<?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-6400600395773101570</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:34:44.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaging you inside my mind...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-3323846963457916364</id><published>2009-07-13T20:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:45:24.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;B2B (Back to Blogging)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well B2B in the business world would mean Business to Business. Anyway, I really need to apologise to you readers out there as I have not updated my blog in centuries. Well first of all, I was kinda busy. Secondly, I did decide to blog about two weeks ago? More or less, and blogger just didn't allow me to upload any photos I posted. Well, thanks Blogger for fixing that issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright since there are loads of entries to be entered in one entry, I shall be placing tracks before every single post so that it would fit the mood for you guys out there. So before you start to read the next topic, press play(: Sorry I do not have much photos, I lost all my photos, you would understand why later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDc2NzA3Mzk*MjgmcHQ9MTI*NzY3MDc*ODAzOSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWU3YTgxYWFhY2M1MjRlODBhZjE*ZDUxMmNiNjBmMTkz.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=25365609&amp;path=2009/07/15&amp;mycolor=C9BE8B&amp;mycolor2=91813A&amp;mycolor3=8C3426&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=219&amp;oh=35"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/25365609" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to sum up all of my happenings in the past 4 weeks? I guess? Need to break it down into sections this one. Let's start off light with movie reviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Reviews &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Slso3BCEeGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qupAsxdP_Lc/s1600-h/transformers_revenge_of_the_fallen13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Slso3BCEeGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qupAsxdP_Lc/s320/transformers_revenge_of_the_fallen13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357921107322370146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Well definitely a 10 for the extremly hardcore graphics in it. The transformation and all, the CG is totally better than the last one. The action-packed 2 1/2 hour movie never led my eyes off the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, few bad pointers I would like to flag. First of all, there were many loop holes. What actually happened to the Motorcycle Autobots? What happened to the Twins after their fight with Devastator? Did they survive? It didn't show at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part where Sam "died" and went to meet the Primes to obtain the true Matrix part? That part was rather gay. Corny and cheesy, but I'm fine with that, just concentrating on the thrilling shooting and fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third point, I think Megan Fox is overrated? She was already super hot in the first movie, do they really need to do edits to her features? Don't think so. Now she looks a bit fake, but who cares anyway. Megan Fox is still Megan Fox! She's the BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this review, I want to add a comment. Seriously? Singaporean critics can go and die. half star out of five? One star? You got to be kidding me. Readers who are reading this? Trust your friends, not dumb shit critics who seriously don't know what their talking about. Well my point was proven that no one actually cares about the critics in Singapore when you can see that the movie helms the number one spot in the box office for both USA and Singapore. Take that suckers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/5 Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDc2NzEwNTE1MDMmcHQ9MTI*NzY3MTA2Mjc2NCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWU3YTgxYWFhY2M1MjRlODBhZjE*ZDUxMmNiNjBmMTkz.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=25365837&amp;path=2009/07/15&amp;mycolor=A88519&amp;mycolor2=EBD5B2&amp;mycolor3=3B3912&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=219&amp;oh=35"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/25365837" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sl3wPBsGxyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XYQqsl1RDy0/s1600-h/high-five-0808-lg-76258126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sl3wPBsGxyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XYQqsl1RDy0/s320/high-five-0808-lg-76258126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358703272582891298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about the next thing. Apparently I've evolved from boy in the leather jacket to 5/5 guy. I went to the Gala Premiere for Transformers with J. After the movie had ended, some people with cameras and boom mic came towards me. Being a CMM student, you guys who are studyin mass comm knows what's coming at you already. They scripted this line out for me, "I would give it 5/5". Thus, began my 2 seconds of fame~ Although the advert has been out for more than a month now, I only got to catch it like once or twice, but now I got it taped down! muahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the office, I'm called 5/5 guy~. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDc2NzExODg1ODUmcHQ9MTI*NzY3MTE5NDU*NCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWU3YTgxYWFhY2M1MjRlODBhZjE*ZDUxMmNiNjBmMTkz.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=25365932&amp;path=2009/07/15&amp;mycolor=881640&amp;mycolor2=C7124B&amp;mycolor3=F72545&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=219&amp;oh=35"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/25365932" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sl3wZNOe2WI/AAAAAAAAAY8/mTF0-Cq1w2Y/s1600-h/Eyes_slide_show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sl3wZNOe2WI/AAAAAAAAAY8/mTF0-Cq1w2Y/s320/Eyes_slide_show.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358703447478557026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, while I'm thinking about what things have happened over the past millenia, I shall talk about my day before yesterday~ As usual monday blues will always hit the working people very hard. I woke up with bloodshot eyes, and hair like a lion. My hair which I dye from a rather goldish colour to dark mahogany brown has start to fade. Now what colour is it? Rather reddish. I tell you I give up~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the usual morning routine (Bathe, brush, eat, go) and ended up at work rather early compared to my usual timing. My mood today was rather moodless and I felt highly lethargic and restless. And so the hours passed, and my day finally ended, seriously if you are thinking, "What the hell? and that's your day?!" Yup that was my day at work for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things start to get rather exciting on the way back from work. I was at the bus stop waiting for the 969 when I saw this...this...how should I describe him...I can't call him retarded because he isn't...Oh alright I shall just call him an acting cool guy. There he was, with his headphones on, clapping and grooving along to the beat that was projecting into those ears of his. I'm like thinking, "dude, you're at a bus stop~~" Well apparently, my guesses were that he was trying to impress the girl sitting quite near him.....I really don't think it work. The girl was irritated and she decided to stand in the end. Anyway, he looked at me, I shook my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up the bus, there it was right in front of me, a seat. I was walking to it, because I didn't see any old ladies standing. All of a sudden, in an instant, a JC kid dashed out from the crowd, dashed for the seat and sat down. I'm like WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, it's cool, can't be bothered with these smart people. Sometimes I wonder, these people are too smart that they are so dumb. Ask them a super difficult math question they will know how to go about answering it with the proper steps and all. IQ high, EQ extremly degradingly low! haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's kinda of lucky to not have taken that seat, for I was standing beside a beautiful being. We glanced at each other, a peak at a time, a smile on our faces. And the last thing is? Don't ask for her number! I'm afraid that the perfect image would be spoilt. I guessed she figured that out too. We looked at each other, a smile, and both of us went our seperate ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDc2NzE*MzUyNDImcHQ9MTI*NzY3MTQzOTE2MiZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWU3YTgxYWFhY2M1MjRlODBhZjE*ZDUxMmNiNjBmMTkz.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=25366099&amp;path=2009/07/15&amp;mycolor=A70707&amp;mycolor2=AC361C&amp;mycolor3=D13505&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=219&amp;oh=35"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/25366099" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sl3wkEH-aqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/xFxDThrQ3Qw/s1600-h/iphone-crashed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sl3wkEH-aqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/xFxDThrQ3Qw/s320/iphone-crashed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358703634013907618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that the day before went well, you can't possibly have a good next day now can you? Not everyday is Sunday. Well as the clock was about to strike twelve to signal a new day, my itchy hands decided to upgrade my iPhone to the new 3.0! Tell yu what guys, BAD MOVE~~~~ Well apparently, I knew my iPhone could not be backed up for some reason. So I was hoping in vain when I reset my phone. My SMSes were gone, the Photos were gone, the Calendar Dates were gone.... Thank God I saved my contacts in my lappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent another 2 hours hacking and installing the apps into the new 3.0. Woke up like a zombie, worked like a zombie, and then I went out to meet J, met up with Khai at the Singtel shop by fate, and yeah I went out with J. Had fun, she bought me the long awaited bubble tea and yeah we chilled at the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home... K.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDc2NzE3MTc3MjImcHQ9MTI*NzY3MTcyNDY3OSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWU3YTgxYWFhY2M1MjRlODBhZjE*ZDUxMmNiNjBmMTkz.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=25366317&amp;path=2009/07/15&amp;mycolor=4A293C&amp;mycolor2=21141D&amp;mycolor3=030C0D&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=219&amp;oh=35"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/25366317" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sl3wupqLNaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gH-17bnApE4/s1600-h/track_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sl3wupqLNaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gH-17bnApE4/s320/track_splash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358703815888156066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, I had the run of my life. Imagine this. You have not done your 2.4km run in quite awhile...ok let's face it... A BLOODY LONG TIME~ and you magically decided to have your run to see how fast you could complete your 2.4. You arrived at the park, approximately let's see...500m a round? You aim for 5 1/2 rounds. You swung your arms around twice, breathe in, and without doing any warm ups, hit the 'start' on the clock and ran your ass off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed the 5 1/2 rounds in 11 minutes. I used to do it at 10 flat. My head was light and cold, my legs were weak as it felt like they were twigs. My vision blurred. I was on the verge of fainting! YES! You know in my entire life, I've always wanted to faint? Because I've never known how it feels like to black out and hit the ground. Guess what, I did'nt faint.... No matter how drowsy I was, I did not black out. SHIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that is probably enough for you guys to be entertained for about a week? Here are some cool and funny Youtube Videos and I hope it would brighten your day. And also, in memory of the late King of Pop, I'm going to put up some videos up. RIP MJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jizz in my Pants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kid Dancing Low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqBTMNRktBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/xqBTMNRktBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny Fails&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0W0pv8hnQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/a0W0pv8hnQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Emperor gets a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aKWVCv8uWDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/aKWVCv8uWDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson - Smooth Criminal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b7cy-3f3sc8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/b7cy-3f3sc8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson - Earth Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E4Hcd60VoRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/E4Hcd60VoRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-3323846963457916364?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3323846963457916364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/b2b-back-to-blogging-well-b2b-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/3323846963457916364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/3323846963457916364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/b2b-back-to-blogging-well-b2b-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Slso3BCEeGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qupAsxdP_Lc/s72-c/transformers_revenge_of_the_fallen13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-6647072164364258403</id><published>2009-06-21T19:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:46:12.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An eerie laugh and a glaring gaze</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDc2NzI3NDc5NDYmcHQ9MTI*NzY3Mjc1MjEyMSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWU3YTgxYWFhY2M1MjRlODBhZjE*ZDUxMmNiNjBmMTkz.