<?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-8438141</id><updated>2011-08-05T22:02:15.328+08:00</updated><category term='Comeback Blog.'/><title type='text'>-For Our Sins-</title><subtitle type='html'>Told to lead a simple life, yet we can't stop BITCHING, CURSING and escaping from SINNING. Tell me one day when you escaped from BITCHING?? Hey, it's my BLOG, what're you commenting on you son of a SHOTgun???</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-1156413469546640130</id><published>2008-12-08T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:32:25.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studies</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum wanna sponsor me for a year study at the red-brick.&lt;br /&gt;10,000 UK pounds per AY..&lt;br /&gt;worth??&lt;br /&gt;worth the memories + the gaya "aku UMNIST (University Of Manchester Of Information &amp;amp; Technology) nye grad lay woi!" and plus an experience in living in england..&lt;br /&gt;but as a normal nak-makan-pun-takde-duit boy, aku pikir2 alik, buat aper maka aku buang so much just for my study?? aku dillemma.&lt;br /&gt;all this while i study w/o my parents bugging me but now they force me to go...&lt;br /&gt;i should just settle for charles sturt or curtin kann?? at least australia tak semahal... 10,000Aust Dollars is at least cheaper also. memang kalah gaya but i don't want gaya, just a plain degree that can provide me $3-4K per month is enough.&lt;br /&gt;yes UMNIST is reputable, but when i get home, i'll still be earning the same paygrade what..&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for me to say no to her, but at the same time, i want to study and at this point of time, to study by using my own money is close to impossible!! duit motor pun terkial2 nak bayar siol!!&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just gather my courage and tell her, i dnt wanna go england, i'll settle for australia instead.&lt;br /&gt;and to the people who reads this, come december next year after i ORD, i'll be off, if not, january coz courses starts in feb. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet again, i wanna take Bch in Emergency Management too...&lt;br /&gt;but nursing is much more worthwhile kann??&lt;br /&gt;5K per month, sape tak nak!!&gt;&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, maybe i take double degree, WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;big dreams!!&lt;br /&gt;dreamer!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;nvm, to be cont...&lt;br /&gt;neeeda thhink about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-1156413469546640130?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1156413469546640130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=1156413469546640130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/1156413469546640130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/1156413469546640130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/12/studies.html' title='studies'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-3432960862536781693</id><published>2008-11-19T06:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:37:17.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Speaks A Thousand Words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SSZJA_F_BsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6_B_01oQQF4/s1600-h/DSC03608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SSZJA_F_BsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6_B_01oQQF4/s320/DSC03608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270980695169107650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SSZIAZ_FCcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SEckE9ZzjCw/s1600-h/DSC03641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 362px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SSZIAZ_FCcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SEckE9ZzjCw/s320/DSC03641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270979585696401858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SSZH6L4I-1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/4wEpbs5vhKg/s1600-h/DSC03639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SSZH6L4I-1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/4wEpbs5vhKg/s320/DSC03639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270979478829988690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SSZHPZ6GjbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IkqORIcG4mU/s1600-h/DSC03619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 452px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SSZIIBaXZ6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/YWRw0VjOU9I/s320/DSC03643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270979716538918818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is just a glimpse of what we did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ROY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-3432960862536781693?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3432960862536781693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=3432960862536781693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/3432960862536781693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/3432960862536781693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture Speaks A Thousand Words.'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SSZJA_F_BsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6_B_01oQQF4/s72-c/DSC03608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-7466831992066885897</id><published>2008-11-14T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:32:07.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reply to Ms Anoymous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's such thing call a common computer installed perfectly with internet at 80 bukit batok road.. it's under account of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LTA Eusoff.&lt;/span&gt;. and it's widely used by staff of my workplace.. and whoever who used that computer will&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have the same whatever thing you call it. and those taggs are all my staffs btw.  before you ever jump to conclusion, don't merepek, aku remove becoz aku malas nak entertain such kental keladi asshole macam kau, berani tag tapi tak berani letak name. itu namenye &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kedi number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. berani berbual berani tanggung air muke. tak berani jgn even start. anyway, happy eh ko?? kutuk aku? you don't see yourself as paranoid meh?? comment until 3 times?? and i just simply couldn't bother about you till the 3rd and final time...?? if i were you, i'll get bored and tired of commenting already. kau ni fanatic ehk?? cukup lah.. ape kau achieve by it?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;?? kalau satisfaction kau byk then proceed lah okay?? kau layan diri sendiri je laa.. berbual pasal duit pulak.. and trust me, don't start about money, that's one topic we respect everybody's personal issues &amp;amp; income. aku byk duit ke sikit tu aku nye pasal. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takder menyusahkan laki bini bapak tiri mak moyang kau per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;so i suggest you stop bothering me coz sampai bile lagi kau nak step kau ni winner? coz you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU'RE ONE KEDI TAK SEDAR DIRI USING ANONYMOUS NAME AND CRITICISING PEOPLE'S PERSONAL LIFE WHO'S YOUR LIFE ITSELF IS ALREADY FUCKED UP FAG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku actually dah malas nak layan kau tapi sebab kau da over tu pasal aku post ni.. don't think so negative lah k, it's just words..&lt;br /&gt;lain kali nak comment, letak lah name jadi orang2 pat luar tu tak terase because it wouldn't be nice tu just blast anyhow.. harap paham situasi aku ni. till then, enjoy your new hobby ok? hope it's fun enough for you. so glad people found happinness in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRYING HARD&lt;/span&gt; looking for my mistakes. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HONORED!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i'm not scared at looking at your face, i'm just disgusted. No offence though, i really couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-7466831992066885897?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7466831992066885897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=7466831992066885897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/7466831992066885897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/7466831992066885897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/reply-to-ms-anoymous.html' title='A reply to Ms Anoymous.'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-7181161094581114271</id><published>2008-11-13T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:02:17.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss my ngage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-7181161094581114271?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7181161094581114271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=7181161094581114271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/7181161094581114271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/7181161094581114271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/ngage.html' title='ngage'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-2683458885310612767</id><published>2008-11-10T10:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:47:40.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EP Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;had another EP day at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marsiling &lt;/span&gt;yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;this time around the MP was my idola, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MR HAWAZI DAIPI!&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;from young this uncle has been a very good fatther figure both to the community and to my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;adik aku skolah, saman aku [hahah!!] sume mintak tolong dier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;maklum la, keluarge kurang kewangan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;anyway, had a short and simple drill, bomb threat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;my job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;simple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMAND &amp;amp; CONTROL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ayway, here are some pics to show the drill..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SRefRQowpgI/AAAAAAAAADU/4-I70cz23iI/s1600-h/DSC03562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SRefRQowpgI/AAAAAAAAADU/4-I70cz23iI/s400/DSC03562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266853408105604610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SRegEbfE4ZI/AAAAAAAAADs/xy0TibpncZg/s1600-h/DSC03575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SRegEbfE4ZI/AAAAAAAAADs/xy0TibpncZg/s400/DSC03575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266854287191105938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SRefnksKKgI/AAAAAAAAADc/OXPl5WWDSzw/s1600-h/DSC03569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SRefnksKKgI/AAAAAAAAADc/OXPl5WWDSzw/s400/DSC03569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266853791445690882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SReghyFiijI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rnlpjCajzhY/s1600-h/DSC03576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SReghyFiijI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rnlpjCajzhY/s400/DSC03576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266854791474219570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SRef0lKLy5I/AAAAAAAAADk/GyLfAKW406Q/s1600-h/DSC03571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SRef0lKLy5I/AAAAAAAAADk/GyLfAKW406Q/s400/DSC03571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266854014909926290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-2683458885310612767?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2683458885310612767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=2683458885310612767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/2683458885310612767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/2683458885310612767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/ep-day.html' title='EP Day'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SRefRQowpgI/AAAAAAAAADU/4-I70cz23iI/s72-c/DSC03562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-6865246165281039278</id><published>2008-11-07T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:44:19.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired day and a sicky day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh damm..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a killer day man.&lt;br /&gt;no doubt i have intentions to go club and enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 23 bro, you've been the greatest..&lt;br /&gt;kau jage aku macam adik kau sendiri and i hope the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GMAX &lt;/span&gt;doesn't shrink your balls..&lt;br /&gt;actually, aku pun tak nak naik, i'm not afraid of heights but the thought of having plunged down and up very fast, scares me..!! its like my heart is there and i'm down here!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hope you enjoyed the day.. the sheesaing was fun. for you lah sin, aku plan last minute with the guys. thanks &lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;AZHAR, ZAI, SUDIRMAN, HUSSNI, LUKMAN, MAHESH, LYDIA, SID, FAI&lt;/span&gt; for coming along on such short notice. and bloody hell, whoever says that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;volcano &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;air adik-adik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"?? ah kau lah badigol.. aku ngan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ROY &lt;/span&gt;minum sampai tak habis siol!! kau masih leh amek share aku lagi! and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;jaiger&lt;/span&gt;.. mangkok.. hahaha!!! anyway, fun is fun, hope you have a great time bro. thanks for letting me get your birthday started!! oh and yes, the manhattan fish market birthday singing song celebration wasn't supposed to start off that earlly!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to another friend, happy 22nd to you..&lt;br /&gt;and you look like a lost soul yesterday outside 7-11!!&lt;br /&gt;but funny lah you, still recognized me..&lt;br /&gt;take care!! have a good year ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now me..&lt;br /&gt;back to the bed..&lt;br /&gt;super sick..&lt;br /&gt;coming down with a flu, fever, cough, cold...&lt;br /&gt;i hate this state of health..&lt;br /&gt;sneeze till hidung mcm bawang..&lt;br /&gt;cough till tekak pecah..&lt;br /&gt;headache till like dunno what..&lt;br /&gt;went to NUH this morning and guess what, like deja vu like that, was in the fever facility for a while and came along my very great small lil' nursing buddy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;MARINA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;this is the second time already she took care of me at A&amp;amp;E..&lt;br /&gt;last time around was way back in march where my temp spike 42deg..&lt;br /&gt;this time not so much uh.. but the fact that she's there to help me, awwww that's so sweet..&lt;br /&gt;thanks beb!! i owe you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now back on bed..&lt;br /&gt;on a friday..&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, one more thanks..&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;HIDAYAH &lt;/span&gt;for the new shoe..&lt;br /&gt;you knew i love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PUMA &lt;/span&gt;shoes and the one the one that you bought for me was the nicest ever in my collection!&lt;br /&gt;to date, i have had 6 puma shoes.. no ripoffs ayte..&lt;br /&gt;but none of this is as nice as my new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PUMA ROMA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks chubbs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-6865246165281039278?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6865246165281039278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=6865246165281039278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/6865246165281039278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/6865246165281039278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired-day-and-sicky-day.html' title='tired day and a sicky day..'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-555224149166781420</id><published>2008-11-04T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:14:23.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another day of work..&lt;br /&gt;with no freaking calls...!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired of this..&lt;br /&gt;tired of waiting for calls..&lt;br /&gt;i think there's one day, i shall test the system, come to work without my gear..&lt;br /&gt;then murphy's law will come to place,&lt;br /&gt;"when you least expect it, it will come to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn, y am i always, constantly labelled??&lt;br /&gt;1 word DENIAL.&lt;br /&gt;makin hari makin bingit aku..&lt;br /&gt;nonstop action ngan hidup aku yg sengsare ni..&lt;br /&gt;mane diek tu, mane diek ni, mane si sane, mane si sini, macam-macam ader..&lt;br /&gt;if being expressive is a sin, then i'm sure everyone will go the same way as me, hell.&lt;br /&gt;i need to be myself and somepeople are just restricting me...&lt;br /&gt;wth kann??&lt;br /&gt;my opinions, my life..&lt;br /&gt;live and learn..&lt;br /&gt;don't be snobbish...&lt;br /&gt;unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;this goes to you, if you feel it..&lt;br /&gt;but don't terase, really, i know some people will,  if you're not then it's not you..&lt;br /&gt;these are insecure people, if you're not then it's not you..&lt;br /&gt;some people just had self-esteem issues, if you're not then it's not you..&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, otherwise, otherwise, don't bother, phoof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new 501, brown &amp;amp; rugged..&lt;br /&gt;i need a new esprit, black&lt;br /&gt;these two things up in my closet next..&lt;br /&gt;tapi kan, kire-kire gaji aku...&lt;br /&gt;ermmm..&lt;br /&gt;cukup2 makan ajer sak..&lt;br /&gt;NS is such a waste of time..&lt;br /&gt;gaji kenit ajer..&lt;br /&gt;tapi kan, i respect my fireman.&lt;br /&gt;gaji 800, can give family money, can pay bike, can give anak makan, can buy clothes and can enjoy lagi!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;mcm siak..&lt;br /&gt;very good example of saying, "if there's a will, there's a way"&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a part time job..&lt;br /&gt;tapi limited uh, KFC? MAC? PH? tapi rider penat sak..&lt;br /&gt;jadi office boy lagi rabak..&lt;br /&gt;kire2 duit sampai mata kayroh siol aku nanti.&lt;br /&gt;nak jadi phone operator?&lt;br /&gt;boleh uh, tapi ader kang aku maki caller yg irritating nanti..&lt;br /&gt;jual anggur tak kan maju.&lt;br /&gt;jadi waiter??&lt;br /&gt;uh aku tau, balik tu bartending!!&lt;br /&gt;tapi tu ader CPF..&lt;br /&gt;mcm maner uh!!&lt;br /&gt;tolong aku lah decide..&lt;br /&gt;tapi kan, keje restaurant/bar/club gaji bomb siol..&lt;br /&gt;amcam?&lt;br /&gt;HRC? Pump room? Clinic? Kandi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da lah..&lt;br /&gt;need to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;nanti bangun kene blast lagi..&lt;br /&gt;kene panggil jantan kaypoh lah, sundal...&lt;br /&gt;dah naik jemu..&lt;br /&gt;tgh standby ajer ni..&lt;br /&gt;need all the energy to confront the labels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: i need to trance!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-555224149166781420?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/555224149166781420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=555224149166781420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/555224149166781420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/555224149166781420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/denial.html' title='denial'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-2699194509958920319</id><published>2008-11-03T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:09:45.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have i moved on??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;have i moved on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it seems like it..&lt;br /&gt;maybe yes?&lt;br /&gt;maybe no?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps yes?&lt;br /&gt;or more to no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the first place, y should i?&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing to start out with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the question still, have i freaking moved on?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, you decide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to work..&lt;br /&gt;work work work..&lt;br /&gt;tapi tak kaya kaya..&lt;br /&gt;gaji cukup2 makan..&lt;br /&gt;pangkat same juge.&lt;br /&gt;office same.&lt;br /&gt;sume same.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not workholic but  i do, do my work with full dedication.&lt;br /&gt;diligently infact..&lt;br /&gt;that's how i progress..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wasn't putting full effort back at secondary school..&lt;br /&gt;cukup L1R4 17, L1R5 21..&lt;br /&gt;one more to JC,kalau tak, dah senang, after NS masuk uni..&lt;br /&gt;skrg tgk lah aku.&lt;br /&gt;dah merane..&lt;br /&gt;nak masuk UNI pun susah.&lt;br /&gt;nak gi overseas lak mahal..&lt;br /&gt;aper nak jadi ngan aku..&lt;br /&gt;stop at DIP?&lt;br /&gt;mangkok..&lt;br /&gt;bile mau maju..&lt;br /&gt;aku suke tgk orang2 melayu kite suceed..&lt;br /&gt;be it ITE or even just plain Cambridge certs.&lt;br /&gt;tgk abang2 reservist aku, byk dah stable and they only have NITEC..&lt;br /&gt;tu pun must put in alot of effort..&lt;br /&gt;but with cert, you can go far with minimum experience..