-days-3-points.html' title='countdown: 3 days @ +3 points'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5198075817709212759</id><published>2007-05-06T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:31:05.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supermarket sweep</title><content type='html'>So if you notice this post has all the characteristics of proper writing (i.e. punctuation, usage of upper and lower case, grammar) its because I’m using word to write today. For some reason its taking blogger.com ages to load so I figured I’ll kill time by writing here and pasting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tesco the other day with two of my favourite people. We played imaginary supermarket sweep and just so you know, go for the birds nest and the Brand’s essence of chicken if you’re ever in that situation. Turkeys and diapers are cheap stuff compared to birds nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were waiting in line to pay up for our purchase, I casually mentioned that condoms would also be a good item to purchase on supermarket sweep just as fillers cause they’re always next to the counter and they come in small packages which makes them easy to grab. So you just throw a couple of boxes in to maximize on time and space. Sometimes I can take an imaginary game slightly too far and start thinking of strategies. So then begins a hilarious conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So which one do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Durex lah! Do you need some?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Which variety? If it’s the “close fit” then I don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: The cheapest one lah!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahahahahahahahaha…..CHEAPSKATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what guys do? They scour the condom section in search of the cheapest condoms? Then again, who needs glow in the dark or strawberry flavoured condoms? Actually, who needs condoms anyway? Just strap on some of that clear wrap thingey that you use to cover food and you're good to go. Anyway, price aside at least he's wearing something which is more than I can say for some people i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my mother stole my alcohol. When I noticed that 2 of my bottles were missing from the fridge, I immediately assumed that the culprits were my brothers. So when they came down I accused them of having NO MANNERS. They denied ever taking anything from my portion of the fridge. Then I started to wonder, if it wasn’t either of them it could only be one other person and that would be my MOTHER. So the next day I asked her whether she took my bottles and she said YES! That’s so out of character. Apparently she was bored at home so she just took 2 of my Bacardi bottles out of the fridge and drank it alone while watching OPRAH. Two days before that she scolded my brother for taking my VITAGEN without my permission. Now she takes my Bacardi without my permission. Its all very strange and somewhat comical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5198075817709212759?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5198075817709212759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5198075817709212759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/05/supermarket-sweep.html' title='supermarket sweep'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5165219436398319086</id><published>2007-05-01T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:38:28.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how stoked are you for spidey 3?</title><content type='html'>i am pretty stoked. trying to keep my expectations on a down low. too many times have i been disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always believed in the power of music. it can influence the way you feel and sometimes even intensify those feelings. it has the power to make you get up and dance or sing even though you're tone deaf. i find that music is a big part of my life and that it can help influence my emotions. give it a try...you might be pleasantly surprised :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5165219436398319086?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5165219436398319086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5165219436398319086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-stoked-are-you-for-spidey-3.html' title='how stoked are you for spidey 3?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-8831970212537147379</id><published>2007-04-28T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T03:07:59.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*insert title here*</title><content type='html'>what do you do when you can't get what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a fine line between needing and wanting. we always want a lot of things...whether we need it is a different story altogether. its a craving that needs to be satisfied...its a dress that needs to be bought...those divine pair of shoes that just doesn't come in your size...durians when they are out of season...ice cream in the middle of the night. such trivial things can make a person restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine when it comes to matters of the heart. when it involves a loved one its a restlessness that can be multiplied ten fold and then doubled once again. you are plagued with the memory at every waking moment. its a want that is so strong it overcomes you with grief and sadness. the pain of loss...the promise of hope...the relativity of time that seems to pass so slowly in times of grief...the uncertainty of the future...the questionable past...everything overwhelms you. the urge to pick up that phone...the desire to see them one more time...the desperation creeps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the silent wanting. a want that is strong but unspoken. its something that you want that you've never had...something new...something unattainable even. a passion built from nothing that will remain as nothing. its the fear of rejection that holds you back...the fear of indifference...the fear of bearing everything and being left with nothing. so you sit across the table...silently admiring...desiring...wanting. not flinching when a joke is told...not blushing when a compliment is spoken. you are cool, calm and collected. nobody knows...nobody will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes two people just don't see eye to eye. different needs...different wants...different dreams. there is no one to blame...no fingers to point. there is no meter to gauge fault or suffering. its all relative. you know the logic...you know the reason. you know what's right but you're wondering why it feels so wrong. its hard to take that step forward so take your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot imagine how difficult it must be for some partly because i have neither the experience nor the strength for such things. with my limited insight i do know one thing...it is a hurt so bad that you feel numb with pain but it will get better. i will walk with you...wherever you want to go. i can guide you but you have to choose your own path. follow your head and it will heal you. follow your heart and it will break you. the decision is yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-8831970212537147379?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8831970212537147379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8831970212537147379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/insert-title-here.html' title='*insert title here*'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-3955797100623756951</id><published>2007-04-27T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T02:17:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairytales and cartoons</title><content type='html'>prolong exposure to fairytales and cartoons pollute the mind. it severely damages one's ability to think logically and rationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to some friends today about the effects of watching cartoons and reading fairytales. it all seems like an innocent activity but if you dissect it and question it you will find that it does effect our thinking in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take for example cats and dogs. in cartoons...we are always led to believe that dogs will chase cats and cats will chase rats. whether they decide to consume one another is a different story. in real life...it might not be so. i've seen dogs and cats being buddies and i see a lot of rats happily wondering the streets together with cats. these creatures can co-exist without wanting to bite each other's heads off. and the thing is...they seem to co-exist more often than not. so why do cartoons depict these animals (plus that one rodent) as being incapable of existing side by side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similarly...cartoons also teach us that cats like to eat fish. basically that's all they eat in cartoons. so we grow up thinking cats only eat fish and drink milk. once again...soooo not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how about those fairytales? princess gets left stranded in an empty tower with no way to escape. i'm still wondering how rapunzel actually got up there if there's no staircase. anyway...prince charming will come save her and they live happily ever after. do they really? nobody tells us what happens after marriage. princes and princesses don't really live happily ever after. look at King Henry VIII. he had 6 wives...and many mistresses. look at prince charles...he's a prince and look what happened to his face. they're not all pretty and handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we grow up we realize that its all one big joke. but unbeknownst to many...it does affect our lives. many grow up believing that there is a prince charming and that there is a happily ever after. we are programmed to believe so at the age of 5. we don't get cartoons or bedtime stories talking about real life. war...poverty...racism...disasters. so next time my little earth ling will be watching discovery channel...national geographic and animal planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>mcd's...movies marathons and mood swings</title><content type='html'>had a strange dream last night. i dreamt that i was at mindy's place for chinese new year and her mom served MCDONALDS! i guess the only people that would find that amusing is mindy and myself...together with ben and probably sui san :) and the most hilarious part is that when we went upstairs...it morphed into andrew's balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like doing a horror movie marathon. anyone wanna join me? the messengers...the reaping and the number 23. the last one doesn't really fit into the horror genre but since its a thriller/mystery i figured it would have to suffice. 2 movies just doesn't feel like a marathon. all movies have had terrible reviews on more than one occasion but i'm in the mood for mindless. i'd do hannibal rising too but i've got the DVD and somehow i feel its going to be in pieces after the censorship board is done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way...I LOVE YOU ILLEGAL/FALL OUT BEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note...i've been feeling pretty annoyed at myself lately. can't pinpoint the reason behind it and i'm hoping its just a phase. need to get back to normal mode if i want to function properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4351776677404573926?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4351776677404573926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4351776677404573926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/mcdsmovies-marathons-and-mood-swings.html' title='mcd&apos;s...movies marathons and mood swings'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5521946393561207947</id><published>2007-04-23T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:06:34.