<?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-776225235949382560</id><updated>2012-01-04T15:01:03.934+08:00</updated><category term='Random Ramblings'/><category term='Do do do your dirty words. Come out to play when you are heard'/><category term='make a show'/><category term='cause nobody has to know'/><category term='And she spoke words that would melt in your hands'/><category term='Take a picture'/><title type='text'>It's true, I'm probably making this up...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Skyien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15250679583988702465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/SR2xJt4i3tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9OGxKO9EpGg/S220/DSCF4986.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776225235949382560.post-3288880876911703435</id><published>2012-01-05T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:59:06.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And she spoke words that would melt in your hands'/><title type='text'>Born To Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Bag1gUxuU0g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Feet don't fail me now&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the finish line&lt;br /&gt;All my heart, it breaks every step that I take&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hoping that the gates,&lt;br /&gt;They'll tell me that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the city streets&lt;br /&gt;Is it by mistake or design?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you're mine&lt;br /&gt;It's like I told you honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me sad, don't make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Keep making me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Let's go get high&lt;br /&gt;The road is long, we carry on&lt;br /&gt;Try to have fun in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and take a walk on the wild side&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;You like your girls insane&lt;br /&gt;Choose your last words&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I, we were born to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost but now I am found&lt;br /&gt;I can see but once I was blind&lt;br /&gt;I was so confused as a little child&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take what I could get&lt;br /&gt;Scared that I couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;All the answers, honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lana Del Rey  - The Born To Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776225235949382560-3288880876911703435?l=skyien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/feeds/3288880876911703435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2012/01/born-to-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/3288880876911703435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/3288880876911703435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2012/01/born-to-die.html' title='Born To Die'/><author><name>Skyien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15250679583988702465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/SR2xJt4i3tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9OGxKO9EpGg/S220/DSCF4986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Bag1gUxuU0g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776225235949382560.post-837318499252775284</id><published>2012-01-04T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:38:08.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>huat huat ah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AswxscuplKs/TwPyyfvdh7I/AAAAAAAAA9s/ouhbOOODib8/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AswxscuplKs/TwPyyfvdh7I/AAAAAAAAA9s/ouhbOOODib8/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693661303254386610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year, I lost my wallet during The New year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This New Year, I've accidentally hurt myself. Don't ask me how I did or what happened. I have absolutely no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply woke up with a strain in my left neck which only got worst with each passing moment. Before I knew it, it was difficult to move. With each movement, it only brought more excruciating pain. By mid-day, I was bed ridden and refused to move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could sleep it off. But the next day, it was just as bad. To top it off, I could not get any sleep because it kept me awake throughout the night. &lt;br /&gt;I was in pain and totally exhausted from the strain. Eventually, I decided to pay the doctors a visit. After explaining my predicament, he decided to jab my hips. The strain in the neck was a lot better, but my hips were not. I asked if it was normal, doctor dearest said yes. It means that the medicine was in effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turn out to be a tiny discomfort in the hips caused my left leg to be temporarily 'paralyzed'. I asked the nurse, how long the pain would last, and she said that it could be ½ an hour or an hour or maybe even ½ a day. It varies from people to people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned out to be one of the lucky few who had the honor of being in pain for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally woke-up and I can walk again! But the strain in the neck is back. Shiok ah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HUAT AH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year is sure to be a HUAT HUAT New Year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Cheers to a New Year and another chance to get it right!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776225235949382560-837318499252775284?l=skyien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/feeds/837318499252775284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2012/01/huat-huat-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/837318499252775284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/837318499252775284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2012/01/huat-huat-ah.html' title='huat huat ah!'/><author><name>Skyien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15250679583988702465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/SR2xJt4i3tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9OGxKO9EpGg/S220/DSCF4986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AswxscuplKs/TwPyyfvdh7I/AAAAAAAAA9s/ouhbOOODib8/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776225235949382560.post-6357362062405197574</id><published>2012-01-03T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:39:13.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And she spoke words that would melt in your hands'/><title type='text'>Doing what is best for yourself.</title><content type='html'>Cheers to the new year and the chance to get things right this time around. &lt;br /&gt;My resolution for 2012 is self respect, self aware and self love. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing else should and will matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It’s true what they say that sometimes, no matter how much you like a person, they’re just not good for you. Sometimes, they just suck all the energy out of you; sometimes you have no more chances left to give them. Sometimes you care for this person more than any other friend you have in your life, and you want to be there for them. But sometimes you just need to walk away. Not because you stopped caring, or because they’re not important to you, or because you’ve given up on them. Sometimes you just need to do what is best for YOU. Even if it means doing something you don’t want to do—even if it means letting go"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776225235949382560-6357362062405197574?l=skyien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/feeds/6357362062405197574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2012/01/doing-what-is-best-for-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/6357362062405197574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/6357362062405197574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2012/01/doing-what-is-best-for-yourself.html' title='Doing what is best for yourself.'