&lt;br /&gt;entahlah eh, maybe i should just start working after NS, fight like a man to earn a living..&lt;br /&gt;but fact is,i'm tired of  fighting..&lt;br /&gt;i want it easy..&lt;br /&gt;but i always say this&lt;br /&gt;"the only easy day was yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;so see how, yet to decide..&lt;br /&gt;byk pressure on aku to further my studies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whoever who wants to progress to further education,&lt;br /&gt;good luck.&lt;br /&gt;hope you do good..&lt;br /&gt;remember,  it's not how much or how hard you study, it's how smart..&lt;br /&gt;read the summary and you'll go thru...&lt;br /&gt;trust me, it works..&lt;br /&gt;even if it was a day before your exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-2699194509958920319?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2699194509958920319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=2699194509958920319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/2699194509958920319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/2699194509958920319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-i-moved-on.html' title='have i moved on??'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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drive us around..&lt;br /&gt;go enforcement at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;westmall&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;kasi budak2 ku cuci mate sikit.&lt;br /&gt;then at night, i ask 2 of them to follow me out for firepost inspection..&lt;br /&gt;dah mcm kental sak can't use &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO Pump&lt;/span&gt; to go out for inspection.&lt;br /&gt;so i get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOM &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAN &lt;/span&gt;to ride along with me, in our smart 4!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;dorang aper lagi, happy uh dapat kua station enjoy the cold breeze.&lt;br /&gt;so we went along, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CCKFP, BPFP&lt;/span&gt; tapi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BTFP &lt;/span&gt;tak pegi.. malas, jauh, menakutkan..&lt;br /&gt;then we rode all the way to woodlands so that i couldgo home to get my stuff scoz the next day also on duty, cover for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LTA Chris&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;For a night duty, the fact that we could go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukit Panjang Plaza, LOT 1 &lt;/span&gt;nd maner2 lagi uh,buat my life in station a great one!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;thanks you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i love my firemen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, hand over duty, to ROTA 3 pulak..&lt;br /&gt;this time around, belum sempat aku nak tido, ader call..&lt;br /&gt;dah balik call, nak tido lagi, ader lagi call..&lt;br /&gt;and this carry on for 4 freaking time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 x oil spillages, 1 x switchboard fire, 1  x house onfire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasib baik house fire tu kecik..&lt;br /&gt;cabinet ajer terbakar..&lt;br /&gt;and talking about this switchboard fire, the place i went to, soooo cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;byk maatsallehsiol. it's a classy condo and every seems to be in halloween mood..&lt;br /&gt;aku nampak weird looking bunnies, grim reapers, devils, pumpkin heads and the best thing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIREMAN&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;what has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIREMAN &lt;/span&gt;got to do with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;he was wearing this spandex plus a kemaje without buttoning up and plus the fire helmet.. not forgetting a fire hose as his "walking stick"&lt;/span&gt;!! mcm kental..!! hahaha. and lagi best, nak amek gambar ngan us, ok lah, soot saja dah.. adik dier pun hot, jalan terus uh budak2 aku..!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the night comes,  ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LTA Fiasal&lt;/span&gt; to take over me..&lt;br /&gt;need a breather..&lt;br /&gt;lapar lagi..&lt;br /&gt;so i called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TED, HAN&lt;/span&gt;..jumpe dorang pat town..&lt;br /&gt;jumpe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAYANA &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ESPLANADE&lt;/span&gt;, ajak aku tgk cite &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;coffin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mangkok.. aku dah tak suke cite hantu.&lt;br /&gt;org belanje, aku amek jer lah..&lt;br /&gt;tak pernah2 aku pompuan blaje tgk wayang except for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHUBBS&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;after that, ingat nak masuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARENA &lt;/span&gt;tapi pikir balik, takpe uh, thursdaypun going there so no point..&lt;br /&gt;lagi tempat ader class, aku paka serabai [mcm biase juge]&lt;br /&gt;so we went to eat at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spize &lt;/span&gt;then pas tu balik..&lt;br /&gt;kat station, aku tido from 4am to 2pm today sak!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;pancit gile..&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrowi'm working somemore..&lt;br /&gt;perharps when i say iwanna keep myself busy, thisis getting too busy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway, tomorrow back to basic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the same old routine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recapping last Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;i still can't remember y i was fucked "jantan sundal"&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, maybe i am..&lt;br /&gt;that's y ppl hated me..&lt;br /&gt;so does the people around me..&lt;br /&gt;i like bo layan with my own attitude already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHUBBS &lt;/span&gt;once told me, " you're beautiful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eusoff&lt;/span&gt;,very.. but your attitude will pull you down somewhere in the future..."&lt;br /&gt;so how no? change?&lt;br /&gt;or let it be and sleep the problem off hoping to wake up as a brand new guy?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost..&lt;br /&gt;every minute..&lt;br /&gt;missing people..&lt;br /&gt;buddies,&lt;br /&gt;friends..&lt;br /&gt;families..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILHAM &lt;/span&gt;@ taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MECHI &lt;/span&gt;@ England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mimi &lt;/span&gt;@ london&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SID &lt;/span&gt;@ camp [24/7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAS &lt;/span&gt;@ school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MYA &lt;/span&gt;@ Burma [home town baby!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just miss the people im so comfortable with..&lt;br /&gt;i just hope they come back soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and yes, I've repent..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it's hard to believe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but i do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and i'm proud..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I'll stop disturbing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i try..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;hope you do good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;take care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-3782612900722610881?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3782612900722610881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=3782612900722610881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/3782612900722610881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/3782612900722610881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired.html' title='Tired..'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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time and end it up early..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"If I die tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; What would I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; On my last day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I know I'd wake early &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; In the morn' for crack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Of dawn's last pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Then prolly go for breakfast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Like I used to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Fried kuey teow FAM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; And roti canai at Raju's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; With my boo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; And friends from way back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Neighborhood homies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Extended fam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; They only know me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; As that same cat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; With that shaved head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Rocking Cross Colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Sneaks to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Writin' rhymes at the back of class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Playing tricks on fools &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Then I'd come back to the crib &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Tidy up a bit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Y'all know my room's messy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Though classy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Start arrange my ish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Line up my shoes one by one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Start with Jordans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; And end with them Air Force Ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Put a Post-it on the tongue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Of each one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; With the name of each dun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I think I know my homies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; And who would want which one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Get on the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; And holla' at everybody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; It's nearly noon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Gots to have lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; With the family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Then spend the last day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Try do a million other things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Hoping somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Time will slow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I guess what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I'm trying to say is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Take everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Like it was your last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Work towards your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Before you pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; And have a blast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; While you at it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause we don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; When we go go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; So make the best of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just keep it real to yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And to all people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; If y'all lost somebody before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember there'll be a sequel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Well if I die tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Where I'll be tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Nobody cry please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Push away the sorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Cause I ain't been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; The best of men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; The best of friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; The best of mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; And daddy's last son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; The best of anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Tell Joe here's a last one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; If I die tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Would I be forgiven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; By all the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I been slackin' with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; When I was livin'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Those who I hurt their hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Took advantage of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; And even lied to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Hug you one last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; For forgiveness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Yeah I would like to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; If I die tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Would you feel the loss? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow would you dial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; My number by accident &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Then suddenly... pause? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; If I die tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I wonder who would get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; To keep my caps and shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Jerseys, even my little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Stuffed crocodile Coco too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Get my cell phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Message everyone from A to Z &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Tell 'em this ain't Malique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; He passed away last night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; And pray he rest in peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; If I die tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Would you think of my room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; When you see blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Wanted to clean it up this morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; But then I never knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; If I die tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; What would happen to Tim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; How long would it take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Before she kissed another man?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; God damn... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; At fast food joints &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Would she still order &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; The same combo meal for two? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Things I wish I knew... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A cute lil' thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; To many eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;To me you were simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; A beautiful thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I tell no lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;We went from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Mere invisible friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; To pals real tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Rendezvous up on the net &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To chitty chat all night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I used to pick you up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Until you got your own ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; A slammin' two door whip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; A grey 36-72 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Lookin' all slick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Remember when I asked why this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; You said because it's real fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; So you can rush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; To see your boy after class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; The last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; We met was '01 September &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; You left feelin' upset over... something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I can't remember... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I never apologized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Till January 10th 2003 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; When I heard you passed away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; When I was deep in my sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Your loss taught me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not to take my friends for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misunderstandings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Gotta slam it quick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Death you never plan it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; You're sorely missed down here Wawyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Rest in peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This too shall pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; But our true friendship will never cease... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-8840207912202745934?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-116786101495275178</id><published>2008-10-31T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:17:38.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alahai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tak kene gaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i fell, again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hope you doing good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;da kene maki tapi takper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;as long as you're doing good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"it sped past me, seeing the dneirf on it... almost chase it if it wasn't someonei knew was on it.. took the next turn home... feeling jaded... can't forgive myself.. can't wake up to a good start anymore, w/o these 3 words which says, i forgive you... how long more will it last.. this city's small, toss and turn, i'll still bump to it somehow.. i hope somepeople knew how sincere i am.. nontheless, a hypocrite is still a hypocrite.. if i was stigmatised as such, i'd known reactions coming from the people around me.. take care dear friend.. i think i did my part enuf... the rest is up to you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;anyway, changing now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;going to work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;what a great start to my duty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HRCT and back to station..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;aku malas nak check lotus ku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mesti byk karenah OC snipes aku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;there it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a great night to end, not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-116786101495275178?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/116786101495275178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>wth</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keyword..&lt;br /&gt;miscommunication&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-737289341080693920?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/737289341080693920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=737289341080693920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/737289341080693920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/737289341080693920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/wth.html' 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/&gt;motor ku dah repair..&lt;br /&gt;gerek..&lt;br /&gt;thursday haloween??&lt;br /&gt;alamak..&lt;br /&gt;dress up dress up eh.. mangkuk..&lt;br /&gt;tgk lah mcm maner eh..&lt;br /&gt;tak nak feel at the wrong place lagi..&lt;br /&gt;but wtf, i am what i am..&lt;br /&gt;fuck the humblism..&lt;br /&gt;people stepped on you like you are the core of the earth and there's no sympathy at all..&lt;br /&gt;this is not me..&lt;br /&gt;i'm fucking cruel and i don't care what people thing..&lt;br /&gt;coz one or two who left, the leave with a scar so i couldn't be bothered anyway..&lt;br /&gt;while i didn't have a scratch gives me the liberty to enjoy my life to the fullest again..&lt;br /&gt;don't mimic my actions and counter the words or feelings..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't fuck you up, retaliating only means you're a.. ermm you know what...&lt;br /&gt;so i take this time to apologize again for whatever i find i did wrong..