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" height="185" width="300" style="width:300px;height:185px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=23909273&amp;path=2009/06/21&amp;mycolor=A866AA&amp;mycolor2=B94488&amp;mycolor3=CA2266&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=300&amp;oh=185"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/23909273" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/23909273" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An eerie Laugh and a glaring Gaze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I actually explain why I decided to call this blogpost "An eerie laugh and a glaring gaze", to the movie reviews we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drag me to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sj5DYko1fwI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DB8BfSw-wR8/s1600-h/Drag-Me-To-Hell-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sj5DYko1fwI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DB8BfSw-wR8/s320/Drag-Me-To-Hell-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349787496793603842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: 5.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Now is this supposed to be a horror or comedic movie? Well to me it was rather funny. It was shocking but not horrific, it was more to disgusting I guess. Parts where vomitting out maggots and worms aren't really the things that make people go "AH~" but more like "*Puke*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot was predictable, the moments where the shocking parts appear were also predictable, a movie worth wasting your bored time on, downloading this movie is highly recommended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Land of the Lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sj4b8uLOj3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/bGhMPLGqh0M/s1600-h/land_of_the_lost02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sj4b8uLOj3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/bGhMPLGqh0M/s320/land_of_the_lost02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349744137363951474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Now, if you're a person who loves to watch stupid, nonsensical, idiotic kind of movies to have a good laugh, then you should go and catch this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having parts which are so idiotic you just have to laugh, movies wit Will Farell in them never fail to bring a good laugh to you. A movie worth paying for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now moving on to life so far. I don't know why I've been feeling lethargic and restless these few days. Work is fine so far, although i don't get much time at home, or hanging around with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just cut the crap shall we? Now the reason why I called today's blog post "An eerie laugh and a glarng gaze" was because of the incident that happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;Yang, Sufi, and me just finished watching Land of the Lost, thus we decided to walk back home from E!Hub to Tampines. We decided to take the route from White Sands Shopping mall across the TPE to Tampines Interchange. Now somewhere in the middle is this long, narrow, shaded road after the flyover and before Sunplaza Park. We were laughing and talking until I accidentally tripped over a "Rock". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minor thing right? Well as we walked along, I kept on having the feeing that things were not right. It did not feel like a rock. Paranoia and curiousity got the best of me. I decided to turn around and check what I kicked over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, wait, I wanna go behind and check what I tripped over" The two decided to follow me. I turned around, they were still following me, I felt less tensed thus I carried along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking out my phone and shining to the ground as I really could not see as the tall bushes were coverin out the tall lights on the street, I realised that there was nothing "trippable" for me to trip over. All were just grass. Then it came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold chill down my spine, something was glaring at me from the forestation nearby. I turned around, Sufi and Yang were so far away, and by the way, they were not walking in my direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was not right, I turned around, I walked slowly. That slow walking paced as I felt that it was coming nearer. I ran. Keeping my mind of stuff, I kept thinking that I was just being paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Sufi and Yang were silent, they did not utter a word fo a moment. I asked them what's wrong, they told me that they would tell me when we reached MacDonalds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Yang and Sufi turned to follow me, both of them heard the most playful, sinister giggle from the forestation. The streets were silent, at that moment, everything was silent...except that laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turned and walked away, only to leave me stranded by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never.. ever going to walk by that path again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story's over, now let's see... oh yes! My hair is back in colour(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sj5ASRznEMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_6F_1T4SyhA/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sj5ASRznEMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_6F_1T4SyhA/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349784090124423362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just in, My phone bill for the month...$92~~~T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-6647072164364258403?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6647072164364258403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/eerie-laugh-and-glaring-gaze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6647072164364258403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6647072164364258403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/eerie-laugh-and-glaring-gaze.html' title='An eerie laugh and a glaring gaze'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sj5DYko1fwI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DB8BfSw-wR8/s72-c/Drag-Me-To-Hell-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-297055666639305055</id><published>2009-06-17T13:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:26:52.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDU1OTQzODUzNTEmcHQ9MTI*NTU5NDM5NTU4OCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTQ*Yjk4MTMwNzM*ZjRiNjg5N2E3NDQ4YTIwMWY*ODll.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" height="185" width="300" style="width:300px;height:185px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=23672414&amp;path=2009/06/17&amp;mycolor=EDDDC7&amp;mycolor2=E35A05&amp;mycolor3=F56D18&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=300&amp;oh=185"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/23672414" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/23672414" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD HAIR DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SjiIYu9oDUI/AAAAAAAAAXU/T5peXCRbZts/s1600-h/IMG_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SjiIYu9oDUI/AAAAAAAAAXU/T5peXCRbZts/s320/IMG_0144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348174516007210306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you guys out there you really thinks that waking up in the morning and you couldn't get the hair style you wanted or your hair does not seem to fall in place is a bad hair day? Think again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life hasn't been going well, I'm still sick. T.T and now on top of being sick, it just got sicker. Let me introduce you to the MAT REP (Malay ah Beng)hair colour 2009. Ok wait, allow me to show me BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sjh712EgeEI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-6Lyq7LOnQE/s1600-h/IMG_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sjh712EgeEI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-6Lyq7LOnQE/s320/IMG_0142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348160722480166978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After (Disaster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sjh8q6mWvaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/P3KfI3JfQ_4/s1600-h/IMG_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sjh8q6mWvaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/P3KfI3JfQ_4/s320/IMG_0157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348161634228944290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the Mat Rep 2009. Totally weird, awkward and shocking right? haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright, when all is down, I'm looking forward to Kiss and Tell this Thursday, Transformers 2 sneak preview next Friday, Tuition Pay today, Dye my hair back on Thursday, always look on the bright side of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta get back to work now, supervisor scolded me....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Bosss!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-297055666639305055?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/297055666639305055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/hair-colour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/297055666639305055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/297055666639305055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/hair-colour.html' title='hair colour'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SjiIYu9oDUI/AAAAAAAAAXU/T5peXCRbZts/s72-c/IMG_0144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-5724715924136938242</id><published>2009-06-11T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:03:48.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough, Colds and Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cough, Colds and Fever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDUyMTg1OTk2OTUmcHQ9MTI*NTIxODYwMjIxMCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" height="185" width="300" style="width:300px;height:185px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=23354934&amp;path=2009/06/11&amp;mycolor=0D4F0F&amp;mycolor2=594D01&amp;mycolor3=FAEB1E&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=300&amp;oh=185"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/23354934" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/23354934" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SjEZaRSXZbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RvUdlYIa2xw/s1600-h/colorful-pills-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SjEZaRSXZbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RvUdlYIa2xw/s320/colorful-pills-01.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346082171773216178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 is all over the place now, and what a good time to have a cold than now. Yes people, the reason why I have the time to blog is because I'm having a bad fever and flu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began when I had this little irritating sore throat. I thought it wasn't much of a big deal because I have been eating spicy and heaty dishes over the days, well guess what? That idiotic sore throat became a running nose wich later evolved into a flu then came the final fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now being at the polyclinic with a fever is totally not a good thing. The moment you have made your way pass the thing called the "Fever-detector", they immediatedly man-handle you like a criminal and escort you to the place called the "Fever Floor", literally. Fever Floor, if one day I open up a club, I will call one of the sections Fever Floor. Where everyone just goes crazy to the best R&amp;B club tracks. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes I got an irritating doctor. Figured he is around 60? Kept on complaining about how sucky the yonger generation is, bla bla bla, da di da di da~ Now, just to obtain the thing called the MC (Medical Certificate), I just had to shut up while I endure his painstaking 10 minutes lecture on How Sucky the New Generation Singaporeans is today. Spare me your lectures, you should do something fun and adventurous since your time is running up compared to mine, although I might die tomorrow but technically, it's the doc who's gonna kick the bucket first. Sorry Doc, my bad~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super lazy to upload photos into this post, shall do them next time, ciao~ *AH CHOO~ SWINE FLU~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-5724715924136938242?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5724715924136938242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/cough-colds-and-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/5724715924136938242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/5724715924136938242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/cough-colds-and-fever.html' title='Cough, Colds and Fever'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SjEZaRSXZbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RvUdlYIa2xw/s72-c/colorful-pills-01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-2782144339203656724</id><published>2009-06-03T09:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:51:27.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQ3MzE4NzA*MjcmcHQ9MTI*NDczMTg3NjMyOSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWFjYTE3M2Q4NjdiODQ5NjRhYTc4ZDM2NWVlYTdiMDU3.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" height="185" width="300" style="width:300px;height:185px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=22942528&amp;path=2009/06/03&amp;mycolor=850909&amp;mycolor2=030A26&amp;mycolor3=0F0F0F&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=300&amp;oh=185"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/22942528" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/22942528" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog at Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people, I'm so so sorry I have not been updating my blog over the past week. It was supposed to be a weekly kinda thing though... apparently not. I really have no time. If only I was super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm using what precious free time I have to sacrifice and updating you about this possimpoble (Possible impossible) life of mine. Awww... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get on with MOVIE RATINGS first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Ratings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SiXaE65kA5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/O2iQBOOLp8k/s1600-h/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SiXaE65kA5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/O2iQBOOLp8k/s320/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342916311009985426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night and the Museum 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: A totally Hilarious movie. You are sure to laugh your guts out. I don't know why but I assume it's an intelligent movie because when I was watching the movie, I could not understand why some people just had this expression on their faces like "What the hell is going on??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather good usage of graphics and sound and cinematography to enhance the mood of the whole plot although I find that the plot is rather cramped trying to put loads of characters into the movie. Well they do put loads of correct historical information about the characters. Which is educationally fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this movie is deserving enough for you to spend on watching it on the big screen(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SiXZxcFGMSI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TsfUks4KfQ4/s1600-h/angels_and_demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SiXZxcFGMSI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TsfUks4KfQ4/s320/angels_and_demons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342915976319349026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Alright, I'm going to say this from a non reader's POV (Point of View). I find that the plot was rather interesting though. Very complex very sinister very gruesome but awesome! Lots of suspense and a super twist at the very end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen and Terminator Salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SiXh23wVlTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0CMxR7IFvNU/s1600-h/transformers-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SiXh23wVlTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0CMxR7IFvNU/s320/transformers-2-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342924865740838194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just in: V and A just offered me Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen Tickets! woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright let's continue with my life now. The week has been rather stressfully fruitful, ironic. Work's starting to slack down now, but beginning to reap what I sown. I got to lead a discussion yesterday, my big presentation has been pushed backwards because I have not sat down with my boss to totally discuss issues pertaining to the presentation, which is good because I have more time to refine and work on it. Other than work, I spent the whole week catching up with friends and meeting new friends and going out on movies with P and J. Catching up with old friends really make you feel that life does not suck at all because you will always have them by your side. BFFs indeed! Going out with new people also expands your social network. Going on movie outings really makes you feel happy. So it's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at lunch that day and it was "Fruits Day" at the cafeteria. And I spotted my friend. Shea's name was on the box. Hmmm~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SidV82oDe2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/bW1Wm3Tu-ao/s1600-h/IMG_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SidV82oDe2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/bW1Wm3Tu-ao/s320/IMG_0124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343333986842409826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our dearly beloved Khai is entering the Nirvana called "Changi General Hospital" today. Although we joke about orges, terminator arms and wolverine claws, I still do pray that his operation goes successfully and no screw ups will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SidBasthwRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/G0WDlDmOlf4/s1600-h/definitely_maybe_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SidBasthwRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/G0WDlDmOlf4/s320/definitely_maybe_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343311409832902930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Definitely, Maybe again for the I lost count number of times, still one of my favourite movies ever, because it kinda links to my life, feeling of attachment towards that movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just in. 11.25am and I'm stucked at this meeting which id making me totally drowsy. ZzzZzzZzz......&lt;br /&gt;THIS JUST IN: My slack life now is NO MORE! Now I know the true meaning of "IN A BLINK OF AN EYE" I excused myself to the washroom and when I came back, I had to edit an excel spreadsheet of about 800 rows! Can you believe that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people, now you can understand why I don't really have a life, get back to blogging in awhile....I shall save this post first, yet to find a nice song which suits the mood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 hours later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm back people! I've decided that this will be a 2 day long blog post. &lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm in the office now and I just completed that shit load of work that was given yesterday, can't say what because I will violate contract rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to visit Khai at the hospital with Adi yesterday after giving tuition to Jacob. Wishing and praying that his operation would go succuessfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some weird girl, I mean totally weird girl added me up on msn like I don't know when, are starting asking me stuff like "who are you? from where? bla bla bla bla" I wasn't really paying attention. She even dropped her number in the convo. Weird. When she called me, she started swearing malay vulgarities (which is a total turn off for me) and so I really couldn't be bothered much. Then she went on like "I think I'm going to talk to the wall better." What do you want me to say? "ER~~~ OK?" Weird at it's best. Oh, for those who are using iPhones out there, please download iBlacklist. It's a good app when you face situations like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let the pictures tell more bout my day. kinda busy now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SidUelRNZmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BFw-EbKnx0o/s1600-h/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SidUelRNZmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BFw-EbKnx0o/s320/IMG_0130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343332367275484770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The troubles of entering hosiptals nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SidWI2gQVfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_2Z1QZ4aycw/s1600-h/IMG_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SidWI2gQVfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_2Z1QZ4aycw/s320/IMG_0134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343334192968127986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men discussing politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SidWTBQczpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gyOZOv3ZEH0/s1600-h/IMG_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SidWTBQczpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gyOZOv3ZEH0/s320/IMG_0137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343334367653318290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an inside joke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-2782144339203656724?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2782144339203656724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/2782144339203656724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/2782144339203656724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-at-work.html' title='Blog at Work'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SiXaE65kA5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/O2iQBOOLp8k/s72-c/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-6505300864113247262</id><published>2009-05-27T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:27:07.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLAM DELL!</title><content type='html'>SLAM Dell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sh1ZQ1pDRRI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MUllZ8J-5SI/s1600-h/dell_fire_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sh1ZQ1pDRRI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MUllZ8J-5SI/s320/dell_fire_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340522878943315218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there will no new songs added to my blog. To those who are reading this post, give yourselves one minute of silence, in memory of my Logitech Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One Minute Later...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short speech for my mouse. It was a rather unlucky day for me. I was held back at work for about an hour, and realised I once again, had a whole SHITE load of work to do. Thus, I decided to bring company's dell hell laptop back home to do my work. I carried the extremly heavy mother fucker back home only to realise that I did not bring my foolscap paper back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of truth, I took out my own beloved mouse and inserted her into that Demon. Along came a message from Satan saying "Opps! I'm sorry I think I've fried your mouse! My bad~~" What the FUCK! I just inserted my baby to the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did it fry my babe, it electrocuted my left leg. Seriously, DELL Laptops totall SUCK to the freaking core! I have only been using the laptop for 2 months, and Satan comes along and says, "Sorry, your battery needs to be replaced?!" What kind of a loser battery is that! If only I can rip you apart Satanic Dell, I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be in the good hands at the recycling center for definitely Mouse, You shall be reincarnated for a better purpose. She has served me well(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*teardrop rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-6505300864113247262?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6505300864113247262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/slam-dell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6505300864113247262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6505300864113247262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/slam-dell.html' title='SLAM DELL!'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sh1ZQ1pDRRI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MUllZ8J-5SI/s72-c/dell_fire_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-3634390495675715707</id><published>2009-05-24T00:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:12:38.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the small things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;All the Small Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQwOTIzMjMyOTEmcHQ9MTI*NDA5MjMzMzY1MSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTdiZmM4YjNlNzk4NDQxNzE5MjhmOGEzZDQ*ZDZhNDU1.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" height="185" width="300" style="width:300px;height:185px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=22370316&amp;path=2009/05/23&amp;mycolor=282832&amp;mycolor2=77181E&amp;mycolor3=A92727&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=300&amp;oh=185"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/22370316" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/22370316" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all the small things really, really make a girl like you? I don't know. Was sitting down with C for lunch, and then she told me, "You do know that girls would like you just by purely doin small actions which would make her feel loved?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An action like offering a jacket when she's cold, giving a girl morning call, bits of small little actions could make a girl like you, that I didn't know about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been quite awesome recently, managed to create an acoustic version of All the Small Things &amp; Dammit by Blink 182. Really just cannot wait for their next album to come out. The only album I would buy, would be favourite band Blink 182. Following Mark Hoppus on Twitter btw! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week has been awesome because I'm beginning to get the hang of work. All you need is time management seriously. If you have time management, work can be managed and you wouldn't feel so stressed bout it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really believed in horoscopes, I find it totally bullshit. Until this week. But I'm still banging on the fact that horoscope predictions are just pure coincidences and luck. This week, I tend to show my best side of me, I met a new friend, P's a really awesome person, and I find that throughout the week, Friday was my best day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made things clear with an acquintance and made that long and draggy and regretful episode of my life totally end that night with a simple goodnight and goodbye. I had an awesome day at work although I was really quite tired. Met up with Khai, Saber, Fard, Sufi, Denyse for dinner although it was only for awhile because I had to rush, sorry guys. I met up with P and Steve and we had a humid day at Pasir Ris Park. Serenaded on the guitar the night long, then when over to S's house and then we chilled there for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still got to see Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShgvD4s6qBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vzIXqb9WWVs/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShgvD4s6qBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vzIXqb9WWVs/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339069102054615058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Request from Sufi, to upload the pics we took at the bar that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShgtgLCbzBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HZrr4k-zrZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShgtgLCbzBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HZrr4k-zrZ8/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339067388989787154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShguO2mc6rI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fL3g63JUzrc/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShguO2mc6rI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fL3g63JUzrc/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339068190957562546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShgueU6dy_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/PaB4sYBKrIo/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShgueU6dy_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/PaB4sYBKrIo/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339068456792607730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-3634390495675715707?