/><author><name>Skyien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15250679583988702465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/SR2xJt4i3tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9OGxKO9EpGg/S220/DSCF4986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776225235949382560.post-1697269218164764675</id><published>2012-01-02T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:31:48.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And she spoke words that would melt in your hands'/><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTU-zDWMLew/TwHM-mAl9zI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ZLyvlgKw3Gc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTU-zDWMLew/TwHM-mAl9zI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ZLyvlgKw3Gc/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693056779700008754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;I love that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the one you get when you take a deep breath and suddenly everything feels like it's going to be okay. When you're hopeless as can be, and life is going nowhere, there’s those moments we have every now and then where we just stop, and we get this feeling, that can't be described, but you just... you just feel like everything really is going to be okay. Like the world stopped spinning for a second, and everything was clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more of those moments.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776225235949382560-1697269218164764675?l=skyien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/feeds/1697269218164764675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-that-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/1697269218164764675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/1697269218164764675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-that-feeling.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Skyien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15250679583988702465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/SR2xJt4i3tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9OGxKO9EpGg/S220/DSCF4986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTU-zDWMLew/TwHM-mAl9zI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ZLyvlgKw3Gc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776225235949382560.post-3554975831351392384</id><published>2011-04-19T01:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:13:10.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>A demon's fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Random updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Feels like its been a while since I last went to a thai disco. (actually, I think it has been only 8 days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot step into "ladies bar" sober. It's very, VERY uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Within Temptation's new album entitled, "The Unforgiving" ROCKS MY MONKEY SOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mhBtc40yZ8k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels have faith&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a part of his sin&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get lost in his world&lt;br /&gt;I'm not playing this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the shadows remain in the light of day&lt;br /&gt;On the wings of darkness&lt;br /&gt;He'll retaliate&lt;br /&gt;He'll be falling from grace&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of all his days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the ashes of hate&lt;br /&gt;It's a cruel demon's fate&lt;br /&gt;On the wings of darkness&lt;br /&gt;He's returned to stay&lt;br /&gt;There will be no escape&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's fallen far from grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Within Temptation - Demon's Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776225235949382560-3554975831351392384?l=skyien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/feeds/3554975831351392384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2011/04/demons-fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/3554975831351392384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/3554975831351392384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2011/04/demons-fate.html' title='A demon&apos;s fate'/><author><name>Skyien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15250679583988702465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/SR2xJt4i3tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9OGxKO9EpGg/S220/DSCF4986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mhBtc40yZ8k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776225235949382560.post-1583748115651965011</id><published>2011-02-02T12:50:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:08:03.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make a show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause nobody has to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take a picture'/><title type='text'>Field trip of thai discos</title><content type='html'>What a strange but fun night it turned out to be last night. And yes Grace, I was on good behavior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was basically a field trip. First stop, Resort. Then we were off to Titanium. Finally, Nana. First stop, slightly high. Second stop, high. Last stop, HIGH. This is rather strange especially since I really did not drink that much. Last night, I simply had "no form". I should have known that I had it coming since I was already high even before drinking simply because I’m smoked to fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes was spent at resort to finish the balance. The balance took longer then expected to finish especially since there were 5 of us, and one of the Thai boy kept losing. No wonder every time we're there we always see him intoxicated, his luck is just plain awful. It's a wonder how he manages to sing on stage despite him being drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 3 of us left and headed for the next destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop, Titanium. Apparently I've been told that there is a Thai girl, Jenny, who looks like me. Tried looking for her the entire night (or at least the hour we were there), but could not find my Doppelgänger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is super crowded, 4720458 people were there. We were there to join Birthday Boy’s friends. Another 478 people were at the table. Best part, I only know one of them. A few others's I've probably seen around. A.w.k.w.a.r.d.n.e.s.s. But alcohol kicked in and we bonded over martel. It did help that all of us had the same mission, to make David drunk by the end of the night.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/TUjt9RVr03I/AAAAAAAAA84/o2IN_qOCksU/s1600/Nana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/TUjt9RVr03I/AAAAAAAAA84/o2IN_qOCksU/s200/Nana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568962576125776754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finished the bottle, and 481 (478 people + 3 of us) were of to the final pit stop, Nana. I don't remember much of it except, the boys opened another 3 bottles of martel. And all I could think of was, "Wa, siao eh." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo to the left was taken in my highly intoxicated state. Don't ask me what kind of face I am showing in this photo, I was really really REALLY HIGH by then. Obviously I was the only one, while Vivi was clearly sober. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, come to think about it, I think I was the only high one at the table. Some of them thought it was amusing. And at some point, I think I was doing strange things again, though I don't recall what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I just plain suck at drinking. (Shhh, don’t tell the rest that I'm actually admitting it) But I've come a long way from being wasted just by drinking ½ a can of beer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 4.30am, we left the place and headed for supper which was weird especially since I normally don’t eat after drinking. 6am, I was fast asleep and up again at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"If alcohol is queen, then tobacco is her consort."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776225235949382560-1583748115651965011?l=skyien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/feeds/1583748115651965011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2011/02/field-trip-of-thai-discos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/1583748115651965011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/1583748115651965011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2011/02/field-trip-of-thai-discos.html' title='Field trip of thai discos'/><author><name>Skyien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15250679583988702465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/SR2xJt4i3tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9OGxKO9EpGg/S220/DSCF4986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/TUjt9RVr03I/AAAAAAAAA84/o2IN_qOCksU/s72-c/Nana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776225235949382560.post-7974608660431797704</id><published>2011-02-01T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:07:13.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>HUAT AH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/TUjg8-gPxNI/AAAAAAAAA8w/mtWhVSMgRTA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/TUjg8-gPxNI/AAAAAAAAA8w/mtWhVSMgRTA/s200/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568948277418640594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HUAT AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, just a few days before Chinese New Year, I lost my wallet. Yes, it's the entire wallet. Curse the dishonest asshole. But on the bright side, I’ll be starting everything new this year. Who needs new clothes when I've got new wallet, ez-link card, posb card, credit card. This year, I'm sure to HUAT! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's reaction to this situation was rather encouraging as opposed to my mum and brother's reaction. In fact, I think few are abit perturbed by the fact that I'm strangely happy even after losing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends said, "Oh no, oh dear, you lost your wallet, poor you." Or something similar along those line. (Quite standard of a response la) My brother and mother said "YOU LOST THE GUCCI WALLET". After informing them that that was not the wallet I lost, their reaction, "pheww ok..." What is phew okay! What kind of response is that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi's statement still beats the rest, "Luckily you are not that efficient to change to the new wallet I gave you for your birthday". Right... still not the point guys. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. New wallet, maybe new found luck in money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Let's Celebrate the irony. &lt;br /&gt;Everything is going wrong, but we're so happy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776225235949382560-7974608660431797704?l=skyien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/feeds/7974608660431797704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2011/02/huat-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/7974608660431797704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/7974608660431797704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2011/02/huat-ah.html' title='HUAT AH.'/><author><name>Skyien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15250679583988702465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/SR2xJt4i3tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9OGxKO9EpGg/S220/DSCF4986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/TUjg8-gPxNI/AAAAAAAAA8w/mtWhVSMgRTA/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776225235949382560.post-5712207462423658300</id><published>2011-01-14T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:05:04.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And she spoke words that would melt in your hands'/><title type='text'>Jolene</title><content type='html'>I'm changing my name to Jolene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FzrTIGJkdw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FzrTIGJkdw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair&lt;br /&gt;With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is like a breath of spring, your voice is soft like summer rain&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot compete with you, Jolene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks about you in his sleep and there's nothing I can do to keep&lt;br /&gt;From crying when he calls your name, Jolene&lt;br /&gt;But I can easily understand how you could easily take my man&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging of you, please don't take my man&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take him just because you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have your choice of men but I could never love again&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one for me, Jolene&lt;br /&gt;I had to have this talk with you, my happiness depends on you&lt;br /&gt;And whatever you decide to do, Jolene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dolly Parton - Jolene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776225235949382560-5712207462423658300?l=skyien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/feeds/5712207462423658300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2011/01/jolene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/5712207462423658300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/5712207462423658300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2011/01/jolene.html' title='Jolene'/><author><name>Skyien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15250679583988702465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/SR2xJt4i3tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9OGxKO9EpGg/S220/DSCF4986.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776225235949382560.post-6561600291989178890</id><published>2011-01-09T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:06:28.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do do do your dirty words. Come out to play when you are heard'/><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/TSnBXL31DHI/AAAAAAAAA8k/2sYZY_qFknk/s1600/Home%2BClub%2Bon%2BNYE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/TSnBXL31DHI/AAAAAAAAA8k/2sYZY_qFknk/s400/Home%2BClub%2Bon%2BNYE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560187819033693298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to a New Year and another chance for us to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;Let's grab onto our happy socks, hold onto our hearts and survive the next &lt;strike&gt;365 days &lt;/strike&gt;  356 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776225235949382560-6561600291989178890?l=skyien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/feeds/6561600291989178890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/6561600291989178890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776225235949382560/posts/default/6561600291989178890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skyien.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>Skyien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15250679583988702465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/SR2xJt4i3tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9OGxKO9EpGg/S220/DSCF4986.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEbCfCRGg0c/TSnBXL31DHI/AAAAAAAAA8k/2sYZY_qFknk/s72-c/Home%2BClub%2Bon%2BNYE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