&lt;br /&gt;even though people may beg to differ, knowing what i felt about was true, to a certain extend but i shouldn't be given this type of drastic treatment.. i find it unfair but i've learn, no matter how unfair life is, life's defiantely a bitch, we just gotta deal with it..&lt;br /&gt;i may have my share now but maybe in the future?? hope it's good..&lt;br /&gt;some people just need to go somewhere and think, think about life..&lt;br /&gt;not you, don't terase...&lt;br /&gt;think about how they treat people..&lt;br /&gt;if that's the way you live by then that's the way you should lead by..&lt;br /&gt;wrong or right, it's a consequence on a case by case basis...&lt;br /&gt;i never blamed you, i blamed myself..&lt;br /&gt;you're not someone, you are just another one..&lt;br /&gt;another normal person, same like me..&lt;br /&gt;but i choose to react in a soft approach..&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's my way..&lt;br /&gt;your's not wrong either...&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i find it hard to accept it, comming from you..&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;hope we all live like normal now..&lt;br /&gt;i'll pretend not to know you...&lt;br /&gt;i believe you'll do the same too..&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;br /&gt;no more disses...&lt;br /&gt;no point..&lt;br /&gt;this is my last..&lt;br /&gt;it's not even a diss to start off with..&lt;br /&gt;it's an opinion of my life..&lt;br /&gt;so don't start coz this is my stop..&lt;br /&gt;like i always do in my pump "PL441, stop for location... case of... resolved by..."&lt;br /&gt;so this is where i stop for location..&lt;br /&gt;peace..&lt;br /&gt;no more fightings...&lt;br /&gt;if you want it, don't involve eusoff anymore..&lt;br /&gt;there's no eusoff.&lt;br /&gt;there's no eusoff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-896648918345804358?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/896648918345804358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=896648918345804358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/896648918345804358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/896648918345804358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/rept.html' title='REPT'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-963105499923917850</id><published>2008-10-26T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:16:00.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind full of stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm on bed now, tossing &amp;amp; turning but can't seem to sleep!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;goddamit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;something's on my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and i have to let it go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but how??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't live knowing that i have a friend who's angry or unhappy with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;just like HAMM the other day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but i think this will drag on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and i can't get it off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;any help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aku mcm pikiran..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pikiran mcm maner nak luper ni sume...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dah lah eusoff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you do what you do best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sleep ajer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-963105499923917850?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/963105499923917850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=963105499923917850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/963105499923917850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/963105499923917850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/mind-full-of-stuffs.html' title='mind full of stuffs'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-178408065030095962</id><published>2008-10-26T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:49:30.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just some advises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we have to understand y some people react or acted in such a way..&lt;br /&gt;if you never take your time to understand it, or if you never take the initiative to do so,&lt;br /&gt;most likely you'll understand the story one-sided.&lt;br /&gt;so that is y there's such thing called human sociology or psychology...&lt;br /&gt;where understanding human behaviour and actions, are essential...&lt;br /&gt;it teaches us not to stigmatized, stereotype or label an individual.&lt;br /&gt;in short, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-178408065030095962?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/178408065030095962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=178408065030095962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok done.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've edited it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this should be the last time you visit my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go on, enjoy your day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks and sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-171233488814154465?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/171233488814154465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=171233488814154465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/171233488814154465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/171233488814154465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/dah-edited.html' title='dah edited'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-2192185695727040286</id><published>2008-10-26T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:25:05.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Thing Is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time dalam hidup aku, ni lah kali pertama aku cant wait to bllog!!&lt;br /&gt;mcm siak..&lt;br /&gt;before i even resume, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;YUNIRA&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna get things off my chest..&lt;br /&gt;i think i over reacted..&lt;br /&gt;i think i over show her care..&lt;br /&gt;but i admit, i've been an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;made her feel awkward..&lt;br /&gt;trust me, if i could, i never wanted this feeling too..&lt;br /&gt;it was just unfortunate that it came along.&lt;br /&gt;gile per aku nak bercouple again??&lt;br /&gt;i've told myself before that i won't get attached after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIDAYAH&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;maybe not till i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORD &lt;/span&gt;and get my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not myself lately...&lt;br /&gt;expecting much from a little friendship..&lt;br /&gt;but all these, has gone..&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna get hurt again..&lt;br /&gt;neither i want her to be upset all the time..&lt;br /&gt;be happy girl..&lt;br /&gt;i'll be happy if you're happy..&lt;br /&gt;be someone you love and like so much..&lt;br /&gt;it's not about the guys..&lt;br /&gt;it's not about you..&lt;br /&gt;it's about what my heart wants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selfish kann aku ni??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is life..&lt;br /&gt;nothing concerns more than that little piece of meat..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be sad anymore..&lt;br /&gt;but loosing a fren like her will make me sad, all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i'm caught in a dillemma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;loose a fren and i'll be unhappy and she'll be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep her and i'll be happy and she'll be unhappy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nontheless, a decision has to be made..&lt;br /&gt;im glad i passed the 12mn mark with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hope my prescence shows something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i really made her feel wrong but that is when feelings are involved..&lt;br /&gt;maybe sooner or later that feeling goes away, it's time that i can chit-chat with her all again.&lt;br /&gt;i missed the times when i sent her off, chill pat playground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;lay on her thighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;jokes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;smoke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;share stuffs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;merepek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;stroke my hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;and best, slept while talking on the phone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think it'll never be the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i doubt she even know my blog existed, but i'm lost when she said that someone said that she&lt;/span&gt; made used of me?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTH &lt;/span&gt;kann??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe she misinterpreted.&lt;/span&gt;. but whatever it is, let me be clear, i didn't clearly see that coming at all..&lt;br /&gt;i do it coz i wanted too..&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;singapore flyer&lt;/span&gt;, maybe it was an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ajak- ajak ayam&lt;/span&gt; but i was serious coz it's your birthday..&lt;br /&gt;and birthdays, esp 21st are meant to be with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;i had my best birthdays this year, and all along..&lt;br /&gt;never failed to have tons and tons of people coming to celebrate along..&lt;br /&gt;but i feel for her.. that's y i feel like doing something for her..&lt;br /&gt;and if the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B&amp;amp;J&lt;/span&gt; is a no go then i'll just live by it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i doubt she even wanted it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not by me at least..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i feel i wasn't caught in this life..&lt;br /&gt;be purely out of love and still have fun with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dissappear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's what some people say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but is that really what i wanted??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no i don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to see her and at the same time, loose that lovely feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;snap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* i noticed mulut aku belopong when typing this.. lalat masuk jek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will she give me a chance?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt it..&lt;br /&gt;i doubt anything and everything..&lt;br /&gt;nasib i'm not going dbl o this week..&lt;br /&gt;so at least for sure i  know i won't see her down again..&lt;br /&gt;but i hope she'll call me if she's not herself..&lt;br /&gt;i want to see her home in one piece, safe and sound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;my dear FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i'm sorry i fall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;it shouldn't have happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and i didn't expect it coming anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i wouldn't want to loose a friendship, not with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;but i think my actions crossed the line..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;so i'm taking this time to apologize if i've sinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;my words, actions and thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll still irritate you though!&lt;br /&gt;aku suke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much that i wanna say but i'm too tired to type..&lt;br /&gt;but i'll try out abit more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;i'm not and not gonna express feelings for you anymore, except that i still love you as my buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i do, still love you buddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau lah partner in crime aku..&lt;br /&gt;so far i've known you, twice you've cried on the phone with me..&lt;br /&gt;and i know you trust me..&lt;br /&gt;i hope you still do..&lt;br /&gt;i know myself, even if you're drunk, i'll never do anything to you..&lt;br /&gt;i'll never take advantage of you..&lt;br /&gt;if to the extend i'll take you to a room after a tired day out, trust me, i won't be on the bed with you..&lt;br /&gt;hard to believe?&lt;br /&gt;try me..&lt;br /&gt;but i know myself..&lt;br /&gt;i'm stronger than this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aruah nenek aku kasi aku name eusoff for a reason sak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be strong and not easily influenced.&lt;br /&gt;so i hope you still have that amount of trust for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's still in hosp..&lt;br /&gt;kalau aku nak makan, teman aku can?&lt;br /&gt;but i try to control myself, not to ask you out alot of times..&lt;br /&gt;maybe a week once or twice??&lt;br /&gt;luckily i'm not the lepak kinda person, so civic will be out of my league..&lt;br /&gt;i think i should make myself busy..&lt;br /&gt;work and back and work and back and sleep..&lt;br /&gt;sleep my problems off..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i missed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIDAYAH &lt;/span&gt;too, that care &amp;amp; concern she had for me even after we're off..&lt;br /&gt;she still call me to say take care at work..&lt;br /&gt;she called me in the middle of my training to say hi..&lt;br /&gt;she brought me many2 things..&lt;br /&gt;too many that it's uncountable..&lt;br /&gt;i'll treasure those..&lt;br /&gt;bt we both moved on, so take care chubbs..&lt;br /&gt;you know, we are still friends..&lt;br /&gt;and the baju raya, the choice of colour is spot on..&lt;br /&gt;i like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and coming back,&lt;br /&gt;so here it comes,&lt;br /&gt;my plans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;chill..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;stay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;friends only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;FRIENDS ONLY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and hope everything will be forgotten..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;i wanna hug you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;a birthday hug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and a kiss on your head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;smell your escada off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;but too bad, this type of situation, not gonna happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;so, i can just wish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying sak..&lt;br /&gt;lagu &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;on my mp3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"maybe it's true, i'm caught up on you...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;ya right, keyword, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but give me more time, i hope not..&lt;br /&gt;nah it's not..&lt;br /&gt;forget all my other enteries, this is real..&lt;br /&gt;my life, my story..&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters..&lt;br /&gt;not what people said..&lt;br /&gt;so if you do ever come across this when you're free, take it in good faith that i'm trying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care..&lt;br /&gt;and have a happy 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-2192185695727040286?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2192185695727040286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=2192185695727040286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/2192185695727040286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/2192185695727040286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-thing-is-here.html' title='The Real Thing Is Here'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-6247643774102142348</id><published>2008-10-24T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:42:20.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CBR400</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;i've changed to a CBR 400!!!&lt;br /&gt;FJ8135T&lt;br /&gt;Look Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-6247643774102142348?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6247643774102142348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=6247643774102142348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/6247643774102142348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;maybe it's true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think i gave up on you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you win..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;good luck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-9111785598587522967?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9111785598587522967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-3857698778616978276</id><published>2008-10-20T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:21:39.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku bingit!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y do some people can't realise that the most beautiful thing for them is right in front of them??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y do some people like to walk in a tunnel where there's no light at the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y do some people ignore the truth and carry on the fake front..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;most importantly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't get your precious heart broken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-3857698778616978276?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3857698778616978276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=3857698778616978276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/3857698778616978276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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0);"&gt;happy day today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but end in a shit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boi&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday gathering at swensens's marina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;just the few of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;just the few of us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;had a delightful evening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here are some of the pics to show the memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy 30th &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boi&lt;/span&gt;, letak lahh name anak kau "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eusoff&lt;/span&gt;".. mesti hensem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPu1aBjXQxI/AAAAAAAAABI/vUT7e9Jqe8w/s400/DSC03425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258996448583172882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPu1QVeFVlI/AAAAAAAAABA/tEz_1d1UkbE/s1600-h/DSC03431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPu1QVeFVlI/AAAAAAAAABA/tEz_1d1UkbE/s400/DSC03431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258996282131043922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPu1JywOVdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QzhKyt-VxJI/s1600-h/DSC03424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPu1JywOVdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QzhKyt-VxJI/s400/DSC03424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258996169732675026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPu0-kYQqjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rjNT7XBdfPA/s1600-h/DSC03423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPu0-kYQqjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rjNT7XBdfPA/s400/DSC03423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258995976895506994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After that met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;kechik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;at marina, she came over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;kite nak tgk wayang, merate tempat siol cari takder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;marina tutup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the cathay tutup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;somerset cathay pun tutup!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mcm tak puas hati aku nak cari wayang!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;kehulu, kehilir.. tak de yg buka siol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pas tu dah bingit, gi makan kat newton coz si boncit tu lapar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;after that went over to woodlands jumper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;fyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lepas tu, tragedy strikes!!&lt;br /&gt;motor aku hang!!&lt;br /&gt;it literally hang, i cant start it!!&lt;br /&gt;abes uh ni..&lt;br /&gt;ku tunggu about and hour or so and then, WALAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;boleh start lak, tapi the kick start is loose..&lt;br /&gt;motor ku dah bobok lak!!&lt;br /&gt;aku rase cepat2 gi repair sikit lebih kurang then jual uh..&lt;br /&gt;tukar CBR400 kesayangan aku..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ku nak tido ni, besok nak gi kedai motor lagi..&lt;br /&gt;kalau jadi, besok juge aku jual!