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3634390495675715707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-small-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/3634390495675715707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/3634390495675715707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-small-things.html' title='All the small things'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShgvD4s6qBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vzIXqb9WWVs/s72-c/IMG_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-722755577768690653</id><published>2009-05-18T23:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:18:23.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sorry For the Long no update shit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDMwOTkwODc5NzkmcHQ9MTI*MzA5OTA5MDc2MSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWRkYzc3ZjI2ZWU4MDQ3NTA5NmRhZTMyMTRmZTI5MmRh.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" height="185" width="300" style="width:300px;height:185px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=22133111&amp;path=2009/05/18&amp;mycolor=000000&amp;mycolor2=2E2E2E&amp;mycolor3=ADADAD&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=95&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=300&amp;oh=185"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/22133111" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/22133111" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGA3y0HODI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4Znx4h9cKHE/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGA3y0HODI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4Znx4h9cKHE/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337188729432258610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Evening fellow readers, I know it's kinda late and I really apologise for the one week late update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been super tiring so far, work has caused the dreaded EYE BAGS! Decided to wake up rather later than usual timing to go catch up on some sleep. My entire week has been work, a rather 6 days non stop action kinda thing? Monday to Friday Ang Mo Kio + Norweigian Ambassador's house, Sunday also Norweigian Ambassador's house, Saturday was the only "I did not get any rest anyway" day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whiteboard at work has had new additions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGEVPuNpbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WYYIDiDHRTw/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGEVPuNpbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WYYIDiDHRTw/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337192533943231922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce to youguys my good friend "good for nothing PAO" My first creation of PAOs created from tiredness and boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGEoi9kvLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8pE10zvg6zc/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGEoi9kvLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8pE10zvg6zc/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337192865525447858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have the "DA BEN PAO (Big Stupid Pao)" Created from my friend sitting right behind me? Nicole Ow Yeong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we have had a new addition to the Wall of paos, the "chao mei lee pao (super pretty pao)" also known as "Step yi ge chao mei lee pao (act like super pretty pao)" created from the woman sitting two rows down of me, Clara tan. No photos for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff on the wall of to-dos are getting lesser, need more stuff to do to keep me awake at work. But contradicting myself, I don't want to do any. Anyway, presentation's in a weeks time, and I'm so dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work at the Noweigian Ambassador's house ended and we were back to the restaurant, heading up to the bar above, which is really nice and cozy, you guys should visit Miettas at Arab st someday. Nice chilled out and relaxed bar, making it Film Noir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGGY9KwWHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/QYznl0Qnb3g/s1600-h/IMG_0093+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGGY9KwWHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/QYznl0Qnb3g/s320/IMG_0093+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337194796705405042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's about it already, continue with the life of my work life, not my life, some other time, peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGH4YHjQyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1kjhUEl0HT0/s1600-h/IMG_0104copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGH4YHjQyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1kjhUEl0HT0/s320/IMG_0104copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337196436027294498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-722755577768690653?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/722755577768690653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/722755577768690653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/722755577768690653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/ShGA3y0HODI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4Znx4h9cKHE/s72-c/IMG_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-6066013474476264488</id><published>2009-05-10T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:13:38.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDI2NjMxODc*MTEmcHQ9MTI*MjY2MzE5NTAxOSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTI2ODYyYmU5ODQ2NTRmYjBiYmVmMjIzODNhMDU1MmRk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" height="185" width="300" style="width:300px;height:185px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=21756741&amp;path=2009/05/10&amp;mycolor=030C0D&amp;mycolor2=263738&amp;mycolor3=1D1E1F&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=95&amp;pat=18&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=300&amp;oh=185"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/21756741" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/21756741" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sgb20cQbslI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jcxeMghOFNY/s1600-h/TheWeekendsHere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sgb20cQbslI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jcxeMghOFNY/s320/TheWeekendsHere.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334222189465678418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long Weekends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekends are seriously the bomb. The third one I had since internship. Christ Day, Labour Day, and Vesak Day! Woo! This kind of weekends should seriously be spread out over my internship seriously. My June will be torture because there will be no holidays at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Mum's day was today and I bought my mum a Perlini Silver's necklace. Yes I know it is nothing much but hey, the sincerity counts! Perfume business is also going smoothly so far, I got to email the customers tomorrow regarding the prices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things have been happening this eventful long weekend but I really do not want to share them with everyone, so sorry people!&gt;&lt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter followers are also growing, so do follow me if you want quick updates bout the life of me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, life is stll awesome, tommorow everything will get rather tensed, I do not want to stay at home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few pics at Muttaqin with Yang and Haq at Friday Prayers. Note: Never buy lunch from the KFC beside Muttaqin, the queue is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sgb4wNvBg3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/XNuYp0TIw3A/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sgb4wNvBg3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/XNuYp0TIw3A/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334224315871232882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sgb5E9UqA0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vGtS7O3E-I4/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sgb5E9UqA0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vGtS7O3E-I4/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334224672242926402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sgb5PV6wCJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/9CiR-jUrJdY/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sgb5PV6wCJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/9CiR-jUrJdY/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334224850643847314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-6066013474476264488?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6066013474476264488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6066013474476264488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6066013474476264488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sgb20cQbslI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jcxeMghOFNY/s72-c/TheWeekendsHere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-1546760113906014323</id><published>2009-05-07T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:58:19.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So in your eyes was that burning fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgLt7daA38I/AAAAAAAAAT4/StZnPpETBAo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgLt7daA38I/AAAAAAAAAT4/StZnPpETBAo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333086514521890754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw that weakness inside your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know people are viewing the blog with the meter at the bottom, slowly but surely I will think of new stuff to add in to spicen up the blog. Today I couldn't remember much, only the rushing off to work and working..at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing that would never leave my mind is the incident that happened on the dining table at dinner just now. Dad was asking me about stuff he would want to know more, but I was impatient, I blasted off and said that he was irritating and I couldn't stand him no more. I said worst stuff, I can't recall. I put him down so badly about how lazy and slow he was. Like he was the worst father ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw it, a certain amount of water filled his eyes. Through those eyes, I saw never ending sadness. I saw the face of a person who thinks he is hopeless and useless. The worse thing I saw in his expression was...disappointment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he ever so impatient when he was teaching me how to walk, how to read, write, talk, respect, love, save and so much more? Was he so harsh that he would scold me for something I didn't know I did wrong? Did he ever shouted, or even caned me at all? The one thing I respect about my father most is that he is kind and loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hated him so much, I have treated him so badly because he was so lazy and I couldn't stand it. I hated him so much because he complained about everything single thing I did and never cease to shut up. But he was still kind, he still loved me, and that's why he did that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too young to understand how that 49 year old man thinks? Or am I just lending a deaf ear to him and closing my mind to think about hating him? So who is the devil now? Me. What have I done.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then hit me to how bad a monster I've turned into. I pulled up my courage, I apologised immediatedly about how I've been treating him lately, and slowly explained and taught him how to go about the digital stuff. I taught him the internet today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must return the favour, because I can't repay him for the amount of things he has sacrificed for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-1546760113906014323?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1546760113906014323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-in-your-eyes-was-that-burning-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/1546760113906014323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/1546760113906014323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-in-your-eyes-was-that-burning-fire.html' title='So in your eyes was that burning fire'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgLt7daA38I/AAAAAAAAAT4/StZnPpETBAo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-4804205545761891771</id><published>2009-05-06T20:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:58:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days goes by, with a blink of an eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGriNVpagI/AAAAAAAAATI/3XShoWVMYR4/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGriNVpagI/AAAAAAAAATI/3XShoWVMYR4/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332732037967735298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Days go by, with a blink of an eye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's just summarise what my past four days have been like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to watch The International&lt;br /&gt;Movie Review&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 0/10 (Literally!)