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not alone</title><content type='html'>it doesn't look like a good start to my little brother's schooling year. its his first year in primary school and already he's been bullied BY A GIRL who by the way managed to apprehend all 6 of his pencils...and now he's been abused by a teacher. apparently he was being mischevious and his teacher deemed it appropriate to throw a duster smack into his face. the end result...a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what teacher in the right mind would throw a duster at a child? no matter how much he was misbehaving it doesn't justify duster in eye. anyway...i know there's nothing i can do about it but i just feel so pissed off nowadays with all this teachers abusing kids...not only physically but mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely different note....someone asked me today if i ever get lonely. being single for 5 years definitely raises cause for alarm. friends are being all so helpful with attempting to hook me up and egg me on (yes you know who you are). so i guess its only logical for someone to ask me that question. the answer...i don't know really. maybe its because i attempt to fill every waking moment with something to do. occupy myself so there's no time to feel lonely. not that i'm using excuses to fill up my time...i actually do enjoy the company of my friends and family. i don't feel alone at all cause i know that they're always there for me. so am i lonely? i don't think so....or maybe i'm just in denial :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5521946393561207947?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5521946393561207947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5521946393561207947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-madnessthis-is-malaysian.html' title='i am not alone'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7561069662329161024</id><published>2007-04-18T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T06:33:14.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUYOH with LALA</title><content type='html'>in my personal opinion...i think the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIGI PREPAID FU-YOH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! is a complete disaster. i mean they have a good package with lotsa perks and stuff but the name itself and the ad campaigns are just hilarious. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FU-YOH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; isn't even a word...at least not in my english language dictionary. and what is it supposed to represent? am i supposed to look at the rates and immediately go "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FUIYOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! so low ah" which is generally the Malaysian type response. so maybe it is the smartest thing that DIGI has ever conjured up. their target market would be the people who actually utilize the term &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FU-YOH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (i can't stop saying it already) which is probably 70% of the Malaysian population. the only people who won't get it are the expatriates...the tourists...and the people who grew up under a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FU-YOHLICIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?????? ok...that's taking it a tad too far. now people would just think we're unoriginal. ripping off fergie...who in my opinion ripped off beyonce...who in my opinion ripped off the person who invented the word &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;DELICIOUS...&lt;/span&gt;is not a good idea. not in any language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FU-YOHLICIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (there i go again) campaign is not helping us with the foreigners. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;FU-YOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; isn't even a word...in any language. i actually made a search using the online KAMUS DEWAN and this is the response i get when i type in the word &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FU-YOH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Tiada Sebarang Keputusan Dapat Dicapai*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally translated as "NOT A SINGLE ENTRY CAN BE FOUND" but loosely translated as "NO ENTRIES FOUND"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note...i was listening to the radio this afternoon and FLY.FM was having this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FU-YOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; contest where callers would call in and attempt to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUUUUU-YOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in one long breath and the person who can do it the longest wins RM100 (&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUIYOH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....SO MUCH MONEY!!!!). anyway...this chick called in and her name was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LALA&lt;/span&gt;.....enough said :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7561069662329161024?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7561069662329161024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7561069662329161024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-my-personal-opinion.html' title='FUYOH with LALA'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-1708893592177657228</id><published>2007-04-16T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:14:53.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEJUTAN!</title><content type='html'>so almost a year has passed since my stint in Singapore. i miss it terribly. miss my 2 bedroom apartment...my mini TV and DVD player which was horribly abused...i miss my fridge which was only stocked with apples, ham, ice cream and coke...i miss my bed...i miss my bus rides to work...i miss my kids...i miss the music...i miss the independence...i miss a whole lot of things. but things back here are looking good. i've got a job...i've got my family...i've got my friends...and i guess that's enough to cover all those things that i miss in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's birthday is coming soon. last year we had a surprise birthday party for him and i posed a simple question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS SURPRISE IN BAHASA MELAYU???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til this day i don't really know. and i doubt KEJUTAN is the right word. although it was hilarious when my brother walked in the door a year ago and people were shouting KEJUTAN!!! instead of surprise. funny family and friends i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year is his 30th birthday. hopefully we'll usher in his 30's with a BIG BANG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1708893592177657228?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1708893592177657228'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;so today i was out with my family for dinner and on the way back...my idiot brother stuck himself in the yellow box. and this was not by accident. its not like traffic was moving really slow and he had no idea that he'd be stuck in the yellow box. traffic already stopped so the yellow box was in plain sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we as such supportive family members....what do we do? WE DUCK and hide. we're so used to staring at people when they enter the yellow box...and i'm sure there are people who do the same. so of course shy lah....my brother the rebellious driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my brother is sitting at the driver's seat...laughing away at us cause we're acting like idiots. my eldest brother and i are ducking down into that emergency position that cabin crews tell you to get into in case of emergency landing. all the while we're shouting HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE. in hindsight...it was such an idiotic thing to do. but at that point in time....it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my brothers...they always make me laugh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just so you guys know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052592484315297378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rh5qGD5r9mI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NhDCBwzA6Ak/s400/box.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and i learnt something new at the quiz yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMOKING WHILE DRIVING is ILLEGAL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6870241652016703528?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6870241652016703528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6870241652016703528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-not-enter-yellow-box.html' title='DO NOT ENTER THE YELLOW BOX'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/Rh5qGD5r9mI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NhDCBwzA6Ak/s72-c/box.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-8518158689112087906</id><published>2007-04-10T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:03:17.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 10th: Define Irony</title><content type='html'>at the quiz yesterday...we had a topic called 'favourite hobby' and it was about sex. so one of the questions asked us to state the penalty for having oral sex in singapore. prior to that i had no idea that having oral sex in singapore was illegal. so being the information whore i am...i googled it. under section 377 of the Singaporean Penal Code:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From legal precedent in both India and Singapore, "carnal intercourse against the order of nature" between individuals (of all sexes - the law being non-gender specific with its use of the word "whoever") has been interpreted to include &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Anal sex" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anal_sex"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anal sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; and, often after much courtroom deliberation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Oral sex" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oral_sex"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oral sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; as well; namely any form of sexual intercourse which does not have the potential for procreation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However, recent Singaporean cases have established that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Heterosexual" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heterosexual"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Fellatio" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fellatio"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fellatio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; is exempted if indulged in as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Foreplay" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foreplay"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;foreplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; which eventually leads to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Coitus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coitus"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;coitus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. The Singaporean margin note further explains that mere penetration of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Penis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penis"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;penis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Anus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anus"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; or mouth even without orgasm would constitute