&lt;br /&gt;chalo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-1561201782847579470?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1561201782847579470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=1561201782847579470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/1561201782847579470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/1561201782847579470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-bois-birthday.html' title='it&apos;s BOI&apos;s Birthday!!!'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPu2CTuDAeI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZuHfd-oySgQ/s72-c/DSC03447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-7526391374503187119</id><published>2008-10-19T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:54:02.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB's Wet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;been and back to JB just now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;soaked wet.. nice weather to sleep tho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;was thinking bout her recently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why am i bothered??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;impossible!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;godammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway, bought 3 DVDs, and one of it is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;farid kamil's&lt;/span&gt; show, hope its a nice one uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i bought 2 mini cigars cherry and vanilla.. maybe can give her one later since i told her about it before.. and i bought 2 chewing gums too, ahhh, can give her one also since she's sick, cheer her up abit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway, later go marina celebrate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday.. i really need the exposure.. too cramp up with ife right now.. need air... need air!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-7526391374503187119?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7526391374503187119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=7526391374503187119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/7526391374503187119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/7526391374503187119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/jbs-wet.html' title='JB&apos;s Wet...'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-7296521122672169017</id><published>2008-10-19T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:02:11.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;i was so down yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;then this lil angel asked me if everything's fine? am i ok? anything bothering me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;i mean, she never asked me these type of questions before you know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;and then after i logged off, 5mins later comes a msg like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;"go on, be that way. it's funny how someone who keeps telling me to be strong and all... but when things started to backfire, he didn't do what he told others to do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; then 2hours later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;"are you asleep? can i apologize for somehow i virtually yelled at you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not the kinda guy who fall but when someone tell me these, i'm like so moved laah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway, enjoy your day girl.. don't hafta bother bout me, seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-7296521122672169017?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7296521122672169017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-3245344366487791475</id><published>2008-10-18T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:13:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the date is 18th October 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku kadang2 tgk si kechik and their entire gin-gang blog, mcm rindu lak zaman aku kat poly..&lt;br /&gt;it used to be blogging regarding me &amp;amp; my girlfriend and our lives but est then, blogging has been way off my league.. tapi aku tgk si dorang ni sume blogg mcm fun gitu. nak gaduh boleh, nak puji boleh, nak tunjuk kerinduan pun boleh. mcm multi-purpose lak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i dn't blog regularly, ppl don't read my blog and i like that. mcm org nak tau pulak hal ehwal hidup aku. so this blog, which has been ghostly for the past year is actually a good avenue for me to talk about my life, all over again.. tgk uh mcm mane nanti, kalau semangat aku type lah, kalau tak then takper. english aku pecah, melayu aku lagi jahanam! so see lah how, mungkin aku berbual french kat sini lah.. harap2 to those people who actually bother to read it understands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aku pun don't bother nak betul2 kan background ke template blog aku, infact, i rather had it plain and simple, just how i want my life to be. study, get degree, work, get promoted, find girlfriend, settle down and forget about the past and live life till i'm old, retire, have kids or should i say have kids then retire, have grandchildren and then die. simple life for a simple boi, i say again, BOI... yup too boish mindset to even fall in love.. never seem possible for me.&lt;br /&gt;the girls i really love looking at, be around with, have fun and enjoy with seems to be attached to their own syg's and life. so ya, it's back to square one for me.. so in case people asked, i'm single, available but not gonna be attached, for a long period of time until i found that lady i really want. or darn, that line is soooo oh so common. simply said, if i that someone can show me that i can fall again with her then she's the one. actually i have that girl now but i'll never confess to her, never, no oh no.. the next thing i know, she'll kick my balls off!! and then leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;so ya, aku harap the regular bloggers dont drop by, i don't want them to know what's happening in my life. it keeps the mystery out of them. so i'm a challenged to befriend with. yup, that's me.. a question mark in everyone's mind.. i myselff is clueless bout myself.. don't whether to go or not.. this was way diff from me last time, taking chances and risk like nobody's business!! but now, i'm scared to put a foot into anything.. afraid to jump and fall.. afraid i can't pick myself up anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, i need companion..&lt;br /&gt;someone to pamper me, to tell me what to do..&lt;br /&gt;my mum's in hosp.&lt;br /&gt;my dad won't talk to me till i do something severly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;my 1st sister, don't bother..&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd sister is too young to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;my elder brother, maybe i'm the one telling him what to do.&lt;br /&gt;my fav grandma passed away earlier this year&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my grandad is only proud of my achievements.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my gf..&lt;br /&gt;i have many brothers.. but they are guys and sometimes you need that femanine directions in you.&lt;br /&gt;i can't rely on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yunique&lt;/span&gt;, she's too good for me.. and she's liking some other guys, i dnt think she'll ever jump for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nas &lt;/span&gt;is busy with school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mya&lt;/span&gt;'s migrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;azee&lt;/span&gt;, well good bet but we've lost our connections thru the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suzy&lt;/span&gt;'s with ted..&lt;br /&gt;so in me, i have none..&lt;br /&gt;i want some..&lt;br /&gt;i want something..&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's the missing-link in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;a girl..&lt;br /&gt;well, some people may think i'm a despo or something but u try, not having someone to love, its heartbreaking..&lt;br /&gt;and aku pun choosy..&lt;br /&gt;tak nak yg ini, yang itu.. mcm mane mau maju??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit lah..&lt;br /&gt;seems so nice i can talk on blog..&lt;br /&gt;without any criticism..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll infact try it over a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yunique&lt;/span&gt;'s angry with me..*&lt;br /&gt;sorry girl...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dayana&lt;/span&gt;'s sick*&lt;br /&gt;take care girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shakila&lt;/span&gt;'s doubting me*&lt;br /&gt;you're still young lah girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-3245344366487791475?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3245344366487791475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=3245344366487791475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/3245344366487791475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/3245344366487791475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/date-is-18th-october-2008.html' title='the date is 18th October 2008'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-7489700542896872561</id><published>2007-12-26T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:42:51.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 things about me and my girlfriend.</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 things...&lt;br /&gt;juz 30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. I love my girlfriend more than i love myself at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. At times i miss my girlfriend too much i could shake or just freeze to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. sHe's the first thing on my mind when i wake up in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4. sHe's the last thing on my mind before i go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5. I miss her everyday even when we just bid our goodbyes 5 mins ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6. Saying goodbye at the end of the day brings me a heavy heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7. I get sick when he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;8. My heart loose pounds when hers does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;9. My heart literally beats for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;10. I get paranoid of ever losing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;11. The thought of losing her brings chills down my tumourious spine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;12. I want to be selfish and say that i want her love only for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;13. I want to be selfish and say that she can love me, and only me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;14. I want to be selfish and say that i want to be the only boy he thinks about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;15. I want to only be the one she would ever lay her hands on, or the last that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;16. I don't want to be demanding fearing demanding means losing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;17. I hate it when he looks at boys better than i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;18. Basically i just feel soo insecure if he looks at boys, other than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;19. I hate to hear her past with boys, although i want her to hear mine, to let him know that I'm my best with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;20. I get insecure when she prefers this than that scared that the that being me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;21. I get uncomfortable when she compares me with other guys, need not be his ex-bfs, just other guys. It's just a funny feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;22. For the fact that i trust her, i do have my insecurities and insecurities just means that i have that soo much feel for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;23. I get scared when she gets angry and start to talk to me like I'm one of his friends. Sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;24. My heart shrinks when she raises his voice at me, need it for the better or worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;25. I love the way she holds my hand. I feel that I'm in good hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;26. It feels really good when she pat my back and say "It's going to be ok". Because I know it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;27. I want her to fight for my honour as i know i'll fight for hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;28. I'll slap and bite any assholes who tries to take her away from me. (scary huh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;29. I want to give her all the affection she needs even at times affection is not a thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;30. I just want a day, where i could go live at BBC news. Tell the whole world. That all i'm asking from this gurl is some love, care, affection, honesty, sincerity, trust and understanding between us because I have a whole lot of them for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm not a perfect boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But i guess in some ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;No boyfriend can be like i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;From Me to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Loving you from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;No turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-7489700542896872561?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7489700542896872561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=7489700542896872561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/7489700542896872561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/7489700542896872561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2007/12/30-things-about-me-and-my-girlfriend.html' title='30 things about me and my girlfriend.'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-9100041780286620714</id><published>2007-12-26T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:23:46.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Lines And It Means Alot</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hidayah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sunny sky,&lt;br /&gt;my constant lie,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My hug so warm,&lt;br /&gt;my love like a storm.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My sweetest gift,&lt;br /&gt;my emotional lift,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My strong armour,&lt;br /&gt;my ultimate lover.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My mulling companion,&lt;br /&gt;my white stallion,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite pastime,&lt;br /&gt;my valuable dime,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My cutie pie,&lt;br /&gt;without you I'd die,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My big bolster,&lt;br /&gt;who loves talc powder,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My nice smeller,&lt;br /&gt;my constant dweller,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My blog posts,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when talking i can doze,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite critic,&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts can be sick,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My coke light,&lt;br /&gt;my hero so bright,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My dance partner,&lt;br /&gt;our memories shall linger,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My self-insecurity,&lt;br /&gt;my own confidentiality,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My drug morphine,&lt;br /&gt;with you I'm always laughin,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My wife material,&lt;br /&gt;my god this is for real,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite gossiper,&lt;br /&gt;my heart leaper,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My regular palpitations,&lt;br /&gt;my cause of meaningful actions,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My hot-fudge,&lt;br /&gt;without that I won't budge,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My only one,&lt;br /&gt;without you I'm none,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My crying baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be your lady,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My doublecheeseburger,&lt;br /&gt;a favourite cup-corner,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My orgasm peaker,&lt;br /&gt;I know I can make you go weaker,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My teddy bear,&lt;br /&gt;my reason to flare,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My inferior factor,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a good actor,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My quarreling partner,&lt;br /&gt;but not a shouter,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My will to drive,&lt;br /&gt;my companion in life,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My out-of-leaque admirer,&lt;br /&gt;my heart burner,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My heart warmer,&lt;br /&gt;without you I'd be a loner,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My eye-catcher,&lt;br /&gt;my faith believer,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My only one,&lt;br /&gt;without you I'm none,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My time keeper,&lt;br /&gt;my love deeper,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My redbull drinker,&lt;br /&gt;my tension healer,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite patient,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a bit action,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My certified nagger,&lt;br /&gt;with a sensitive clutch lever,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My punching bag,&lt;br /&gt;my constant lag,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My emotional support,&lt;br /&gt;my feelings never abort,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My bad boy,&lt;br /&gt;my little coy,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My amazing kisser,&lt;br /&gt;mine not any lesser,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet talker,&lt;br /&gt;my sacred healer,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend,&lt;br /&gt;until the end.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;my destination,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My shining light,&lt;br /&gt;my day &amp;amp; my night.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My heart healer,&lt;br /&gt;my anger chiller,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My pain reliever,&lt;br /&gt;my relief fever.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My handiplast plaster,&lt;br /&gt;my voice blaster,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My constant nagger,&lt;br /&gt;my to be bragger,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My gem so rare,&lt;br /&gt;my answered prayer,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My heart &amp;amp; soul,&lt;br /&gt;my heart made whole.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My merry-go-round,&lt;br /&gt;my up when I’m down,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My best chance,&lt;br /&gt;my last dance.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My best shot,&lt;br /&gt;my empty slot,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My energizer,&lt;br /&gt;my appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My early morning sun,&lt;br /&gt;my late evening fun,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My dancing partner,&lt;br /&gt;my heart's gardener.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My source of laughter,&lt;br /&gt;my ever after,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My heaven sent,&lt;br /&gt;for who I meant.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My burning fire,&lt;br /&gt;my greatest desire,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My soul mate,&lt;br /&gt;my sweet fate.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My dream lover,&lt;br /&gt;my before all others,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My confidence,&lt;br /&gt;my common sense.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My true love,&lt;br /&gt;my only world.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To my never ending First Date,&lt;br /&gt;my one till late,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My significant other,&lt;br /&gt;my one lover.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Just in case you didn't know,You meant that much to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eusoff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-9100041780286620714?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9100041780286620714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=9100041780286620714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/9100041780286620714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/9100041780286620714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-lines-and-it-means-alot.html' title='2 Lines And It Means Alot'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-3919276420572643900</id><published>2007-12-24T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:23:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being happy...</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy to see her happy..&lt;br /&gt;but it hurts me to see her nhappy.&lt;br /&gt;and it cut me real deep if she is rude to me over obvious things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm eusoff..&lt;br /&gt;dunno if my life is worth living...&lt;br /&gt;i have a girl..