&lt;br /&gt;Comments: I don't even bother to look for their movie wallpaper to upload it here. Seriously, if they want to have a political and boring action, please go join the elections or stuff like that? Half the time they are going about how politically incorrect the world is today bla bla dadi dah... The action part? Forget it, it's more like Wussy Part! Ok I understand we love to see rather scenes which is realistic and not incorporated with some Jackie Chan flying kick or Bruce Lee's irritating "Wata!!!" voice. But at least make the main lead more action-like? You get hit by a car driving at bout....20? And you go deaf for 2 hours! You Suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do? I forgot what I did, OH YES! Went out to have dinner with Xuan, Cass, Clara and Manda. Had a fun time catching up. Went to Simpang to eat, and memories never stop haunting you don't they... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGtXK1dhcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/V-pcZcOHH0g/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGtXK1dhcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/V-pcZcOHH0g/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332734047340561858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those guys who know my little arguement with the China lady at the Kopitiam, yes I was wrong in the end, but I gave that bitch my $8.40's worth(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trance in my head woke me up, with it carrying in my head the whole day throughout work. After that, the work..After work! came back home round 12am? Tired, I can't remember what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I created "THE WALL OF TO-DO'S"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGuamMus_I/AAAAAAAAATY/wQCCEm9cS88/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGuamMus_I/AAAAAAAAATY/wQCCEm9cS88/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332735205737149426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdosage of RED BULL that's all I could say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGuhssONWI/AAAAAAAAATg/gkS-KcFAFQw/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGuhssONWI/AAAAAAAAATg/gkS-KcFAFQw/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332735327738934626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I went out with the new chick on the block for lunch today along with Nic and Cherlise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGu28GrV4I/AAAAAAAAATo/ftrps_AcCu8/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGu28GrV4I/AAAAAAAAATo/ftrps_AcCu8/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332735692653680514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambert rocks my socks seriously, if he is out tomorrow, I'm not going to watch Idol no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGvAjUJNEI/AAAAAAAAATw/EihTv9YrJcg/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGvAjUJNEI/AAAAAAAAATw/EihTv9YrJcg/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332735857797968962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's Ted Mosby's medical dictionary(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-4804205545761891771?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4804205545761891771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-days-goes-by-with-blink-of-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/4804205545761891771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/4804205545761891771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-days-goes-by-with-blink-of-eye.html' title='4 days goes by, with a blink of an eye'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SgGriNVpagI/AAAAAAAAATI/3XShoWVMYR4/s72-c/IMG_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-7907575387080138617</id><published>2009-05-02T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:59:07.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfxZs3DjDWI/AAAAAAAAASw/86_gzle-MZw/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfxZs3DjDWI/AAAAAAAAASw/86_gzle-MZw/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331234686127770978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haircut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rather mundane and boring day. I went out with Khai to cut hair today! but we couldnt make it to CDC to top up my driving lessons fund. We chilled and had soya bean milk after that, then we took the long bus 38 all the way back to his place. Orion (a nice card game on the Iphone) battle throughout the whole way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at East Point, never in my life have I seen so many Mats and Minahs gathered there on a particular day, OH... It was the Annugerah auditions, hopeful M&amp;Ms, we you gotta give it to them for having courage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got under his block, continued with the war of Orion! Finally score, Iman 2 : Khairul 3.... Shit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that is the day in summary.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfxbO4SRJaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TCtlqETP0uA/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfxbO4SRJaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TCtlqETP0uA/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331236370085127586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfxbVoKDi0I/AAAAAAAAATA/R_EhyUBM1O8/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfxbVoKDi0I/AAAAAAAAATA/R_EhyUBM1O8/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331236486014798658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Secondary School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-7907575387080138617?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7907575387080138617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/cut-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/7907575387080138617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/7907575387080138617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/cut-hair.html' title='Cut Hair!'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfxZs3DjDWI/AAAAAAAAASw/86_gzle-MZw/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-6491157016469393252</id><published>2009-05-01T23:42:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:42:40.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours is never enough!</title><content type='html'>Hello reader, this is the 3-in-1 blog post. 3 days, 1 post. All these events follow chronologically from the 29th April to 1st May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDEyNzUzMzA*NzImcHQ9MTI*MTI3NTMzNjQ4MiZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWQzY2VmODFkZGE3MjRkNDQ5MmM4NGQ*NDUzZjMwMzJk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-touch.swf" height="390" width="235" style="width:235px;height:390px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-touch.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=21341819&amp;path=2009/05/01&amp;mycolor=000000&amp;mycolor2=15007D&amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=235&amp;oh=390"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/21341819" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 Hours is Never Enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfsaKBiIuEI/AAAAAAAAARY/u8exbZdsU48/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfsaKBiIuEI/AAAAAAAAARY/u8exbZdsU48/s320/time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330883343435741250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Hours is really not enough. Ok here is my 24 hours in Plain English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Hours: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;8 Hours: Work&lt;br /&gt;3 Hours: Transport&lt;br /&gt;2 Hours: Meals (3 meals)&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour:  Toilet&lt;br /&gt;4 Hours: Everything and Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life for me, is only 4 freaking hours. What can I do in 4 bloody hours you tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've uploaded the first mixtape: Iman's Mixtape (The stuff that keeps you awake at work)I will start producing more mixtapes for different kinds of scenarios. Hope you like it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfskTtny42I/AAAAAAAAASI/B_kgOaUOAXI/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfskTtny42I/AAAAAAAAASI/B_kgOaUOAXI/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330894505005736802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here is the absolute wonderful story my friend Yang. We decided to watch a movie with 2 other friends, Jo and D because Yang had 2 combo vouchers for the movies at GV (Golden Village). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After me and Yang purchased the tickets, I took out the combo meal vouchers. I noticed something odd. It was a rectangular ticket the size of a typical $2 Sing Dollar note, but the area the combo meal ticket voucher covered up the diameter of a 50c Sing coin. The rest was taken up by this large imprint which sai "Movie Voucher" with a bar code at the bottom. I asked him "Eh, why the combo thing so small, then what's this remainder thingy for?" He told me with full of confidence, "AIYA.... that one nothing la!" I was like "Ok" because I trusted him as it was his voucher, he must have read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever assume stuff. We met up with D and Jo and D said "Eh why you never use the free ticket??" I just screamed, "What free ticket?!?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway nothing much there, just a lesson on not assuming stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfsgHCewWkI/AAAAAAAAARg/j3-1DqUtxRU/s1600-h/x-men-origins-wolverine-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfsgHCewWkI/AAAAAAAAARg/j3-1DqUtxRU/s320/x-men-origins-wolverine-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330889889220155970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Graphics and cuts were awesome, very cool and stylish action choreography. Storyline was so-so for me, but the thing which was rather disappointing was that there were too many characters in one short timespan of 108 minutes. The characters are super cool! Don't freaking kill them off in such a short time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the story, yes so I had a nice time with D, hope to go out again sometime soon. After we parted, Yang my friend was still persitent he wanted to use that voucher that night because it was the last of the validity of the voucher. Met up with Sufi along the way and we chilled at Macs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfsjXvUEs9I/AAAAAAAAARw/rLls3tBKOOI/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfsjXvUEs9I/AAAAAAAAARw/rLls3tBKOOI/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330893474667738066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sfsjg-Dp_SI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Bc8zhCmk8Cs/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sfsjg-Dp_SI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Bc8zhCmk8Cs/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330893633244232994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfsjrOlfUSI/AAAAAAAAASA/1TTbTd_HexY/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfsjrOlfUSI/AAAAAAAAASA/1TTbTd_HexY/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330893809479799074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfshdsJmx9I/AAAAAAAAARo/JrEK-GG9Yjs/s1600-h/friday13th_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfshdsJmx9I/AAAAAAAAARo/JrEK-GG9Yjs/s320/friday13th_2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330891377874487250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 2/10&lt;br /&gt;Comments: This is a damm hell stupid and idotic movie. Deserved to get piratised and to be watched online. The storyline is cliche, the kill scenes don't have enough gore in it. The only reason why you want to watch that show because you can see very nice woman's jugs. That's all! I was zombie-fied by the movie. It was so boring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cycling Day to East Coast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfskdbZmBhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MOYstnGU3uI/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfskdbZmBhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MOYstnGU3uI/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330894671913027090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labour Day! A super super awesome day! Because I finally felt that Labour Day has meaning to me because I'm working! Went to the mosque, caught up with old friends, and then Haq wanted to go cycling. Ok sure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much bout the journey there, just that Haq was super tired, I really don't know why, and I had to cycle at his pace, which was rather slow for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfskwZo3TaI/AAAAAAAAASY/0QCT4M5JbLw/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfskwZo3TaI/AAAAAAAAASY/0QCT4M5JbLw/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330894997857717666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could seriously taken a picture before he catches up with you. But the main highlight of the day was seeing Allah (God's) s.w.t name in the sky when we reached the beach. Some of you might not be able to catch it but you could go Google images and search for the calligraphy of how God's name is written. Right smack into our faces. It was the most amazing astounding thing I saw. Call is coincidence maybe, some of you might say, call it higher callin for some of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sfsle53hunI/AAAAAAAAASg/-nIq1ic8cMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sfsle53hunI/AAAAAAAAASg/-nIq1ic8cMQ/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330895796783135346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sfsll004Y3I/AAAAAAAAASo/24q_376jlf8/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sfsll004Y3I/AAAAAAAAASo/24q_376jlf8/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330895915688944498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed and stunned? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok alright I have roughly completed 3 days of posts. &lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-6491157016469393252?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6491157016469393252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/24-hours-is-never-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6491157016469393252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6491157016469393252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/24-hours-is-never-enough.html' title='24 hours is never enough!'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfsaKBiIuEI/AAAAAAAAARY/u8exbZdsU48/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-3857555563276108700</id><published>2009-04-28T22:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:42:16.