the offence. The law applies regardless of the act being consensual between both parties and done in private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically i can't have oral sex unless i'm planning to have babies? SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is....the maximum sentence on this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;LIFE IN PRISON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for your reading pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Prostitution is legal. Operating a brothel and soliciting in public are technically illegal, but officially tolerated in certain areas called designated red-light areas (DRAs). Working women have to carry a "yellow card" that proves that they are registered and have recently undergone their bi-weekly health check. Working conditions in the brothels are good: some even provide voluntary benefits to keep the prostitutes working there. Prostitutes don't work out of economic necessity (except the foreigners) since there's no poverty and nearly full employment in Singapore. Singapore's Court of Appeal ruled in 2/97 that consensual oral sex is a criminal offense unless it is part of foreplay leading to proper intercourse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The age of consent: 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Finding prostitutes: There are 6 red-light districts with a total of about 400 brothels, each employing 10-20 registered prostitutes. I list the names with their price ranges: Geylang (S$50-S$120), Flanders Square (S$30), Keong Siak Street (S$15-S$30), Desker Road (S$10-S$12), Tanjong Pagar area (S$10-S$12). In addition, there are brothels outside of the DRAs (illegal), massage parlors offering full service (illegal), escort services (legal) and private call girls (legal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-8518158689112087906?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8518158689112087906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8518158689112087906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/january-10th-define-irony.html' title='January 10th: Define Irony'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5462582038801268816</id><published>2007-04-10T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:58:45.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 31st: What Nationality Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so following the Trinidad &amp;amp; Tobago problem...i made a list of countries that have iffy nationalities. here goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burkina Faso - Burkinabe (singular and plural)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesotho - Mosotho (singular), Basotho (plural)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luxembourg - Luxembourger(s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mali - Malian(s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montenegro - Montenegrin(s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monaco - Monegasque(s) or Monacan(s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qatar - Qatari(s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;San Marino - Sammarinese (singular and plural) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seychelles - Seychellois (singular and plural)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sure there are many more african countries that i don't know about...not to mention all those little islands like the guinea's and all.but hey...imagine this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: hi...my name is feefs and i'm from malaysia. that makes me a malaysian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;random guy: hi...my name is silver lightning and i'm from burkina faso. that makes me a burkinabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just sounds wrong...sort of like a cuss word in hokkien no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5462582038801268816?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5462582038801268816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5462582038801268816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/october-31st-what-nationality-are-you.html' title='October 31st: What Nationality Are You?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-1409116472471066002</id><published>2007-04-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:38:19.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of an unattached compulsive gambler</title><content type='html'>once again i get a call from a friend from the states asking me "eh...why lah until now no boyfriend?". is this going to be a trend? patience people. u guys seem more worried about me than i do about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...its been a string of gambling nights for me. it is sooooo not healthy. i have been making a bit of money though. poker...chor tai ti...soccer. anyway...its soccer that i'm anticipating the most. 5 to 6 more matches before the end of the season. which means 33 days before i find out whether i win the big pot of moolahs. it was looking good for awhile...that was until yesterday where i lost my 6 point lead and went down to a 2 point lead. still in the lead but it doesn't look like i'll be there for long. ugh...the suspense is killing me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1409116472471066002?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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david. so with no tickets in hand and only 20 minutes till showtime on opening night...we figured we're not that lucky. turns out we were lucky after all...so the day was looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was until the words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penyu Mutasi Ninja Remaja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed up on screen. another smack forehead scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5238748217739283446?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5238748217739283446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5238748217739283446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/tmnt.html' title='TMNT'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4947335221520872443</id><published>2007-04-06T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:06:00.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boleh cakap melayu?</title><content type='html'>i was looking for someone to frame a poster for me and i needed it fast. word on the street is that someone at pudu is able to do it at a reasonable price and within a day. so naturally...i called them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me: hello...is this *bleep out name of establishment*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stranger: ah ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me: i'd like to enquire about your aluminium frames and clear glass windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stranger: err.....*long pause*....you boleh cakap melayu ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me: ok. boleh saya cakap dengan seorang yang boleh cakap bahasa inggeris?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stranger: tunggu ya.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*people whispering amidst the sounds of shuffling items*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lady: hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me: yes. i'd like to get more information about your frames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lady: errrr.....awak boleh cakap melayu tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ME SMACKS FOREHEAD*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its probably my fault anyway for not being able to speak the language. but if you're planning to run a business....please lah have someone that can speak english. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and since we're on the topic of english....let's bring back some classic pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050249861579105314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RhYXfeJjZCI/AAAAAAAAABU/DCiC5KC3ljM/s400/grow-a-hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4947335221520872443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/boleh-cakap-melayu.html' title='boleh cakap melayu?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RhYXfeJjZCI/AAAAAAAAABU/DCiC5KC3ljM/s72-c/grow-a-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7076536464966932749</id><published>2007-04-02T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T03:58:52.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tabula rasa</title><content type='html'>i've always believed that human beings are born with a clean slate....or tabula rasa as some would call it. so basically, who we are is the product of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the experiences that we have gone through&lt;br /&gt;2. the lessons that were instilled in us&lt;br /&gt;3. the knowledge we gain&lt;br /&gt;4. the perceptions/beliefs that we derive from all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many would argue that our fate has been pre-determined at birth based on geneology...astrology...and whatever else in between. granted...there are certain genes that we cannot run from. i can't roll my tongue...i have brown eyes...i have black hair...i am short...and i only have my parents/ancestors to thank for that. but why don't i speak chinese or eat vegetables? i'd say its because i was never brought up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that Freud said it best when he came up with the theory that one's personality is largely determined by their upbringing. if i was trained to be submissive and obedient since young and that i should never talk to strangers...i would probably grow up being exactly just that...someone who is shy and reserved. if i was born into a muslim family then i would generally grow up as a muslim and adhere to its faith. if i was born into an english speaking family...i would naturally be fluent in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as children, we absorb more information than we do as adults. we unknowingly absorb and process values without questioning and as we grow up, we are generally supposed to sift through it and discard those that we feel is wrong. so then comes the ethics. the ability to separate what is right and what is wrong, what is good and what is bad. based on new experiences and new knowledge we should be able to make calculated and informed decisions. we should also be able to fully accept the consequences of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end...the swing of the pendulum is determined by the individual. do we want to be the person that we were brought up to be or do we want to change? do i want to eat vegetables and speak cantonese? do i want to be a christian? do i want to be the musician my mother always wanted me to be? i know the pros and cons...i know the consequences of my actions...i make my own decisions. the first 13 years of my life were governed by my parents and they were basically my guide book. now that i'm old enough to think for myself and independent enough to support myself...the rest of my life is governed by no one else but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and that's just my two cents&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7076536464966932749?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7076536464966932749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7076536464966932749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/tabula-rasa.html' title='tabula rasa'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-1327180002015445400</id><published>2007-04-01T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T04:03:57.