&lt;br /&gt;the most wonderful girl i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;after what happened between she and her passr-by..&lt;br /&gt;things ar e back to normal..&lt;br /&gt;at least near normal...&lt;br /&gt;she ended up back with me..&lt;br /&gt;but i believe her  memories with him is hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;i believe she's still thinking about him and how he made her happy..&lt;br /&gt;i believe...&lt;br /&gt;but whatever  happen is that he show his true colours way too early in their relationship..&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, that's not what i wanted to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;i want to blog about feelings..&lt;br /&gt;feelings that are very useful in someones life..&lt;br /&gt;feeling of being loved..&lt;br /&gt;being cared...&lt;br /&gt;being comforted..&lt;br /&gt;we all need to know if we are being loved..&lt;br /&gt;and for a fact..&lt;br /&gt;we all also need not need to be treated in a rude way..&lt;br /&gt;but my girl, loves being rude..&lt;br /&gt;it's like it's implanted in her body..&lt;br /&gt;she cant stop but being rude..&lt;br /&gt;she's stubborn too..&lt;br /&gt;stubborn and rude, not really a good combination for a person..&lt;br /&gt;it means the person is trying to be independent..&lt;br /&gt;trying to stand up by themself.&lt;br /&gt;which is good..&lt;br /&gt;but not good if it affects the other party.&lt;br /&gt;i cried i silence if she's rude to me..&lt;br /&gt;i cried in silence if she's stubborn..&lt;br /&gt;actually, being rude is mch more painful.&lt;br /&gt;it shows lack of concern for the partners feeling..&lt;br /&gt;this is not about the past anymore..&lt;br /&gt;this is about now..&lt;br /&gt;i juz want one favor from her..&lt;br /&gt;which is not to be rude..&lt;br /&gt;treat me like how she treat the passerby..&lt;br /&gt;i'm good now..&lt;br /&gt;y cant i deserve that treatment..&lt;br /&gt;i tried in everyway possible to make her happy in this 2 weeks leave i have..&lt;br /&gt;i deserve some credit..&lt;br /&gt;i dnt wanna cry again.. cry over her behaviour..&lt;br /&gt;its really taking on it toll...&lt;br /&gt;all i want is juz for her to listen to me..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't ask for much.. nothing she cant do but she just forces herself not to do.&lt;br /&gt;it saves alot of talking and unhappiness if she would juz use that effort to do it..&lt;br /&gt;saves us the troubles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my girl..&lt;br /&gt;i juz want her to be happy..&lt;br /&gt;so much that i wanna be laisze-faire, i still wanna control abit of her life..&lt;br /&gt;like her behaviour..&lt;br /&gt;it's like so destructive to other people..&lt;br /&gt;esp me.&lt;br /&gt;but if it makes her happy doing what she wants to do, then by all means.&lt;br /&gt;Love - it's not what you get, but its what you can give...&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if i'm hurt...&lt;br /&gt;it's a matter of is she happy or not.&lt;br /&gt;im not here to ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to make her life better.&lt;br /&gt;a path i choose on top of other things..&lt;br /&gt;it is taxing but i wanna show love to her..&lt;br /&gt;something she've long wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline is,&lt;br /&gt;i just want her to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;love you baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-3919276420572643900?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3919276420572643900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=3919276420572643900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/3919276420572643900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/3919276420572643900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-happy.html' title='being happy...'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-7891883570447916510</id><published>2007-12-16T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:18:35.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comeback Blog.'/><title type='text'>Heartbreak Kid</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey people...&lt;br /&gt;as of today, whatever post i had in the past is all history..&lt;br /&gt;history as in really can put it in the O-levels history papers.&lt;br /&gt;as in that HISTORY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of things happened in my life..&lt;br /&gt;ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;i enlisted to the army&lt;br /&gt;i'm single&lt;br /&gt;hidayah met a new guy&lt;br /&gt;my bike spoilt&lt;br /&gt;and many many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i last posted, i juz dnt find the thrill to blog anymore becoz i can juz talk to people freely.&lt;br /&gt;but after what happened in the last 2 months, i feel like i got no-one to talk to except to turn back to my blog, which people perceived it as dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hear i am..&lt;br /&gt;back to basics...&lt;br /&gt;back to blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARMY...&lt;br /&gt;a significant part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;made me change into a better person.&lt;br /&gt;i passed out from BMT as leopard platoon 1 best recruit.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, i'm top in SITEST lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to girls...&lt;br /&gt;hidayah is unfaithful to me..&lt;br /&gt;her reasons were true..&lt;br /&gt;becoz i didnt treat her good last time.&lt;br /&gt;and she doesn't want me to stay becoz she scared that i'd brake her heart all over again.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously changed, for the better. not becoz this dzul come along.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to change on my own accord... when i realizes that i sshould appreciate my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;and when i do, she do so many things to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;talk to him on the phone everynite...&lt;br /&gt;go out with him almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;go east coast with him,&lt;br /&gt;go starbucks with him&lt;br /&gt;go sentosa with him&lt;br /&gt;go vivo with him&lt;br /&gt;go out late night with him&lt;br /&gt;go club with him twice..&lt;br /&gt;and all of these she lied to me, big time!!!&lt;br /&gt;week in week out, the famous "i didn't contact him lah"&lt;br /&gt;all lies!!&lt;br /&gt;i cnt believe it..&lt;br /&gt;but all this, i nvr blamed her..&lt;br /&gt;i nvr said she's all to be blamed..&lt;br /&gt;though she admits her infideliticious, i nvr really take it as her fault.&lt;br /&gt;i take it as mine..&lt;br /&gt;for my past mistakes, for my lack of attention when i'm in NS.&lt;br /&gt;but i prayed hard..&lt;br /&gt;i cried hard..&lt;br /&gt;i sobbed hard..&lt;br /&gt;i kissed her feet to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;i kneel infront of her to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even do it to my mum lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;i sacrifice alot for her since recently&lt;br /&gt;but she always say that, it's only recently...&lt;br /&gt;it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon lah, if you can love me all over agin b4, y now cnt when i'm so good??/&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you guys, these is what she wants...&lt;br /&gt;she wants to try and live a single life [which i know she can nvr suceed]&lt;br /&gt;she wants to try to date someone who has a profile [that guy is a nat'l silat guy, i'm juz a soldier]&lt;br /&gt;she wants to do anything w/o being restricted [club, club, club]&lt;br /&gt;she wants to be like everyone else. [nurses influences are strong]&lt;br /&gt;but all these can be achieved if she's with me now..&lt;br /&gt;but she just don't see it..&lt;br /&gt;i juz begged her for one thing, let me love her..&lt;br /&gt;nothing hard for it..&lt;br /&gt;i told her, "be with him all you want, just let me love you"&lt;br /&gt;"don't have to love me back".&lt;br /&gt;c'mon people, if you were me, this girl did this much to you, will you still stay??&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...precisely..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still here..&lt;br /&gt;not that i have to..&lt;br /&gt;not that i think there's stil hope..&lt;br /&gt;not that i think she'll come back..&lt;br /&gt;but with the sole reason of juz loving her...&lt;br /&gt;juz to see the beauty of loving a girl so much..&lt;br /&gt;something i've longed to do for a very2 long time..&lt;br /&gt;and i searched all my 20 years of life, that Nurhidayah Bte Alwi S8731672F is the girl who i want to give my love to.&lt;br /&gt;my concience are clear,&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have to love me...&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have to be with me...&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have to care about me..&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have to notice me...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm giving her all the love that's in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;pure fresh pink love.&lt;br /&gt;i can do that willingly you know...&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately that she is a girl that i once loved and still love now..&lt;br /&gt;how can i make her not love me??&lt;br /&gt;the one and only way is to let her be with dzul all the time..&lt;br /&gt;she'll forget me..&lt;br /&gt;she'll learn how to cope with my abscence.&lt;br /&gt;but am i cruel??&lt;br /&gt;i really want to leave her...&lt;br /&gt;i want to go like i was before..&lt;br /&gt;sleep around..&lt;br /&gt;fuck around..&lt;br /&gt;club around...&lt;br /&gt;dnt have to care about literally anything...&lt;br /&gt;not even family and friends..&lt;br /&gt;be the bad playboy everyone knows me as...&lt;br /&gt;but am i that cruel?&lt;br /&gt;i vow to change..&lt;br /&gt;i want to change..&lt;br /&gt;not for anyone, but for myself..&lt;br /&gt;i maybe going OCS, something that i've wanted since i know i have to serve NS.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i go in, i hope i can forget about everything and start my life a new.&lt;br /&gt;hanky-pankying have long been stopped..&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can stop loving...&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can forgive myself for what happened..&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can live a fruitful life..&lt;br /&gt;get married with a person who loves me so much..&lt;br /&gt;have kids..&lt;br /&gt;2 girls, 1 guy...&lt;br /&gt;live in a zen house...&lt;br /&gt;have a big car...&lt;br /&gt;toyota rush maybe..&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;that's in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back to reality..&lt;br /&gt;she's at PS now, gonna watch movie with him..&lt;br /&gt;alvin and the chipmunks..&lt;br /&gt;i told her yest that i wanted to watch that with her juz yest...&lt;br /&gt;she said she's with him, sis, bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;c'mon peeps, who vote she's lying??&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15&lt;br /&gt;who vote she's not??&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3...&lt;br /&gt;yar....&lt;br /&gt;we all know..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not gonna doubt her..&lt;br /&gt;i cnt..&lt;br /&gt;she dnt let me to..&lt;br /&gt;and now, she's watching movie with him,&lt;br /&gt;then later wanna meet me..&lt;br /&gt;they went fort canning park..&lt;br /&gt;somewhere i wanted to bring her on our 2 years, along with a ring...&lt;br /&gt;but no, he have to bring her there...&lt;br /&gt;so now gotta find somewhere new...&lt;br /&gt;but anyone here reading this [if there is anyone] thinks i'll still see her in the next 2 months??&lt;br /&gt;i don't know too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates...&lt;br /&gt;she juz msg me..&lt;br /&gt;she made up her mind with him..&lt;br /&gt;so you see where i stand??&lt;br /&gt;i'm down to the lowest..&lt;br /&gt;she accepts him as her boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;i hope she's happy with him..&lt;br /&gt;i wish her the best of wishes..&lt;br /&gt;to him, dont push her around...&lt;br /&gt;she'll leave you like she did to me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sobbering..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno whether i can handle life anymore...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i juz feel like dying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is it..&lt;br /&gt;she still loves me...&lt;br /&gt;but she wanna take a chance with him..&lt;br /&gt;knowing he can make her happy...&lt;br /&gt;but believing that i too can make her happy in the future..&lt;br /&gt;she said "do you think i can be happy w/o you around"&lt;br /&gt;i said "no"&lt;br /&gt;and she said, "you see, i cant be happy w/o you around, but i want to be happy, and if he can make me happy then be it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted is juz for her to stay..&lt;br /&gt;it won't hurt...&lt;br /&gt;i won't hurt her..&lt;br /&gt;he should have juz left so there'd be no chance for her to love another guy..&lt;br /&gt;she knows i can make her happy..&lt;br /&gt;but too bad this guy come along..&lt;br /&gt;so there she goes...&lt;br /&gt;leaving me with ease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh dear god,&lt;br /&gt;please give me strength to go thru life all over again.&lt;br /&gt;please give me hope to live.&lt;br /&gt;please give me chance to prove that i'm that good of a person.&lt;br /&gt;please protect my heart from heartbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;please make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;if let be, let her see the light...&lt;br /&gt;that i'm the one truly loving her till death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;protect my family, give them a peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;hope you can see to my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Amin"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-7891883570447916510?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7891883570447916510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=7891883570447916510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/7891883570447916510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/7891883570447916510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2007/12/heartbreak-kid.html' title='Heartbreak Kid'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-115315798536681478</id><published>2006-07-18T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:39:45.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a DAy With My Sisters... At Last...!!! Hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life can't be as happening as mine lah..&lt;br /&gt;2 girls, 1 guy...&lt;br /&gt;passer-by's imagination runs wild!!&lt;br /&gt;what the heck, we don't give a damm...!!&lt;br /&gt;buttcheeks, sweet cheeks, simply plain teasers, pain in the ass and a whole lot of charateristics can only describe maybe lets say 1/3 of our personalities combined!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the story of 3 siblings...&lt;br /&gt;sit back, enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;representing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hot babes and dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P4102199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/P4102199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;errr...&lt;br /&gt;rewind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;that's better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0138.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grumpy azee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"can we share this cheese fries???&lt;br /&gt;pleaseeeee....???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0136_r1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0136_r1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ah forget it!! [i ended up stealing anyway]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"hey sis.. wanna hear a secret not??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0141_r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0141_r1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's a habit to clean up after eat...&lt;br /&gt;"azee, i wanna tell you a secret...&lt;br /&gt;"i ate sis's cheese fries"&lt;br /&gt;shhhoooohhh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"ah what is it  azee?? that bugger ate my what??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0171.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0171.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0171.0.jpg"&gt;"should i juz kill myself becoz he stole my precious fries??"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i think i should"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0159_r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0159_r1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"hey azee... sis is going to kill her self you know...&lt;br /&gt;we should ho find her now!!&lt;br /&gt;lets run!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0151_r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0151_r1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we are still running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"hey stop...!! i think i @#$%@#$% see her over there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"oh sis... you are going to kill yourself over me stealing one fries??"&lt;br /&gt;"yes bro, yes... so dissapointed in you... this mount paragon is the best place for my soul to rest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"no sis, no!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;so how guys... you think she fell off mount paragon???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0164_r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0164_r1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nah, how can that be??&lt;br /&gt;supereusoff was there to save her from falling!!&lt;br /&gt;see her grabbing to superman's bag??&lt;br /&gt;the legendary invita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0169_r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0169_r1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but unfortunately, due to some unforseen circumstances, supereusoff forgets to drink his maintainence strawberry milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0188.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so they both fell flat onto the roof of a building while flying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"eeeeekkk, are you'll all still alive??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P4102200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/P4102200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"if i can still do this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"and i can make this face..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/101_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/101_0190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"hell yeah we are still alive.. and kicking!!!"&lt;br /&gt;so there's it guys..&lt;br /&gt;the story of the trio...&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for the next episode!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P4102195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/400/P4102195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"thx guys for viewing this episode of dude and babes, see you soon??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-115315798536681478?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/115315798536681478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=115315798536681478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115315798536681478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115315798536681478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-with-my-sisters-at-last-hahaha.html' title='a DAy With My Sisters... At Last...!!! Hahaha'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-115195479243279115</id><published>2006-07-04T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T03:26:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she fucking hates me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how i wish i could tell her that i want her back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but each time i tried to, i'll sure stumble over some pebbles and mumble other things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i want you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you know who you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;why are you being so mean to me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;why are you still so degil..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so many times already you said you are gonna change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but where??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;on your tag says from your freind "kau dah pandai..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ya, you changed, that direction..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bet with me you'll go club again??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you'll say, bet you won't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that's what you said last time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sometime your words are hard to believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;is it juz me, or is it just your words...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;am i so choosy on trusting??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i trusting my instincts like some trust their karma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i trust my instincts that if it dies, i'll die too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but hey wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm talking about trusting people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no, it's not hard to earn my trust...