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha I hate you now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfcU1pRmzUI/AAAAAAAAARI/HqxbNXHKcdE/s1600-h/IMG_0037+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfcU1pRmzUI/AAAAAAAAARI/HqxbNXHKcdE/s320/IMG_0037+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329751595861593410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret sketch in the Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lost of a friend...A friend?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so it was kinda boring at one period of time, that doesn't mean not enough work! More than enough work, just don't know where to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I finally know why you're avoiding me, cause you actually listened to his opinion that we shouldn't talk no more? Ok that is your decision whatever the end result is. People viewing, I ask you one question. So let's say your bf/gf tells you to exile your good friend of the opposite sex, now what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Tell your partner, "Up yours, you insecure bastard/bitch"?&lt;br /&gt;B: Follow what your partner says, and lose a valuable friendship. &lt;br /&gt;C: Slowly reason things out, if there is no solution (which I think is impossible), then make a random decision. &lt;br /&gt;D: Maybe think to yourself, am I the BIG PROBLEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to chip in what you think on my Twitter, or Facebook. It's nothing personal, just an open discussion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you really think you're all it? That when you say you love me, I'll coming running, and kneeling before you? That was the worst insult and joke of the day man. First of all, you think that I'm some sort of lowly slave to you? That you can take and push away any freaking time you like? Well spits at you cause this guy was just solely justcaring for your well being and didn't think of getting together with you in the oh-so very cliche way of becoming friends, best friends, then lovers. It's 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it's a joke! You still think I'm stuck in 2006, obeying your every command? Your orders? Please, 07 was hell but a wake up call 08 &amp; 09? I'm not your bitch. Haven't I already rejected you twice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! I seriously like this video, check it out! Blink 182 - What's my age again (CHOIR VERSION!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDZxZzNk848&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/vDZxZzNk848&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya back to topic,if you think I still have a hint of feelings for you? Guess again. I've been thinking bout a certain someone for very long already and  intend to go far with her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sfca6SO3XKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PVc9GycW9rs/s1600-h/DSC01088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sfca6SO3XKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PVc9GycW9rs/s320/DSC01088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329758272645192866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I'm with you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-3857555563276108700?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3857555563276108700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/haha-i-hate-you-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/3857555563276108700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/3857555563276108700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/haha-i-hate-you-now.html' title='haha I hate you now'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfcU1pRmzUI/AAAAAAAAARI/HqxbNXHKcdE/s72-c/IMG_0037+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-8449852708230779131</id><published>2009-04-27T22:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:15:45.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Remember When We were just Kids?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/RAvv7TULK6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/RAvv7TULK6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=RAvv7TULK6" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=RAvv7TULK6" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=RAvv7TULK6" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=RAvv7TULK6" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/RAvv7TULK6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/6M7ro5l/music/U5zUwqiy/anberlin-inevitable/"&gt;Inevitable - Anberlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfXJZ30awEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Ez75ykhegsE/s1600-h/08042008776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfXJZ30awEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Ez75ykhegsE/s320/08042008776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329387180380569666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You Remember When We Were Just Kids?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at Perth, that's what I'm doing. Chasing the memories which seem so faded now, so lost. Remember the times when we stayed up by the river of dolphins and the sky of endless stars. Remember the times where we smoked our lungs out under the clear, cold, night sky. Enjoying the company, and the apple juice! For me though, the rest of you were just alcohol all the way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfXLUU-BKHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/37IuXuPF1zc/s1600-h/SSL13705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfXLUU-BKHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/37IuXuPF1zc/s320/SSL13705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329389284149504114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm burning my O'level stuff btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding the clock back further, how about the times where 7 guys just had fun all day at school, who really didn't care bout anything at all, just pure fun and laughter, peace and joy filled our hearts to the brim? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfXMFT0vSnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B7TB79NcXBg/s1600-h/DSC01589+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfXMFT0vSnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B7TB79NcXBg/s320/DSC01589+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329390125655738994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfXMWB7o-zI/AAAAAAAAARA/bwjZS4DgiLc/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfXMWB7o-zI/AAAAAAAAARA/bwjZS4DgiLc/s320/DSC01549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329390412910623538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times where we felt we were on top of the world and it seemed possible that we were unstoppable. Time flies, things changed, the world changed, people changed, soon at the end of the day, you somehow changed too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures in my com, are just a feint memory of that one joyful moment I had in my life. Never, ever can those moments be re-lived once again, no matter how you hope it will happen? It will never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish all those moments as if they were your last, it will cause minimal heartaches in the future.. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth, Monday blues, Tuesday SHOO! (I wanna sleep....T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-8449852708230779131?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8449852708230779131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-remember-when-we-were-just-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/8449852708230779131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/8449852708230779131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-remember-when-we-were-just-kids.html' title='Do You Remember When We were just Kids?'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfXJZ30awEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Ez75ykhegsE/s72-c/08042008776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-7169331325055410653</id><published>2009-04-26T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:23:05.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bydPZeMNP_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bydPZeMNP_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=bydPZeMNP_" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=bydPZeMNP_" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=bydPZeMNP_" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=bydPZeMNP_" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/bydPZeMNP_/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jungdora/music/1dFskmmA/runner-runner-so-obvious/"&gt;So Obvious - Runner Runner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cycling Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfRuiwt64JI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9HzvEIQn9ZY/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfRuiwt64JI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9HzvEIQn9ZY/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329005802558251154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee shop at Marine Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is cycling day. Was supposed to be gym day though. Apparently the family decided on visiting grand-daddy. So... To enjoy the best of both worlds, I decided to cycle from Tampines to Marine Parade. Travel Time : 30 mins. Mum was shocked though because I was supposed to call her when I was reaching Grand Dad's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting Grand Dad, one of the most respected people in my life, we decided to head out to have some Katong Laksa. Dad was complaining, "Why are we going to eat Laksa on such a hot and humid day?!?!" Yes the weather was flaming hot and humid at it's maximum, but somehow or rather, God had to prove Dad wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfRwAkyj0HI/AAAAAAAAAQY/d74KduLUd-c/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfRwAkyj0HI/AAAAAAAAAQY/d74KduLUd-c/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329007414264189042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was a downpour! God 1 : Dad 0 OWNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I decided to head out to meet S and yes it was: The search for the litle brother! Her lil bro got lost but amazingly ended up at home safe and sound. We chilled out for abit and then we parted ways and now I'm home blogging bout the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes to update my Saturday for you guys, it really wasn't very interesting but the highlight of the day, was Baby Aaron! Super adorable(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfRwo-XvokI/AAAAAAAAAQg/50ya4Rf9oAE/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfRwo-XvokI/AAAAAAAAAQg/50ya4Rf9oAE/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329008108325806658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright back to work tomorrow. Back to, the life! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-7169331325055410653?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7169331325055410653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/cycling-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/7169331325055410653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/7169331325055410653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/cycling-day.html' title='Cycling Day'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfRuiwt64JI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9HzvEIQn9ZY/s72-c/IMG_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-7664796997324538828</id><published>2009-04-24T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:36:57.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with an Old Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GVN3AhiJZR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GVN3AhiJZR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=GVN3AhiJZR" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=GVN3AhiJZR" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=GVN3AhiJZR" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=GVN3AhiJZR" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/GVN3AhiJZR/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/cathyisashorty/music/PH0nDcEE/augustana-stars-and-boulevards/"&gt;Stars and Boulevards - Augustana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfHTbpM2EZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/L6fJgZu0TuY/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfHTbpM2EZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/L6fJgZu0TuY/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328272306025664914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Serenity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am very very tired! But oh well let's skip that unhappy phase, let's talk about today! I had the usual day at work and then I went to meet old friend A. Haven't seen her in like ages! 3 years to be precise. I was chilling at the interchange when I saw her. Hippie??? That was the first word that came to my mind when I saw her. haha No offence A(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so we headed home together, talking about sweet nothings and catching up on how we have been. Happy day today. I felt at peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you touched the sweet soil of Singapore. You could have gave me a ring? A text? A sense of courtesy. Weren't we supposed to go over to KH's party together? What's the plans? You just leave me hanging like an idiot? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched High and Low trying to find ways and means to get in touch with you. To my suprise, you changed your phone number.. What?! And you didn't actually drop a note to say you've changed your number? I know you don't go around telling everyone in your contact list you've changed your number, but I'm not everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I've finally got all my resources checked, you're actually out with the X and won't even want to show the courtesy to pick up the call? ok I understand the X might get pissed. How about replying a message then? I wonder what's so difficult in typing a "Sorry i'm busy now, I contact you tomorrow" or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even consider me a "Best Friend" anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me like I'm your pillar to lie on when you have no pillar to go to. If I've stated a acquisition or have wronged you, prove me wrong...prove me wrong... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-7664796997324538828?