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was hijacked</title><content type='html'>today was a pretty eventful day. spent the afternoon with the girls and spent the night with ben. he shall now be known as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ILLEGAL BEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. his super power is the ability to make the most illegal parkings. he is also known as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FALL OUT BEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because he has the tendency to fall out of friendships and grow distant. anyway...due to certain circumstances that were beyond my control....a visit to mcdonalds turned into a road trip to klang. and for what? for ben to show me the sights...the sounds...and the smells of klang. since i didn't drive...i had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so driving around in klang was educational. not like i haven't been there before...i just haven't been there with BEN before. ooh...it is a must try experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Oooh....Plantation! looks like we're not in kansas anymore toto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ben: let me show you a secret u turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: looks like the red car in front also knows about the secret u turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ben: its not a secret to klang people...its only secret to pj people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wow...this is quite secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ben: eh...now i can show you where the klang pasar malam is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ben: oh...i can show you my panel clinic too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ME SMACKS FOREHEAD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...thanks ben for the very educational road trip. i had a blast. and yes...i was paying attention. if u were to have left me at that petrol station...with a car i might add...i would be able to find my way home. and no...i'm not coming to visit you for lunch now that i know where you work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you..happy birthday to you...happy birthday to sui san...happy birthday to you. *sing in the tune of the happy birthday song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindy...congrats on your graduation. all i have to say is...welcome to the working world. its a bitch isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1327180002015445400?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1327180002015445400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1327180002015445400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-hijacked.html' title='i was hijacked'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-6343484825035361291</id><published>2007-03-28T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T02:34:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tic tic tac tac toe toe</title><content type='html'>random thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the name tic tac derived from the game tic-tac-toe? or is the name tic-tac-toe derived from tic tacs? or are they completely unrelated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wikipedia doesn't have the answer...who does?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6343484825035361291?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6343484825035361291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6343484825035361291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/tic-tic-tac-tac-toe-toe.html' title='tic tic tac tac toe toe'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-2917591595016072878</id><published>2007-03-27T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:39:11.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music is my life</title><content type='html'>i haven't touched the piano in ages. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i don't teach anymore&lt;br /&gt;- my fingernails are too long&lt;br /&gt;- nothing interesting to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a year since i've attempted to play anything properly. and i've pretty much lost it. i find that i'm struggling with the flow of things. my hands are stiff...my fingers are not as quick as they used to be...and i'm just missing my aim on my notes. my touch is completely off so everything sounds horrendous. so today...i have decided to cut my nails...really short. i'm going to start practicing since i managed to find myself a copy of the Pride and Prejudice score. and i'm going to get back on track. can't let it go to waste. ugh...can't imagine myself practicing my scales and arpeggios...but i am determined. there's no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once said that you won't know that you love someone until you lose them. well...i guess it applies to many things. never realized how important it was for me to play the piano until now...when i'm on the verge of losing it. i feel sooooo guilty now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-2917591595016072878?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/2917591595016072878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/2917591595016072878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cut-my-fingernails.html' title='music is my life'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4507561313156501181</id><published>2007-03-26T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T07:46:34.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my country</title><content type='html'>stumbled upon a list of banned movies in malaysia while i was at imdb.com. came across some that really made me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example...roberto benigni's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINNOCHIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? we read the book...we all know what pinnochio is about...its a children's story...and they banned the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a tony award winning musical about a bunch of bohemians struggling with life...love and AIDS. what's so bad about that? would we somehow be inspired to get AIDS and run around like hippees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAVING PRIVATE RYAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is also on the list. granted...they sometimes ban movies that depict war but if you're going to show pearl harbour and black hawk down and behind enemy lines and etc....why not show saving private ryan? a movie that doesn't actually concentrate on killing and war but more of saving a fellow officer from behind enemy lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's always &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...both the first one and the second one. so we're not supposed to look at pigs? or is it just talking pigs that are offensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we have movies like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRINCE OF EGYPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PASSION OF THE CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that are reserved for non-muslim viewers only. and how apt for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DA VINCI CODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be open to all audiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what they are trying to prove. do they think that we are so stupid to take things literally? ok...granted...some adults still believe the WWE is real but i'm pretty sure most rational adults will be able to distinguish between right and wrong...real and fake. i guess they don't have faith in their people. that's malaysia....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4507561313156501181?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4507561313156501181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4507561313156501181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-my-country.html' title='this is my country'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-1441618391636513299</id><published>2007-03-22T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:52:19.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>head start</title><content type='html'>ok...so as most of you know...cleo holds its "most eligible bachelor" (kononnya) contest every year. what's the definition of bachelor anyway? unattached? unmarried? or completely single? anyway...highly likely that most of the 50 guys are not eligible after all...whether they are bachelors is open to intepretation. anyway...i don't know who the 50 guys are...i rarely ever know any of them anyway. just goes to show my limited network of friends. but this year...rumour has it that someone i know (whooppeeee) is in the top 50. so heads up everyone...vote for JUSTIN CHAN HOONG FAI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note...my desk is a mess. can't find anything except a stapler. i wonder why the stapler is so prominently featured on my desk...hrm. anyway...the one thing i hate is having cds and dvds scattered all over the place....WITHOUT COVERS! ok..whose fault is that? its mine so i accept the fact that i have to clean up my own mess. urgh...if only i had the impulse to CLEAN.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1441618391636513299?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1441618391636513299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1441618391636513299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/head-start.html' title='head start'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-8960018352488544753</id><published>2007-03-21T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:26:06.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?</title><content type='html'>a conversation with my brothers goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: TGIF @ The Curve after having a new york strip steak all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: hey guys...take a look at this (showing them my massive tummy through my top)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;brother no.1: hey...i have one too. Look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;brother no.2: ha ha ha...i don't believe its real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the conversation strayed to one of those strange fictional characters of some movie that i can't remember that is completely stick thin except for a bulging tummy. so thanks guys for that very graphic picture of what i could possibly look like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-8960018352488544753?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8960018352488544753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8960018352488544753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/seriously.html' title='seriously?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5965189681318175459</id><published>2007-03-20T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:10:54.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks mindy and sui san</title><content type='html'>in an attempt to satisfy an impulse to perm my hair...i actually went to the hairdresser to get it done. usually...it's just a thought. something that i wake up thinking about...then i process the thought...contemplating whether i should or not...what are the costs...what are the benefits... whether i'll have the time to even take care of it...yada yada. so today...i woke up and had this urge to perm my hair. i immediately went to my laptop to figure out who i should ask...desperately looking for someone to tell me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT TO DO IT&lt;/span&gt;. i found my 3 best friends (i have many more) online. so i messaged all 3 simultaneously and anxiously waited for a reply. thanks for the pep talk ben but mindy and sui san over ruled you. 2 against 1. so yes...the girls said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO DO IT&lt;/span&gt;. its something different....its a change. all logical and rational reasons. ben's response....perm hair sucks! not much of a reason but it was duly noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...arrived at the hairdresser all gung ho and ready to get something done. total cost...RM300. which was fine since it cost me about RM400 the last time. so i was checking to see how much money i had and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BINGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...i only had RM190. not enough...no UOB bank around. in my head i was thinking "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PHEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...what a life saver. never thought i'd be this happy to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have money in my wallet". clever hairdresser came up with a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRILLIANT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;idea. why not i get a hair cut first to prepare for the perm tomorrow. that way...i won't waste time. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS THERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...enquiring... prepared...can't turn back now. so i agreed...thinking that i could just settle for a haircut and not return the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MANA AKU TAHU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....they thinned my hair so thin that its practically non existent anymore. now its a disastrous "V" shape that i extremely depise. i hate "V" shape hair cuts. anyway...maybe its their ploy to get me to go back tomorrow. "let's give her a horrible hair cut to make sure she has to come back tomorrow for the perm". oh well...i might as well get it permed now...and heck...if i don't like it i'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHOP IT ALL OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now how many of you secretly wishes that it will be another disaster tomorrow so that i will have to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHOP IT ALL OFF&lt;/span&gt;? i bet you that some of you are wishing me ill-luck...just so u can see me in short hair. u guys are nasty.....and once again...thanks mindy...thanks sui san. ben...i wished i had listened to you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*note*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before and after pictures to come later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5965189681318175459?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5965189681318175459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5965189681318175459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/thanks-mindy-and-sui-san.html' title='thanks mindy and sui san'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-9175382593793780494</id><published>2007-03-19T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T05:40:51.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if love was enough....</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder what society has turned into today. in one of my dads attempt to joke about my singlehood...he mentioned that he is considering putting me through d'arrange marriage. my grandparents were subjected to an arranged marriage. they got married at the age of 16. there's a picture of my grandparents a few months after they got married and they were the same height at that time. they weren't the same height years later. my grandfather was sent off to marry before he reached adolescence. and that was probably the trend back then. but for the record...my grandparents grew to love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays...we have it good. we get to choose who we want to be with or whether we want to be with anyone at all. we set our standards and reach for it. i know i do. relationships become an option...not an ultimatum. we go in and out of relationships searching for that one person that we want to spend the rest of our lives with. just like in all those fairy tales where the prince and the servant girl lives happily ever after. disillusioned by the stories we desperately search for our prince (or servant girl). sometimes...we grow to love a person...other times...we grow otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love becomes a fixation. something that we obssess over...and desperately try to find. but what is it? who really knows? is it the promise of diamonds and gold? or is it the promise of happiness and joy? are the two the same? does one have to lead to the other? or is happiness enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many questions. if we went back in time....what would our ancestors say? i think that they would tell us that all you need is love...trust...honesty...loyalty...and each other. we don't need a large wedding...flowers...diamonds...money...a mansion and all that jazz. and that's just my personal opinion.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-9175382593793780494?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/9175382593793780494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/9175382593793780494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-love-was-enough.html' title='if love was enough....'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-3360437499329715315</id><published>2007-03-17T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T02:36:29.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been converted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RfrgNAY8_HI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z6e85U_HUlk/s1600-h/17032007061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042589246842272882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RfrgNAY8_HI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z6e85U_HUlk/s400/17032007061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;normally...i'd stand aside and mind my own business when my friends are shopping for cosmetics or beauty products. i'm not exactly the type of person who pays much attention to the condition of my skin. never cared about whether i have spots or scars. so when sandra asked me to try this product at body shop...i thought it was just like any other ordinary product...over priced and over rated with the promise of healthier and shinier skin. now i don't care what this product promises but i just had to have it. once you apply it your skin will feel velvety soft. it could create more spots for all i care. i'm just interested in its magical texture. ooh...and another plus point is that it smells like orange :) so go try it. it doesn't matter whether you need another moisturizer or whatever it is this thing does. it doesn't matter what promises it holds. who cares? if you're going to spend money on products that offer false promises...you might as well invest in one that feels and smells good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-3360437499329715315?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3360437499329715315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3360437499329715315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-converted.html' title='i&apos;ve been converted'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RfrgNAY8_HI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z6e85U_HUlk/s72-c/17032007061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-6842032856178550306</id><published>2007-03-15T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:31:07.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond hope</title><content type='html'>damn you arsenal and man city. 2 matches today and both didn't end up in my favour. now my EPL table has gone completely out of whack. looks like i won't be winning the pot afterall. unless...by some twist of fate...everything goes my way this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6842032856178550306?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6842032856178550306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6842032856178550306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/beyond-hope.html' title='beyond hope'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-3879678689373582250</id><published>2007-03-14T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:48:00.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you're a nerd when....</title><content type='html'>went to spicy kitchen after the quiz and they were showing a horrendous copy of 300. to me...horrendous is still watchable. you get a couple of people standing up once in awhile and the camera seems to tilt occasionally. but this copy was like half screen with half the subtitles and the censored part was not cut out...it was in fast forward. people so desperate to get cheap pirated copies nowadays that they'd go as low as to watch such a horrendous copy? and for what? to save 10 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...was talking about the movie. everyone seemed to enjoy it. my friend who watched it in brunei said that it was less censored over there so you basically get to see lots of the 'oracle'. i was going on and on about the buff men which i think was probably the work of CGI. david wenham's (oh...that's faramir in LOTR) 8 pack seems to fade into a 6 pack and then to just an imposing hunk of fat throughout the movie. then i said something about eudorus and everyone just stoned. vincent regan....the guy who plays the captain in 300 is the same guy who played eudorus in troy. don't know who eudorus is yet? well...he was brad pitt's right hand man in troy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes...you are a nerd when you know that eudorus plays the captain and when you make the connection of sean bean --&gt; vincent regan --&gt; david wenham --&gt; sean bean. sean bean acted alongside vincent regan in troy...sean bean being odysseus. and vincent regan acted alongside david wenham in 300. and david wenham can be connected to sean bean in LOTR. and even though vincent regan had bigger roles in both troy and 300...compared to the other 2 actors...he's less famous. then again...nobody really knows sean bean and david wenham by name either. we usually refer to them as boromir and faramir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...so if i haven't mentioned it yet...go watch 300. i'm sure everyone is telling you the same thing. but i won't be surprised if some of you are freakishly disappointed by the movie. there's so much hype but if you ask me.....its not 'THAT' great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-3879678689373582250?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3879678689373582250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3879678689373582250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-know-youre-nerd-when.html' title='you know you&apos;re a nerd when....'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4324518878509475416</id><published>2007-03-13T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T06:02:10.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad's kids?</title><content type='html'>spent all night organizing the playlists in my ipod. i seemed to have messed it up over the past few months. i chuck full albums in there so that i could test them but i end up not testing them at all and sticking to my original playlist. then my library gets clogged up with crap. note to self...don't bother adding things that i probably won't listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very proud of my soundtrack list. managed to put them into 2 different sets. 1 for when i just want to listen to my favourites...the other is all soundtracks. so my all time favourites...just in case u guys decide to give original motion picture scores a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- king kong  (james newton howard)&lt;br /&gt;- king arthur (hans zimmer)&lt;br /&gt;- da vinci code (hans zimmer)&lt;br /&gt;- world trade center (craig armstrong)&lt;br /&gt;- gladiator (hans zimmer)&lt;br /&gt;- english patient (gabriel yared)&lt;br /&gt;- braveheart (james horner)&lt;br /&gt;- kingdom of heaven (henry gregson-williams)&lt;br /&gt;and the newly released 300 (tyler bates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i have a whole lot of hans zimmer there and surprisingly no john williams. 