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i repeat, earned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not demand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so work on it ladyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you may not trust me too but i don't know about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so if you don't let me know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'll do something about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;worst still is i tell you but you over there pretends like nothing happened???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but i'll stay here by you no matter what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no matter what you bullshit over your arena about me or maybe me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no matter what you assume that is false..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no matter what you wanna take me as..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm still here waiting for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you always asked me a question that i will always treasure answering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"y don't you make me mine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bonus question on my part coz it's not easy to answer but yet we both know the reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i still loves you, i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but i don't want to be caught in a situation where i'll always have to be the one suffering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it breaks me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;alot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and it's not sweet to be like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i don't look good if i'm not in the mood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm not that happenning anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i want you to listen to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i want ou to do things i said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tell me i'm demanding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;coz you are worst..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm juz demanding the minimum from a girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and please... people said you look hot going to MOS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;eeewww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i know what they mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wake up and realise what he meant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;unless you really want cheap relationships, go for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i won't say anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i mean, why must now then say you're hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;why? see you bra strap also so hot??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what have he seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;when i did long time ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i don't trust you, simply said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i need proof..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what you do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;juz makes me wonder alot and i don't like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what msgs you claimed to have sent, i don't trust you unless you show me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm not trying to be demanding again, i'm juz skeptical about things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yet again brings you guys to me, not being easy to trust people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so until you do show me those stuffs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'll not trust you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;maybe i care too much to see proofs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;maybe i shouldn't bother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i don't know uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but the problem is already there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i cared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;like nothing else matters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i do care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but ou don't see it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you see it as i assuming things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it's juz me maybe, i don't trust you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;weeetz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i have alot of make ups to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;needa tell this people this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;needa tell that people that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so i can make my life more peaceful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my finicial life is killing me right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;needa sort out what to do in the next 2 weeks or so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and freaking PH isn't allowing me to work 4 days a week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;f PH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my bike is another concern..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my books..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;now i'm broke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;as in literally broke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;can i ask for donations from those well to do ones??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;joking joking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but hell yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm stuckeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i know i'll be able to carry on my day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and the day after i'll say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the only easy day was still yesterday...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so yah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i love you.full stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-115185901018320114</id><published>2006-07-03T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:50:10.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute couple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/400/11186021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aren't We Juz CUTE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;it's a pity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-115185901018320114?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/115185901018320114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=115185901018320114' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115185901018320114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115185901018320114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/07/cute-couple.html' title='cute couple.'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-115185553987787166</id><published>2006-07-02T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:52:19.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a period of some hectic feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i think starting from now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it'll be "yes this.. yes that.. yes everything..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i think i can't play any part of being persistant anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not that i'm surrendering to defeat. juz that i'm trying not to make matters worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;both of us are working towards 1 aim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so yah, someone has to compromise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if i'm wrong then i'm wrong. but if you are wrong, i'll still say that you are right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'll let you make use of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;let you to have the feeling that guys are under the queen's control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;respect my lady's words and actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;doesn't matter what the outcome will be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;don't try to change anything that is factual here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i don't like it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sometimes i feel so down in arelationship that i felt like leaving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you asked me so easily "you have a change of heart?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"you like someone else?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"you wanna leave me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;how i wish all those answers were yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but no i didn't say that coz i noe what i wanted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i want you and nothing else matters but whenever i felt like i had you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we fought and it's almost all becoz of your arrogance and big headedness and usually i'll be one dumb fuck to say "sorry dear" or "it's ok uh, i'll take back my words" when i can also be as big headed as you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whatever lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;too many knots are still entangled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you sure you still wanna undone it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;do something lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;please do something about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you said you are trying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but like for 1 perfect example that happened on 02/07/06 roughly around 6.56pm my lovely dear said "y should i tell you that i'm going out?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i was like woooow!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ok fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so in the first place don't get mad or worried when i don't tell you that i left home already or where i went to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;another fact was at one moment, you said "i'm gonna go shower but not going out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but after shower, you called me back, "i'm going hougang mall for dinner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What the muthafucking fuck??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in the first place, i never ever in my 18 years of life stopped anyone to fucking gor for a fucking dinner!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y must lie to me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;is this another "it's a matter of time situation?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;can't you juz say that i'm going for dinner after my shower??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or is it it juz crossed your mind during shower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you mean something huge like having dinner doesn't affect your life before your shower that you could forget it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when you yourself told me "i haven't eating a grain of rice nor a sip of water for the past..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;like i said, i'm going to be "yes this, yes that to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;make you feel powerful in this relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so if you are trying to even argue with me over this issue, you can take it back coz you'll already know what i will say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and yes one more thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;from now on, if i were lah to ever be keeping any secret lah eh, like say call my ex's or something. i'm not gonna tell you until you find out and when you do, it'll be "it's a matter of time that i will tell you"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dumb fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eusoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-115185553987787166?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/115185553987787166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=115185553987787166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115185553987787166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115185553987787166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/07/period-of-some-hectic-feelings.html' title='a period of some hectic feelings...'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-115174356445041149</id><published>2006-07-01T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:46:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has been... wonderful.. uhmmm.. boring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;what has happened to my life in the past few weeks??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1] i failed a freaking VTP becoz of some political problems.. [not becoz i was dumnb]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2] i ended my attachment with a smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3] had some fun times with new people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4] went to MOS ][first time, but damm boring.. not my type]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5] i turn broke.. [yes i do]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6] i become single [in case you guys doesn't know]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7] my bike has many freaking problems now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;8] ULP ended and all my group mates passed!! [and i have a wonderful co-mentor]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9] my hp spoiled!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;basically all those happened in a short span of 2-3weeks uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i failed my VTP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sianz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;how could that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AWOL??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yeah maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but then of all things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;failed my nursing care component when i got patients going up to me saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"you're the best, you're the angel here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;how could that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i was more than happy in fact becoz i knew i excelled in that ward but due to some politics.. i failed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yes i ended my attachment with a smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;paeditatrics is jussuper fun uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and NUH ward 47 staff is super happening uh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;love them uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;though never do much for in the ward but i noe i enjoyed there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;play with kids..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;screw with the nurses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;slack with the students..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;criticising doctors..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the long 3hour orientation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the slides at the playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and the sleepless minutes in the super large staff room!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;juz super fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;went to MOs yesterday with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOI, LYDIA, SOO TING, FION, WENDY, CHUBBS, BAVS, BENITA, VIKKI &amp; LINA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my entrance is paid for thatnks to CHUBBS, thx my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yeah.. had fun at certain times uh with them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but enjoyed most when i was with her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hold her tight if i could..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;she's ain't my girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MOS is not as fun as you all think uh,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;only thing is that it has all genres playing in it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that's all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;music wise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RNB side, boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trance side.. simple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RETRO is yes-no boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so yah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;how i wish CHINABLACK is still up uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;never mind uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;there is still madam wongs and OBAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yes i turn broke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;officially broke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;attachemnt has got me crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;everyday take bike go there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;full tank RM18 can only last me 3freaking days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;petrol has been draining my pockets recently uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but never mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;let me get a hang of it uh and it will all be fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yes i became single..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;she asked and yes i accepted it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;now i'm in the phase of repatching uh but how??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;many knots are still undone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so must tie up all those things first before i can go back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;she must also stay true to her words uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i must too for mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;being single is juz so heartbreeaking for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i see her being more and more wilder nowadays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i can't control her anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;those veterans will know what i mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;she ain't listening to me and saying that "if only i was your gf"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yalah yalah.. use that as a reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i want to be with her back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i've done many things too in this short single life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i think she also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;must get a hang of life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;list of stuffs i have done to my bike since day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-change my small neutral light [$2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-change my left back signal light [$2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-change my speedometer lights [$10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-change my wiring for my front lights [$6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-change my engine oil [$32]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-change my coolant [$18]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-change my 2T [$9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-change my side mirror [$15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-lower my fork [$15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so yah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;it has many freaking problems..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and the left farring is almost detached now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and my headlights are spoiled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so yah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;get the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;don't get KR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the other day skiided infonrt of causeway point..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;luckily nothing happened to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-115174356445041149?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/115174356445041149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=115174356445041149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115174356445041149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115174356445041149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-has-been-wonderful-uhmmm-boring.html' title='Life has been... wonderful.. uhmmm.. boring...'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-115112200847093378</id><published>2006-06-24T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:06:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arrogancy and attitude..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;aw shiatz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my baby is a victim of a silent hypocrite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;or make it hypocrites..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but what can i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i can't possibly tell her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;she wouldnt accept it if i were to say who..