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7664796997324538828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-out-with-old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/7664796997324538828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/7664796997324538828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-out-with-old-friend.html' title='Day out with an Old Friend'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfHTbpM2EZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/L6fJgZu0TuY/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-3690081398389727927</id><published>2009-04-23T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:48:20.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brit's really got talent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/utLpGqSfrM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/utLpGqSfrM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=utLpGqSfrM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=utLpGqSfrM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=utLpGqSfrM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=utLpGqSfrM" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/utLpGqSfrM/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/mzgibzifyanasteee/music/klvHDZbP/the-jackson-5-whos-lovin-you/"&gt;Whos Lovin You - The Jackson 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfCMU0A0pbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BXBn3ECF9hc/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfCMU0A0pbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BXBn3ECF9hc/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327912648366663090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset By the Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brit's really got Talent!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you got to admit it, America has Adam Lambert who is stunning and awesome, but we also have people from Brit-ain who are totally suprising and awfully awesome! Susan Boyle actually taught me how not to judge a person by their looks but of who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just got home and I'm super tired. Shall update my blog tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the links cause the YouTube video didn't allow me to embed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan Boyle&lt;/strong&gt;: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaneen Jafargholi&lt;/strong&gt;:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVU4IkzMNIo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flawless&lt;/strong&gt;: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GrOMLylvhQ&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-3690081398389727927?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3690081398389727927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/brits-really-got-talent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/3690081398389727927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/3690081398389727927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/brits-really-got-talent.html' title='Brit&apos;s really got talent!'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SfCMU0A0pbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BXBn3ECF9hc/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-2807173392157154055</id><published>2009-04-21T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:56:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back ache</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/tDyfyH0jDI/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/tDyfyH0jDI/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/zira18/video/drqg0xAJ/schiller-ft-colbie-caillat-you-music-video/"&gt;You - Schiller ft. Colbie Caillat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BackAche!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Se3l3CqWQyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Py0MyXTV0Vo/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Se3l3CqWQyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Py0MyXTV0Vo/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327166668019221282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taken at the pantry at the office*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I woke up from work today with a serious ache in my left arm. Strained it somehow last night I guess? But soon my right arm started to cramp too, then my back started to ache. So I thought to myself, it can't be that I was sleeping like a beast last night, I usually do but not till this degree of aftermath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Se3oeRFz1hI/AAAAAAAAAP4/liuprHCE4vY/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Se3oeRFz1hI/AAAAAAAAAP4/liuprHCE4vY/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327169540930655762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yes! the gym.. I went to exert myself last Sunday, and I guess my body had a slow reaction time to pain. Something is really wrong with me. Just got back from driving though. I bumped into Krado and Jessica. Before that I alo bumped into Jessica (Geraldine's sister and my beloved god sister) and YiHan (her china man boyfriend!) no offence. Didn't imagine I would bump into so many people when going for driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway about driving! yes yes... I sped tonight. It was like this; I was at a single laned road with a L-plate driver and a road obstruction infront. A lorry was behind me, but definitely there is no way to go fast because it was a zig zag lined zone and you cannot cut lanes there and then. I had to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE freaking mofo (his face seriously looked like one), horned me repeatedly. "COME ON IM JUST A L-PlATE DRIVER TOO!" I got pissed, and after I have passed the obstruction, I reved up my speed from 10-50 in a matter of about 5 secs max? I seriously had to move away from the a-hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes I'm tired and work tomorrow again. I still have this one day job thingy coming up on thurs and Kah Hwee's birthday is on Sunday. Oh yes! and get Amanda's new ipod touch cracked because she seriously doesn't know how to do it... (no offence too) BUSY BUSY BUSY.. oh yes! and might meet up with an old friend this coming friday. MORE BUSY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current song playing in my mind: You (Schiller and Colbie)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-2807173392157154055?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2807173392157154055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-ache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/2807173392157154055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/2807173392157154055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-ache.html' title='back ache'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Se3l3CqWQyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Py0MyXTV0Vo/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-8005172682689860475</id><published>2009-04-19T21:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:48:46.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/547yIiT9MI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/547yIiT9MI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=547yIiT9MI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=547yIiT9MI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=547yIiT9MI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=547yIiT9MI" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/547yIiT9MI/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/DoTX3t/music/KRyoR5jZ/within-temptation-forgiven/"&gt;Forgiven - Within Temptation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello iPhone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SesvtQHpxtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/csUGI-QdHzs/s1600-h/apple-iphone-3g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SesvtQHpxtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/csUGI-QdHzs/s320/apple-iphone-3g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326403438763427538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forgive? or not to forgive? I have dammed this person to die, get runned down, more dying scenarios. How long can you be pissed anyway? I just hope that this new person would take care of her well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the new life! Hey iPhone! Although double the functions and double the goodness, some things are never the same. Well in awhile I hope that pain will heal and move on with life. By getting a new iPhone, I had to sacrifice another love of mine... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SestJhkhFeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zjUr0U-rTig/s1600-h/DSC06245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SestJhkhFeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zjUr0U-rTig/s320/DSC06245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400625949349346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SestTLkXl4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/s-NsGOtUtpU/s1600-h/DSC06246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SestTLkXl4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/s-NsGOtUtpU/s320/DSC06246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400791841838978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SesuIBES0EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WsrnfenMOQ8/s1600-h/DSC_3797+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SesuIBES0EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WsrnfenMOQ8/s320/DSC_3797+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326401699556020290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye N95... for helping me take nice pictures,memorable videos and storing loving messages. Will always remember you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I have driving tommorow!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-8005172682689860475?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8005172682689860475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgiven-within-temptation-hello-iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/8005172682689860475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/8005172682689860475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgiven-within-temptation-hello-iphone.html' title=''/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SesvtQHpxtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/csUGI-QdHzs/s72-c/apple-iphone-3g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-7509815656725375761</id><published>2009-04-18T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:48:02.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE IPOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cxLzIf5XLs/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cxLzIf5XLs/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=cxLzIf5XLs" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=cxLzIf5XLs" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=cxLzIf5XLs" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=cxLzIf5XLs" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/cxLzIf5XLs/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/JPHE77/music/n_4Axq_u/alesana-congratulations-i-hate-you/"&gt;Congratulations, I Hate You - Alesana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sei4KM462SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8OHV2-7vagc/s1600-h/ipod-touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sei4KM462SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8OHV2-7vagc/s320/ipod-touch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325709044763777314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye Ipod&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this short an simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shittiest day of my life so far&lt;br /&gt;I lost my Ipod touch in less than 3 minutes&lt;br /&gt; +&lt;br /&gt; i lost my access card for company&lt;br /&gt; +&lt;br /&gt; coffee spilled on my shirt today&lt;br /&gt; +&lt;br /&gt; i was the suckiest player at l4d today&lt;br /&gt; +&lt;br /&gt; a giant piglet nearly fell on me&lt;br /&gt; +&lt;br /&gt; i didnt top up ez link&lt;br /&gt; +&lt;br /&gt; when i got to 7 eleven&lt;br /&gt; top up machine spoilt&lt;br /&gt; +&lt;br /&gt; i had to shit real bad aft the all the shit tht has happened to me&lt;br /&gt; on the way home&lt;br /&gt; from parkway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is the access card plus the Ipod&lt;br /&gt;It has been with me everyday of my life. I have never lost anything in 3 years and I lost the Ipod... FUCK I CURSE THE MOFO WHO FUCKING STOLE IT TO GET STAMPEDED BY A ROW OF CARS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to blog seiously.&lt;br /&gt;Look on the bright side, I'm getting the new ipod touch 2G tmr! &lt;br /&gt;In light of all the assholic events, my life is still awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-7509815656725375761?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7509815656725375761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/bye-ipod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/7509815656725375761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/7509815656725375761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/bye-ipod.html' title='BYE IPOD'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sei4KM462SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8OHV2-7vagc/s72-c/ipod-touch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-3893973005204435345</id><published>2009-04-16T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:35:07.