90% of the people reading this probably have no idea who i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...my dad's kids are coming down to kl tomorrow. it feels weird saying "my dad's kids" cause i'm also one of them. oh well...'kids' implies young ones. in a way i'm looking forward to it...haven't seen them all in awhile so its good to see what they've been up to. on the other hand...i've got tonnes of work to do and i don't want their visit to disrupt my flow and productivity level. just got to keep my priorities in check. its good that they'll be around till saturday. i'll have time to see them eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the strangest thing happened at 1am today. was flipping through the newspapers and i stumbled upon the obituaries. noticed that there was someone pretty familiar there...then it hit me. there's this guy that i always meet at the mamak who used to bring me "cadbury chocolate flakes" from perth. yum...delicious little flakes. and no mindy...he's not some hot young guy trying to pick me up with chocolate. he's actually more of an uncle in a non related way. anyway...his dad passed away on saturday. so i called him up and together with my dad...we went to his house at 1.30am. what a way to end the day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type='text'>computer 101</title><content type='html'>my mom has been taking computer lessons. so logically i assumed that they would first teach her how to type...what's a folder...how to browse folders...microsoft office....then the internet. yes...the internet. what is the internet? how does one access the internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no...she called me today and asked me why she couldn't log on to her email. so i asked her...did u type in the correct username? did you check your password? she assured me that all details were correct. fine...so i said i can't tell her what's wrong cause i'm not at the computer. she then gave me this nonsense about how it probably doesn't work cause my brother's pc uses Internet explorer. WHAT? did they not teach you what internet explorer is in computer class? anyway...i asked her to close the windows thinking that i would go through it step by step with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 1: open internet explorer&lt;br /&gt;step 2: go to &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com"&gt;www.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 3: key in your username and password&lt;br /&gt;step 4: click sign in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it worked. guess what was the problem earlier. she was trying to sign it at the blardee wrong website. its like trying to enter someone else's house with the wrong keys. gosh...those computer classes just ain't teaching the right things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-977377764675996762?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/977377764675996762'/><link 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respond...react... reciprocate. don't prolong the inevitable and don't stay in it because u can't get what you want. i am your friend...that's all i am. if i said or did anything to make you think otherwise then i'm sorry. it was unintentional. now that you know....make your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...went to watch 'an inconvenient truth' today. hrm...it was very informative and enlightening. but i'm still smoking...for now. i recommend it to those who are interested documentaries. it might seem long and boring but if u give it a try...you might just be pleasantly surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7290819515419309906?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7290819515419309906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7290819515419309906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/bizarre-love-triangle_12.html' title='bizarre love triangle'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-2182510431378586211</id><published>2007-03-10T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T06:42:50.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>courtesy of sow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RfJQLwY8_FI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vvPItSJvMFk/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040179095879351378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RfJQLwY8_FI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vvPItSJvMFk/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks sow...for that very brutal explanation on lasik eye surgery. let's just say you won't be a very good candidate to promote any sort of medical services. if you really want to read sows gripping description on lasik eye surgery just click on the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-2182510431378586211?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/2182510431378586211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/2182510431378586211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/courtesy-of-sow.html' title='courtesy of sow'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/RfJQLwY8_FI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vvPItSJvMFk/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5184127719156889832</id><published>2007-03-10T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:55:41.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moviola</title><content type='html'>how many people enjoy listening to OST's? raise you hand.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm.....no one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its one of those genre's that rarely get credit. no one listens to the music that's playing in the background while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- william wallace cried 'freedom'.&lt;br /&gt;- king leonidas couldn't say 'goodbye my love'&lt;br /&gt;- ada played the piano&lt;br /&gt;- beauty killed king kong&lt;br /&gt;- king arthur held the ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its a genre that not many people can appreciate. my iTunes and iPod runs movie soundtracks on repeat. and i recently discovered moviola and streamingsoundtracks.com. its an online streaming radio channel that plays movie soundtracks 24/7. its like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be watching 'an inconvenient truth' on sunday. hopefully that documentary would make me wanna erm.....stop smoking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contemplating whether to watch 300 again on sunday. but that would make 2 trips to the cinema in 1 day. the last time i did that was about 5 or 6 years ago when i watched 'ali' and 'attack of the clones' back to back. and it was really back to back. i literally had to run to the next cinema after the first show ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for 'sunshine'. the trailer looks awesome. my brother seems to think that "dark silence" is going to be super horrific because of the trailer. i think 'the messengers' had a pretty freaky trailer. so go to apple.com/trailers and see what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5184127719156889832?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5184127719156889832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5184127719156889832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/moviola.html' title='moviola'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-1818072421608913064</id><published>2007-03-09T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:48:26.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for sui san and mindy</title><content type='html'>its funny how we're all different but we think alike. when i typed out the words 'bizarre love triangle' into my msn personal message....i kinda knew that u guys would definitely message me anxiously asking "what's with the bizarre love triangle lah?" and rightly so...today was the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun to see how "concerned" you guys were but sorry to burst your bubble...there's no love triangle happening here. it would've been great if there was though...more drama means more gossip...which translates to more fun :P unfortunately...my life is simple. so no more talk about S.T.D :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched 300 today. i think i was too stoked for 300 (as imdb would put it). it was a good movie though. love the way it was done...the cinematography...the art direction. didn't really like the overacting though. and the people in the cinema found the urge to clap and talk at the oddest of times. those of you who know me will know how much i hate distractions in a cinema. don't think the movie deserved an ovation though. "the prestige" deserved an ovation though...but there was none. where were all you clapping people when the prestige needed it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1818072421608913064?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1818072421608913064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1818072421608913064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-sui-san-and-mindy.html' title='for sui san and mindy'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-6625113109447706867</id><published>2007-03-08T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:24:07.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving pictures with accompanying audio</title><content type='html'>i'm a sucker for tv series' and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched episode 18 of heroes yesterday. such a cliffhanger i wished i didn't watch it. when the credits rolled my brother and i simultaneously said "FUCK".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realized that one tree hill isn't showing its next episode until the end of the month. double fish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching 300 tomorrow night. its probably my most anticipated movie of the year. have been waiting since last year. the trailer was awesome. hope the movie is equally as awesome and i've been reading such good reviews. best to keep my expectations at a minimum just in case it turns out to be freakishly disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally watched little miss sunshine the other night. i found it hilarious and entertaining. others said it was so-so. guess its a different kind of humour. but is it really deserving of an oscar nomination? i guess it did deserve to win best original screenplay. but nomination for best movie? its one of those years where most movies sucked so the 'not-so-impressive-but-still-good' ones make up the top movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...i guess i'll just continue to sift through my dvds and see what pleasant surprises i can find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6625113109447706867?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6625113109447706867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6625113109447706867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/moving-pictures-with-accompanying-audio.html' title='moving pictures with accompanying audio'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5499511852037792614</id><published>2007-03-04T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:41:55.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make love not warcraft</title><content type='html'>i watched that episode of southpark a few months back and even though it was hilariously entertaining...it was also enlightening. the lengths that some people would go to in order to get their daily WOW fix is amazing. i figured that southpark would have opened up some eyes. if at any point in time you find that your mom has to bring you a bucket to shit in cause u're in the midst of a quest and u can't leave your PC...something is severely wrong. but of course...since we're all pottie trained that probably wouldn't happen. its just a metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...some people are more self aware...and some people aren't. they probably won't know how silly it all is unless they are looking at themselves from a 2nd person point of view. and heck...until that happens they can happily live in the world of warcraft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5499511852037792614?