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but at the same time, i don't want her to fight with the about me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i can see that hypocrite got the same problem with me also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;with my baby everytime saying "dunno lah, cannot lah" and stuffs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but the only thing is that he didn't tell that to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but i did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;like i tell her before... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"if no-one dare enuf to tell you, i will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but proven fact that the hypocrite also state a line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When us listeners say, "stop thinking about it, go out, have fun, think about other stuff, have fun with us." It means stop talking about it because talking and thinking about it just makes it all worse."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;shows that they ain't wanna be direct to my baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;y put up a fake front??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to my baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i told you before that you have to change and accept things positively and of course sometimes have to accept the facts and don't be hero and say otherwise becoz you'll never know who will find you kerek and arrogant... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;becoz seriously what matters in all your arrogancies and big headed is what people think about you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;if you don't find what's impiortant about what people think, then there is no such thing as pride and dignity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but unfortunately in this life, there is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;people control their pride and dignity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i believe you have it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but you are scrapping it off bit by bit day by day becoz of your attitude..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i thought i was already an attitude problem kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but at least i control my dignity and pride..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yaya i know you'd say "who say i don't control my dignity and pride" rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ya well, you know who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;most of the people around you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it's just they don't tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;well you don't have to believe me lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but wait until one day you'll loose one of the most important thing in your life, which is friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then you'll know what it feels like to be arrogant and big headed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but like i say, no need to take my words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you also said that what i say must do rite??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;think about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;whatever i say now, will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;think think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eusoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-115112200847093378?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/115112200847093378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=115112200847093378' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115112200847093378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115112200847093378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/06/arrogancy-and-attitude.html' title='arrogancy and attitude..'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-115070775421173515</id><published>2006-06-19T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:02:34.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i think i miss her alot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but i doubt her otherwise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nvm uh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i think she also have enuf of me already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm still single...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and not available...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;coz i'm waiting for a girl i knew since way back in poly 1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;considered a close friend uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but i think she's going for other cute guys she founded again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so yeah, i'm gonna lay back and relax and hope it'll all come down to me, again, one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyway, misses to my chubbs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;take care of yourself ok dear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eusoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-115070775421173515?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/115070775421173515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=115070775421173515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115070775421173515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115070775421173515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/06/misses.html' title='misses'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-115054488914725252</id><published>2006-06-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:48:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at last...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after 3months and 15days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my relationship ended...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in a turmoil i can't even explained..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blamed for being un-appreciative and unrespectful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is it juz me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to all the girls out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm not worth to be any of your boyfriends, i supposed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unable to do what a real bf hadda do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't be late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;admit to her mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cannot win in any arguments [even if it's proven otherwise.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yadda yadda yadda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so yah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm single..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not available..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;juz trying to get a hang back on my own life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can go out late nights w/o restricitions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get to know girls w/o getting into trouble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can pillion girls w/o having thinking otherwise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so crazy life i have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clubbing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so long already never go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe must stuck hooking up with all pals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very hard to go out with &lt;strong&gt;NAS &amp; AZI&lt;/strong&gt; last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like never before when i was i a relationship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went oout crazyily with them yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ate at shaw's mini KFC, MAC, TACO, PIZZA &amp;amp; LJS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4pcs chix, 2 cselow, 2 whipped, 2 personal pan pizza, 2 medium drinks and 3 regular drinks for 3 people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha.. dunno y got so much drinks also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, i love them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;has been sometime since i last get to go out with them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway.. F's got a big boost when i broke out with my chubbs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it dopesn't matter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he got his karma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll get mine.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and wth is AS doing in everyone's blog???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;come to think about it, it may juz be sum people using his name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, no more hustle up thugs fopr me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now is party time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;got bike already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time to go riding and explore singaopre's roads!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/400/IMG_2204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; My KR!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-115054488914725252?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/115054488914725252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=115054488914725252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115054488914725252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115054488914725252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-at-last.html' title='Life at last...!'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-115029358497979224</id><published>2006-06-14T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:59:45.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ULP has ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULP is over, a chapter of my red cross life is out... Can't wait to see my juniors &lt;strong&gt;JAMUES, JIA WEN, KALAI, IRSYAD&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Qi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wen&lt;/strong&gt; pass out on the 24th!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Felt so much emotional between me and my group. Me and &lt;strong&gt;EVONNE&lt;/strong&gt; had strive our best to keep the group up. From 14 members to 5 members. A great deal of demoralisation but we strive. We sacrifices sleep, fun and food for the better of the improvement of the group. And i beleive both she and me felt great satisfaction for Charlie 3 who managed to endure the tormenting sleep-deprived camp together. it's juz too much to say... i juz felt the love between them. Mentors and mentees... so hard to be separated. Taught them how to do things properly, how to act properly and in the end i suffered, y? Coz i can't leave them due to the immense bonding between us. I'm in particularly proud of &lt;strong&gt;IRSYAD&lt;/strong&gt; from being so day dreamer to being someone who can speak up and be responsible for his actions... For others, &lt;strong&gt;KALAI&lt;/strong&gt;, you are such a sweet girl, quiet but handle your job well as FnB. I was amazed that you managed your stuffs well, well done girl. &lt;strong&gt;JIA WEN&lt;/strong&gt;, very funny and smart, make use of it to lead alright? You are another responsible girl, must really excel with those attributes alright? &lt;strong&gt;QI WEN&lt;/strong&gt;, very on and into stuffs... I admire your influences to the group. You are my best in terms of executing programmes. Very quick in actions too. &lt;strong&gt;JAMUES&lt;/strong&gt;, my fully equipped chairperson. Take the role of chair at a last minute thing... and able to shake off after both ormer chair and v.chair withdrawed... To &lt;strong&gt;EVONNE&lt;/strong&gt;, my fantastic co-mentor who aided me alot in my project to boost C3's morale, so happy for you also. i'll like to work with you in the future.  i'm so much happy for you for being able to execute your days. teamwork my boys and girls, is by far, the most efficient way to lead a group of people. and with that, i end my say about my wonderful group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-115029358497979224?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/115029358497979224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=115029358497979224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115029358497979224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/115029358497979224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/06/ulp-has-ended.html' title='ULP has ended'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114777458244497161</id><published>2006-05-16T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:21:28.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i've made a mistake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;a huge one that is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;read her blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;she doesn't trust me anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;even after we have talk things thru..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;cried together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;said i love you together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;she still have that grudge against me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;now i'm living in a relationship full of false hopes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;she regretted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;whats the point of staying together like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i don't get the point..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;this is about me, yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;but she really never give me chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;after so many things she did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;lie to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;keep secrets from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;all those.. many more to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mine was juz basically friendstering an old fren..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;which inculdes miss her.. [which i really mean as a friend]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;maybe ride her around [i was not serious anyway]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and dunno what else coz i don't bother about the msg anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i juz want her to know this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm not stupid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;if i were really making up a relationship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;would frenster be a medium?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;here where i have many pictures of me and my girlfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;here where i know my girlfriend would spy to peek who msg me, view me and stuffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;here where she knows my passsword...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;here where i know that it'll be vulnerable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i know all those things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;but is till go with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and have to force myself to take full responsibility that i'm really serious in the msg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i could have juz hook her up over the fone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;why didn't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i tell you why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;coz it was juz a 2minute thingy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i never bring forward what i wanted to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;which really means, i don't care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and i know you don't buy that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;you only know one thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;to get back at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;gave me the chance to explain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;but never took the chance to believe me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;stop, think, reflect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;tell me whatever i said in this paragraph is not true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i was left hopeless trying to hang on to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;coz i know that you are not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;you are juz trying to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;not wanting to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i know i ask for a split..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i asked trying to ease the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;coz i know you wouldn't want to see me anymore after this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and you'd go with it too ryte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;you'd say ok ryte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;you think loving me was a mistake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;loving you never was a mistakefor me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;msging her was a mistake but not following it thru wasn't a mistake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;giving you my password for everything wasn't a mistake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and best of all, staying with you isn't a mistake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm sorry that i msged her in that manner you think i was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm sorry for breaking your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm sorry for myself for being so dumb to stick thru you even though you broke my heart big time, many times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm sorry for loving you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and i'm sorry for making you love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114777458244497161?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114777458244497161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114777458244497161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114777458244497161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114777458244497161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114746141917162244</id><published>2006-05-13T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T03:16:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>preparing for the worst...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i think my time is near..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i think she's breaking up with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hard to live with some thoughts lingering in my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i cannot blame her for this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if she evr wanted it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'll have to say yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and live like every other normal people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the talks we have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the love we share all gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i have to say that it's a wonderful experience becoz i now she had hers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if i have to let her go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it'll be years more to come if i ever were to have another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i was single for 2 and a half years before her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'd guessed i'd be 5years single if i'd be off with her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i want to know from her straight to the eye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that i'm the one for her and she'd never let me go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;coz i won't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i know her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she'd wouldn't say it if she don't mean it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;like the "love you" incident...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so if she didn't tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'll know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i don't want her to stay with me for the sake of staying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;maybe she found someone better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;coz i don't see girls like i really wants them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's juz not me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if whatever of this were to happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'll juz smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;becoz it happens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm preparing myslef already for the worst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114746141917162244?