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dU6qms72SZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dU6qms72SZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=dU6qms72SZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=dU6qms72SZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=dU6qms72SZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=dU6qms72SZ" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/dU6qms72SZ/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/kanasaikuat/music/-tCVlTqz/michael-buble-home/"&gt;Home - Michael Buble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sec91VnGZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZIwEv6u5_mA/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sec91VnGZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZIwEv6u5_mA/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325293070932404082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really exhausted and beat on the way back home on the 969 down the highway. Staring at the lane markings as they quickly passed by, my ipod shuffled to home by michael buble. I felt the yearning to come back home, get into my room and fall onto that bed. The feel of the cool breeze coming through my window as nature rejuvenates me from a tiring, stressful day at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picturing that inside your mind? Now let's fall down to earth. I came back home, grabbed some dinner; rice with curry chicken and omelette with 东菜. Drinks, the usual Ribena. Until the you had to come home and pick on my every little mistake. That was my perfect picture of a home shattered. I'm not going to continue of what happens next but I can tell you I'm at the boiling point. I still have a heart to save your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures today I'm sorry, but although you know shit does happen almost everywhere you step, you just gotta find the grass patch to wipe it off. No matter how pissed I am, there is no other place like home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-3893973005204435345?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3893973005204435345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/3893973005204435345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/3893973005204435345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/Sec91VnGZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZIwEv6u5_mA/s72-c/IMG_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-96496308436102375</id><published>2009-04-15T21:44:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:21:33.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXxkqYGHXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dUFKaDYWGyE/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXxkqYGHXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dUFKaDYWGyE/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324927746588417394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/C3ngF3PMZr/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/C3ngF3PMZr/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=C3ngF3PMZr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=C3ngF3PMZr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=C3ngF3PMZr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=C3ngF3PMZr" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/C3ngF3PMZr/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/JPHE77/music/WypgZ00j/sly-and-the-family-stone-everyday-people/"&gt;Everyday People - Sly and the Family Stone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered to bring along my camera today and yes I took some pictures to spice up the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: It's really good to have energy vitamins when you are having work 5 days a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously helps. Went to the usual day at work, nothing much really, it has become a natural thing in life already. Kareen (Manager) was on MC today, and Cherlise (Supervisor) said," Time for the mice to come out to play". Yes we were more relaxed and opened, but we still did our work! Or else, that shit pile would never go down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now after work, then I made use of the cam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXpwVq0fNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0gPNhyhlazE/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXpwVq0fNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0gPNhyhlazE/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324919151095217362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the tarded nicole of the day, she always making my mornings by doing stupid stuff like losing her stuff, forgetting things to do, and losing more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXqwMnzIxI/AAAAAAAAANY/5LjY9RLGhp0/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXqwMnzIxI/AAAAAAAAANY/5LjY9RLGhp0/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324920248178254610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the pic you want me to upload so you can steal Nic! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the places that you would encounter if you are taking a vehicle to and fro from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXsN9btWVI/AAAAAAAAANo/S7trrm6W7Wo/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXsN9btWVI/AAAAAAAAANo/S7trrm6W7Wo/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324921859008715090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXs5CIFb9I/AAAAAAAAANw/_ms_tXy89-M/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXs5CIFb9I/AAAAAAAAANw/_ms_tXy89-M/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324922599002959826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXuZMuu5VI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z7_7QuD6ilA/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXuZMuu5VI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z7_7QuD6ilA/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324924251116856658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN.....You chance upon a familiar site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXu_uJm_bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/c5KMLcwlB8A/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXu_uJm_bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/c5KMLcwlB8A/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324924912922983858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like damm.... how you wished your work place was just a street down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so Anyway, I went over to Khai's place to collect Avatar! HIGH QUALITY! yes now I can watch in peace already. No more pixelated videos, no more lagged audios so yes the life is yet awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed now, tomorrow will be better(:&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeX0OEQ1b0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/OqawP7BXrJI/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeX0OEQ1b0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/OqawP7BXrJI/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324930656935178050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-96496308436102375?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/96496308436102375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/96496308436102375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/96496308436102375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-picture.html' title='Picture Picture'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</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/_xs0hzv3Gjng/SeXxkqYGHXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dUFKaDYWGyE/s72-c/IMG_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-6092950548618729463</id><published>2009-04-14T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:43:25.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Tiring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/naCx6CKhn2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/naCx6CKhn2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=naCx6CKhn2" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=naCx6CKhn2" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=naCx6CKhn2" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=naCx6CKhn2" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/naCx6CKhn2/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/dmezingzone/music/ZBKWOIsw/gary-jules-mad-world/"&gt;Mad World - Gary Jules&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep at work today and seriously? Not funny, I banged my head against the table unconciously. Oh well, I don't know why I was so tired really. I mean, I slept more but felt more tired, that's usually the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was pretty alright, I guess? Just the tired part. Soon after work had ended I was in the bus listening to Mad World when I realised how deep the song really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces. &lt;br /&gt; Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously everyone inside the bus was just so lethargic and sleepy, like did Singapore got hit by some sort of zombie sickness or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner outside, talked with Khai on the phone, and Khai! THE SLAP BET IS ON. Better start increasing my daily number of push ups cause you know it's coming! &lt;br /&gt;*sinister smile* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, my blog looks too plain. I shall bring my camera out to work tomorrow, that would do the trick! Shall start linking the people I know who have blogs already. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is going to be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-6092950548618729463?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6092950548618729463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6092950548618729463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6092950548618729463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-tiring-day.html' title='What a Tiring day'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-6318135779909921410</id><published>2009-04-13T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:20:04.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours is never enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;24 Hours is Never Enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle starts once again with the handphone sounding its most irritating alarm tone. Sleepy and weary, dragging myself to the bathroom. Now the thing about being half awake is that you tend to forget to do some minimal requirements of things to do in a bathroom. On top of that, your sense of judgement is rather...halved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I forgot to apply after shaving cream after shaving off those stubbles. &lt;br /&gt;2: I misjudged the distance between my 'pee wee' and the toilet bowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results? A stained rim and a few pimples. Lesson? Get more sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was rather SLEEPY in the beginning, but it soon turned out pretty fine until....My manager telling me that she wants me to prepare a presentation slide pertaining to Social Media and why companies should go into Social Media. A preparation time of 2 months, ah that's easy, to present it infront of clients? Hmmm... Now that's when I realised a big load of SHIT has just landed on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed and suffering from abit of an aftershock and fatique, I messaged D, which rather proved to be quite of an aid. To get my mind of some stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours is never enough seriously. Work already takes up 8 hours of your life, travel eats up 2, sleeping suffocates 6 hours away, 1 hour goes to meals which eats that precious time, and the rest is left for you to decide what you want to do with it. It's just a thought.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright to end of on a lighter note, my driving today went awesome and I got 2 chops! I still got home with a smile on my face(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-6318135779909921410?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6318135779909921410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/24-hours-is-never-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6318135779909921410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/6318135779909921410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/24-hours-is-never-enough.html' title='24 hours is never enough'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400600395773101570.post-1896347520353100044</id><published>2009-04-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:39:12.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in black!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yes &lt;/strong&gt;it's time to open a blog again. Alot has changed in the past year, but let's stick to now. Now, I'm currently going through the phase called S.I.P (Student Internship Programme), posted to Motorola btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 weeks since my internship started and really, it's rather mundane and still life over there. The tasks get more exciting but the life itself stays the same. You wake up at 0630, you bathe, brush your teeth, suit up, eat half of your breakfast your sweet lil' grandma made for you and you have to rush out of that door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally arrive at your work station when your level is a ghost town. (Interns reach at 0830, the rest of the world are still on their way)Then the long morning begins, I'm not used to mornings, I have this sort of "period" whereby I will be sleepy from 0830 to bout 1200 and then I will be the efficient worker of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup soon after the whole work day has ended, you are so restless and you wanna go out to party, or hang out with some friends, or maybe find your loved ones to hug and kiss, well apparently I don't have one at the moment to hug and kiss but oh well back to the subject. Although your heart wants to go? Your body admits defeat and directs you home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're tired, you come back home, you eat, shower, Facebook for a moment, MSN for awhile, Blog for abit, and then your eyes shut. This viscious cycle has begun, I feel that I have aged 10 years really, being part of this work life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all that is going to change, because my other course mates are going to start their works tommorow! I'm having a few more friends to join me in the same boat, now at least it won't be so boring than suffering alone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to the not-so painful Monday because my friends will be waking up at the same time, goodnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through photos of you and me...&lt;br /&gt;signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400600395773101570-1896347520353100044?l=possimpobly-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1896347520353100044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-in-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/1896347520353100044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400600395773101570/posts/default/1896347520353100044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://possimpobly-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-in-black.html' title='back in black!'/><author><name>Oatmeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463825695622388979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