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5499511852037792614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5499511852037792614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/make-love-not-warcraft.html' title='make love not warcraft'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7250152547394226324</id><published>2007-03-03T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T05:36:10.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got your back</title><content type='html'>my brothers and i have been single for the longest time...i think its 5 years or so now. we've become so used to seeing each other unattached and talking about everything openly. the three of us would go out for dinner...watch movies together...yum cha and talk about absolutely everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently...one of my brothers is showing interest in a girl. not that he has never shown interest before. just that this time around it seems to be materializing. anyway...i've met her a couple of times. she didn't really impress me. maybe its because she's young and a tad ignorant. those of you who know me would know very well that i can't stand ignorance and childishness. so basically...i'm not impressed. i'm still waiting for her to charm me with her intelligence and her wit. then again...i'm not the one she has to win over...am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone mentioned that my lack in enthusiasm could be due to the fact that i've gotten too used to the three of us being single. to put it bluntly....i'm jealous. well...i hardly am...if i were it would be incestous. its just my protective instincts taking over. remember how i wanted to poison the little girl who slapped my 7 year old brother and stole his pencils? the same protective instincts are surfacing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...i will always support my brother and stand by him no matter what decision he makes. and he knows that whatever happens....i've got his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037443165136642386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/ReiX3oIwYVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a5Vs7T2scDs/s320/communist1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Attempt number 1 at looking like a pair of Communists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037443513028993378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/ReiYL4IwYWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fGP-sz3SDGI/s320/communist2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A more successful attempt at looking like a pair of Communists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7250152547394226324?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7250152547394226324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7250152547394226324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-your-back.html' title='i got your back'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/ReiX3oIwYVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a5Vs7T2scDs/s72-c/communist1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-1246423545230157603</id><published>2007-03-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:42:47.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too many dvds?</title><content type='html'>i find myself buying more and more dvds to add to my already overflowing collection. its easy to find out how many i already have since i have them catalogued. the current total stands at 292. hrm..actually doesn't sound like much but it sure as hell takes up a lot of space. i don't have any dvds listed under the alphabet 'q'. maybe i should go buy 'the queen' just to fill it up. funny thing is i haven't really watched anything in the past month. i think i've bought about 10 dvds but i've only seen one. talk about buying things that i don't need.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a really slow week. the celebrations and festivities of chinese new year have faded. things are back to normal. the gambling has subsided...although i think that would change once the weekend is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for X-pilates yesterday. no...its not some kind of x-rated pilates class. it's an advanced pilates class that i should've never entered. right now i just feel like my entire body is in knots. can't walk right...can't sit right...can't move. thank god the weekend is just another day away. i need to recover....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-1246423545230157603?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1246423545230157603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/1246423545230157603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/03/too-many-dvds.html' title='too many dvds?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-3576984238178068513</id><published>2007-02-28T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:08:14.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/ReSA8UT8tNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e9nz5r4j1MM/s1600-h/06012007029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036292057039942866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/ReSA8UT8tNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e9nz5r4j1MM/s320/06012007029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;such creativity :) makes me really wanna go in and rip them off. but i'm smarter than that...or should i say...i just don't have the funds for that. this was taken earlier this year during a trip to singapore. wonder when the next one will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-3576984238178068513?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3576984238178068513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3576984238178068513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IWv02fRkI/ReSA8UT8tNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e9nz5r4j1MM/s72-c/06012007029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-8823440192885819676</id><published>2007-02-23T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T08:44:33.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>why would i want someone to shoot my mom you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the main reasons i left singapore was because my brothers needed me. the situation back home was becoming worse and someone needed to be the buffer between my parents and the kids. so being the patient and 'zen' person that i currently am i decided i should bite the bullet. be the sponge that absorbs all the shit so that it doesn't hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what happens when it does hit the fan? gunshots and blunt force trauma's come to mind. but i shall persevere. i shall continue to bite that bullet. i shall be the one that stands in the middle to ensure that my brothers are free from all the whining and bitching. and if i can't stop it...i can at least try to soften the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*if there must be trouble, let it me in my day..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Thomas Paine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh...this is my moment of weakness....and the moment has passed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-8823440192885819676?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8823440192885819676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/8823440192885819676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/02/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-6368149072414019560</id><published>2007-02-23T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T06:17:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone shoot me now</title><content type='html'>i need to be shot...right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe my mom needs to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone please shut my mom up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-6368149072414019560?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6368149072414019560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/6368149072414019560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/02/someone-shoot-me-now.html' title='someone shoot me now'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-3101978556943549392</id><published>2007-02-17T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:18:57.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a compulsive gambler</title><content type='html'>valentine's day came and left pretty quickly. i guess the excitement of Chinese New Year made Valentine's day seem almost non-existent. partly because everyone's too busy with preparations but mostly because CNY warrants a public holiday. 2 days (hrm...to some its a week) of not having to work trumps expensive gifts and obligatory dinners and 'i love you's' anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY has been the same every year for the past 8 years. routines have been made and little traditions have been carved in stone. i've gained a little reputation as being a gambling queen. something which i'm not very proud of but i still enjoy the game. and if enjoying the game makes me a gambling queen then i shall remain one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre chinese new year gambling sessions have been a bit scarce. started out with poker with some new friends...then there's the all year round chor tai ti and mahjong sessions...and yesterday i had my 2 hour dosage of dead-rami (is that how its spelt?). scarce you might say? i have toned down somewhat...or should i say everyone else has toned down which leaves me...gambling-less. gone are the days of 12 hour mahjong sessions....gone are the days where pre chinese new year gambling sessions begin during hari raya. look on the bright side...saves me some money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-3101978556943549392?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3101978556943549392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/3101978556943549392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/02/confessions-of-compulsive-gambler.html' title='Confessions of a compulsive gambler'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-7348431119333449935</id><published>2007-02-12T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T06:25:51.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you marry me?</title><content type='html'>someone once told me that i'll never find a boyfriend...not only because i'm uber picky...but because i'm dog ugly...absolutely daft...plus i'm married to my friends. not only do they have to accept my faults and defects but they have to pass immigrations...customs...quarantine and a stringent quality control check. anyway...like i've said many many many many so many times...my friends are great. it's hard to find anyone like them...which is why i haven't made many new friends lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's why i am labelled as antisocial. it's not easy to get a person like me to talk to a stranger. it's not easy for a person like me to get to know someone. first of all...the person must attract my attention by using his intelligence/intellect/wit. i don't like boring people and for me...if a person can't hold a decent conversation it would be the end of the conversation. it's no surprise that i come off as bitchy or stuck up....i've been told that many times. i have to be able to click with someone to cultivate a friendship. there has to be a level of understanding and there definitely as to be some common interest....not a lot but at least some. but it's been said that we can't choose our friends...our friends choose us. we might want someone to be our friend but it's a matter of whether the other person reciprocates that determines whether we really become friends. and with my kind of attitude...it's no wonder that i don't have many friends and that i only stick to the ones that i have. but i have to admit that there are certain people that i'd like to have kept in touch with but didn't...probably because i messed up somewhere along the way. i do piss people off quite often with my erm...slightly skewed beliefs and my very direct opinions and brutal honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a running bet going on and the odds on me to get married first is 1 to 10. there's even talk that there shouldn't be a dead line for me. the odds for me to get married period should be 1 to 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey...my dear friends...i'm truly happy for all of you. i'll be here whenever you need me. in the meantime....let's go out and celebrate!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-7348431119333449935?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7348431119333449935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/7348431119333449935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/02/will-you-marry-me.html' title='will you marry me?'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-4245093863704066241</id><published>2007-02-09T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T05:18:21.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>define irony</title><content type='html'>the malaysian police force is trying to promote some crime prevention campaign. go figure :P i guess that's all i can say if i don't want to be dragged to some remote island off the state of penang and dumped into a cell with no internet. oh...and the icing on the cake came yesterday when i found out that my company will be doing the designs for some of the campaign material. so in the spirit of being supportive i shall share some information that i found on the internet with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VISION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LEADING ENFORCEMENT&lt;br /&gt;AGENCY OF &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INTEGRITY, COMPETENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AND &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMMITTED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO WORK&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE COMMUNITY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;THE ROYAL MALAYSIA POLICE FORCE&lt;br /&gt;IS COMMITTED TO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SERVE AND PROTECT&lt;br /&gt;THE NATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AND TO WORK IN PARTNERSHIP&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE COMMUNITY IN THE&lt;br /&gt;MAINTENANCE OF LAW AND ORDER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-4245093863704066241?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4245093863704066241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/4245093863704066241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/02/define-irony.html' title='define irony'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-5385373613302499980</id><published>2007-01-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:02:54.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysia boleh....or so it seems</title><content type='html'>malaysia loses to singapore...but not without a fight. it was pretty much expected but i was hoping that the malaysian team would pleasantly surprise me with an upset. oh well...the penalty shoot out was pretty entertaining and filled with suspense. malaysia still boleh...they had their moments....just not the final one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-5385373613302499980?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5385373613302499980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/5385373613302499980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/01/malaysia-bolehor-so-it-seems.html' title='malaysia boleh....or so it seems'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-84254588840232500</id><published>2007-01-26T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T08:55:02.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in business</title><content type='html'>finally got a new router...previous one was struck by lightning. now i don't have to plant my ass at starbucks to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-84254588840232500?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/84254588840232500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/84254588840232500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-in-business.html' title='back in business'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-116906919590296592</id><published>2007-01-18T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T08:48:16.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've lost my pencils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3917/78/1600/116526/30092006087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3917/78/320/256522/30092006087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cute and innocent 7 year old half brother was the victim of "mean girls". apparently he was slapped by a girl 2 days in a row...and on the 3rd day...she took his pencils. *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GASP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* she left him pencil-less...THE HORROR! his first 2 weeks in primary school and he's already been terrorized....by a GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow my protective instincts just kicked in and i feel the need to drive hundreds of miles to penang to teach this bully a lesson. then again...he should learn to stand up for himself. maybe i should tell him the story about how i punched a girl on my first day of primary school because she kept kicking my chair. maybe that would give him some motivation...some moral support. i'm soooo not cut out to be a mother. i'll make a great big sister though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way...my four kids born out of wed lock (they have to be in order for me to use my own sur name) will be named...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- earth ling&lt;br /&gt;- half ling&lt;br /&gt;- foo ling&lt;br /&gt;- droo ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't think of anymore right now but i'm sure there's tonnes i can use. so to my future-out-of-wed-lock-unborn children....i'm so sorry...you will have a demented mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-116906919590296592?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/116906919590296592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/116906919590296592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-lost-my-pencils.html' title='i&apos;ve lost my pencils'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-116879859110289469</id><published>2007-01-15T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T02:16:31.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new year so far....</title><content type='html'>so 2 weeks into the new year and nothing much has changed on my end. i have been reading a whole lot more. salon.com is still as good as i remembered it. i've quit hsx.com....left with 2.8 million. it would've been more if indiana jones 4 just halted productions. i do feel unproductive...sorta like a bum. thinking of subscribing to a publication. off the edge...readers digest...time magazine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar nominees should be coming out soon. the new year is always a season for film and tv. 24 is set to premier today. the L word season 4 started last week. prison break is on a break and so is heroes but they'll be returning at the end of the month. not really a Lost fan so no real loss (no pun intended) that they're on hold till next month. the one i miss the most is Gilmore Girls. i've always loved the show. witty dialogue...twilight zone like town...fun characters. golden globes is on this week and its always a prelude to the oscars. you'll pretty much know who'll be nominated and who'll be walking home with that gold thing after the golden globes. i'm so disappointed that the prestige is not being recognized for anything. it is by far one of the best movies of this century....but that's just my opinion. ask anyone and they'll say that my taste in movies and music is a tad strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3917/78/320/401898/grow-a-hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3917/78/320/462846/DSC09072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is a random picture from sitiawan. this is the Ling ancestral home. its where my grandparents lived. not very tastefully designed but i guess for historical purposes its been left as is...with minor paint jobs being done occasionally. it's pretty surreal...to visit my hometown and learn about my grandparents and greatgrandparents and to see where they lived. i've never met them...i've only seen pictures. it was good that i had the opportunity to find out the story behind those pictures. but that was the only plus point about the reunion. i still don't like being judged based on the clothes i wear...my job...my interest and more importantly...my faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-116879859110289469?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/116879859110289469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/116879859110289469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-year-so-far.html' title='my new year so far....'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557345.post-116872270352180860</id><published>2007-01-14T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:32:25.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you lock my world</title><content type='html'>beckham earns more in one hour than many people do in a year. it's ridiculous. just staring at the back page of today's star newspaper was disturbing. USD250 million for 5 years doesn't sound that much. heck... Men In Black made 250 million in the box office. harry potter prisoner of azkhaban came close to 250 million USD. but wait...convert it to ringgit...its over 875 million. now break that down to 5 years and it's like 175 million a year....and 14 million a month...and 480k a day....and 20k an hour...330 a minute. ridiculous numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the spirit of new years...here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3917/78/1600/449964/brain%20location.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3917/78/320/824176/brain%20location.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"doh...hi...this is paris hilton...i need help...doh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then again. i'm still skeptical about Paris Hilton's supposed ignorance. maybe the smartest thing she's ever done is to pretend to be a dumb blonde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3917/78/1600/708114/coffeenfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3917/78/320/424881/coffeenfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wonder why anyone would buy that mug...unless you're a product of incest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3917/78/320/55082/mng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;this was in a local newspaper. OH THE HORROR!!!! are they in the business of hiring blind ploof leaders now? Malaysia -10 points. Ms.Jovovich won't be happy when she sees this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;to all you singaporeans who are breaking the law right now by performing oral sex....ROCK ON!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557345-116872270352180860?l=feefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/116872270352180860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557345/posts/default/116872270352180860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefs.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-lock-my-world.html' title='you lock my world'/><author><name>feefs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623585079774027968</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></entry></feed>