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don’t be ashamed to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let me see you through’cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ve seen the dark side too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You don’t know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nothing you confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Could make me love you less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So if you’re mad, get mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don’t hold it all inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Come on and talk to me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey, what you got to hide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I get angry too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well I’m a lot like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you’re standing at the crossroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And don’t know which path to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let me come along’cause even if you’re wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I’ll never desert youI’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When the night falls on you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You’re feeling all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You won’t be on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I’ll never desert you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114728105400448239?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114728105400448239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114728105400448239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114728105400448239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114728105400448239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/05/song.html' title='The song..'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114727977451098959</id><published>2006-05-11T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:49:34.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is such a challenging thing..</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why..&lt;br /&gt;these few days...&lt;br /&gt;had been very down...&lt;br /&gt;so unlike her..&lt;br /&gt;she's directly opposite me in mood terms this week..&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i'm having a bad week..&lt;br /&gt;really bad...&lt;br /&gt;it comes when i'm not happy..&lt;br /&gt;but she is..&lt;br /&gt;dunno why also...&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;somehow argued with her..&lt;br /&gt;she wants to go out this saturday with her sec school budds..&lt;br /&gt;can i disallow her??&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;no point..&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna restrict her uh in anyway possible..&lt;br /&gt;what she wants to do..&lt;br /&gt;let her be..&lt;br /&gt;as long she knows her limitations..&lt;br /&gt;i juz hope she really is truthful to me..&lt;br /&gt;that's all i hope for...&lt;br /&gt;she wanna flirt or whatsoever,&lt;br /&gt;she face reality herself..&lt;br /&gt;face the guilt herself..&lt;br /&gt;and it also goes to me..&lt;br /&gt;so yar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you dear...&lt;br /&gt;"go dear..&lt;br /&gt;go this saturday...&lt;br /&gt;i'm definately not in the position to stop you..&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't stop you the other day around..&lt;br /&gt;i juz cared for what you said..&lt;br /&gt;what your mum said to you..&lt;br /&gt;if that's wrong..&lt;br /&gt;then i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;go ok?&lt;br /&gt;go..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want you to say that i'm a demanding boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;and i definately isn't one..&lt;br /&gt;all i want is juz 1 thing..&lt;br /&gt;trust..&lt;br /&gt;i think you should know..&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired..&lt;br /&gt;not of this relationship..&lt;br /&gt;but because of our fights..&lt;br /&gt;we fight alot..&lt;br /&gt;and that's not a good sign...&lt;br /&gt;my limits has been pumped up...&lt;br /&gt;i hope you don't reach it..&lt;br /&gt;i'm preventing you from reaching it anyway..&lt;br /&gt;back to the part of going out..&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i don't care where and when you wanna go out..&lt;br /&gt;i juz cared that the fact that you are going out..&lt;br /&gt;and i want you safe, loyal and honest out there..&lt;br /&gt;that's all i've asked for..&lt;br /&gt;i can't ask for much dear..&lt;br /&gt;i love you and i dun want you to be unhappy..&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;seriously..&lt;br /&gt;even if you have to fall for another guy..&lt;br /&gt;even if you have to date another guy...&lt;br /&gt;when you are with me..&lt;br /&gt;if that's something you'll be happy about..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna stop you..&lt;br /&gt;so classical ryte?&lt;br /&gt;but i'm honest with this..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want your money..&lt;br /&gt;don't think it that way..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want your lies..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want you missed promises..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want your rambling assurances..&lt;br /&gt;admit..&lt;br /&gt;you do, do those sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not aware of it..&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point..&lt;br /&gt;i juz wanna tell you that,&lt;br /&gt;whatever that makes you happy... [i'm tearing]&lt;br /&gt;musical nights,&lt;br /&gt;lepaks..&lt;br /&gt;more to go..&lt;br /&gt;go with it..&lt;br /&gt;how can i tell you that you can do whatever that makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;how..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm worthless uh..&lt;br /&gt;juz someone who can't seems to get a grip of my own freaking life..&lt;br /&gt;i needed money from her..&lt;br /&gt;what am i?&lt;br /&gt;aren't i ashamed of myself?&lt;br /&gt;what am i?&lt;br /&gt;a guy who makes use of the girl?&lt;br /&gt;i'm a hopeless boy..&lt;br /&gt;19yr old..&lt;br /&gt;no time for own life..&lt;br /&gt;and still have the thought to go steady..&lt;br /&gt;no time for self but still wanna work to buy bike..&lt;br /&gt;no money to buy bike..&lt;br /&gt;but still wanna buy for some unknown reasons..&lt;br /&gt;wanna buy a cheaper bike..&lt;br /&gt;but got something stops me from it..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;tears are really in my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;worthless...&lt;br /&gt;cheapskate..&lt;br /&gt;dumb..&lt;br /&gt;stupid..&lt;br /&gt;pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;ass..&lt;br /&gt;no-use..&lt;br /&gt;idiotic..&lt;br /&gt;stupid..&lt;br /&gt;irritating..&lt;br /&gt;verbal abuser..&lt;br /&gt;physical abuser..&lt;br /&gt;mentally retard..&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign...&lt;br /&gt;no-use for a name...&lt;br /&gt;eusoff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something for my own self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I"&gt;http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I'll-Stand-By-You-lyrics-Girls-Aloud/B63EC585D762A53A48256F3C000896BA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can't be happy..&lt;br /&gt;this song is for my inner self..&lt;br /&gt;coz i know it's stronger than it seems...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114727977451098959?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114695358588117361</id><published>2006-05-07T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T06:13:05.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much things..so little time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i dunno why uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;these few days read my baby's blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sure got some negative issues..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what's up with her man??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so sour these few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;beneath all those quiet and sour posts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i know some stuffs are directed to me but she aint gonna tell me directly about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyway, i juz wanna say this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"i want you to stay with me... but if it's so hard doing that and you can't take it anymore, tell me about it, do what you think is right.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;coz i juz cant bear to see her suffer every minute of the day with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a heartbreaker??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;woooowW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;those were the days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;not anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"but i want you to stay darling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"and i want to go thru all these issues with you dear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"and why is it right to love me??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i see her post, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;she said about crying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;c'mon dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i know it was for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;unselfish son of a bitch who always make you cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;who always make you sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;who always condemmed you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;who never fails to dissapoint you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and the list goes on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm sure of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but yet again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm not gonna say that you play a part in my actions coz i know you wouldn't accept it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm gonna say that sometimes i juz want to put some sense in you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;make you realize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;make you sure that i'm the one really for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;make you know that i really care (though everytime i cared, we fight)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;all and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;and it can go on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i know i'm not perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and i know i never will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quotes of her blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"had the bestest fun when im with em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i guess they're the bunch of people who can really make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;if there was anoyone who understood me.it was you guys."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;guess i wasn't the good boyfriend anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm down hearted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;broken hearted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;split senses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hovering imaginations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;light hearted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dissapointed of myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ashamed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;failed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sad!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quotes from her blog again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"i just need you guys to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;especiallly you &lt;strong&gt;eusoff&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;--- [didn't i say i'm not a good bf? i don't spend my time understanding her...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;there's more to me than just the way i look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the way i see things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the way i judge people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the way i always want things to go my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and basically the way i want things to be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;change topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my work commitment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i felt that i'm wasting my time so much at workk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;neglecting her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;again..&lt;---lousy bf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mmy sole purpose to work is to get  money to buy bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this transition period of getting a bike will definately cost my time and money..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in turn affect everything in my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i juz felt so guilty to have not spend more time with her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;though she's having attachment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i can still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;work there for more than a month already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;accident twice already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;everytime i fell, 1st thing that comes to my mind is not the bike, nor that dockets and not even myslef..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it's my baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i wonder if i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what will happen to her??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;does she love me so much that she'll care for me...???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm ok now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;healthy guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;like i always am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;back to topic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bout being busy to spend tiome with her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quality time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we hadn't be spending the quality I time together for sometime laready uh bi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;agree??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'll always find time for you even when i'm busy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;don't worry so much k??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;was supposed to call baby when i reach home from lepaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;why i everytime lepak with the riders is becoz they are sending me home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that's all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nothing else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yes i felt like i'm a member of their union..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but that isn't the reason why i was there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;everyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it's becoz i'm having free rides everyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sometime si juz think my baby doesn't understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;she siad wait for me so long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;she wants to sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ok i said though she sounds so sarcastic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but ok, i thought she's gonna sleeep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and then the riders come under my blog to lepaks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;play soccer, guitar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and ya, i drop by my house to call her uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then after that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i went down back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;she said those things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;making me feel bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;said that she was actually hoping to talk to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;waited on the floor like for a long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dozing off abit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and then i talked to her for a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;felt dissapointed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and said that it was stupid of her to wait up for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so what am i supposed to do now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ask the riders to go home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or say that, i have to go home??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;after they send me home??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm in a dilemma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then i sms, she never reply..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i think she silent her phone or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;show that she merajuk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i know you're sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but at least reply to my msg uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so now i'm at fault..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what she say, i take the blame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm sorry k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for making you stay up late and loose hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm really sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and i'm gonna play soccer tomorrow morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and then i can sense abit of unhappiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;becoz i said i wanted to follow her and mum go JB tomorrow morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then i said i can meet her in the afternonn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i think you guessed it right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;she said something like can go out with the boys after soccer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm in a dilemma again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to play soccer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or to risk my relationship if i don't go out with them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i've neglected evrything when i'm with you baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NAS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BROTHERS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PERSONAL LIFE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MOTHER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SISTER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;GRANDMUM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and many more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i sacrifice alot to put you as my piortities..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quotes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"i just need my love ones to meet my basic necessities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and i dun ever think that that's too much to ask for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;your basic necessities, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is alot my dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i hope you realize it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and i'm proud to meet your necessities..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;coz i know it's worthwhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i juz hope you treasure it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;enuf for today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wake up msg me k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'll be waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i really do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i love you &lt;strong&gt;HIDAYAH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114695358588117361?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114695358588117361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114695358588117361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114695358588117361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114695358588117361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-much-thingsso-little-time.html' title='So much things..so little time...'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114659367811854347</id><published>2006-05-03T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:14:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Nurses Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;something to spice up your day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;read it, very funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you need the money, your shift is cancelled; when you have a weekend planned, you have to do overtime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Realizing the patient you've just injected has a serious infection causes you to stab yourself with the used needle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A 500 pound patient needs all care, while your 80 pound patient needs a finger dressing ... and your colleague has a "bad back." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's you're first night shift for three years. And it's a full moon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You're doing the "Only 27 more minutes of the shift from hell happy-dance", only to turn around to see your supervisor standing there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In a critical situation, the most highly qualified clinician will offer the most advice and the least support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The absurdity of the suggestion is directly proportional to the distance from the bedside.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you finish a thirty minute dressing the doctor will come in, and take a look at the wound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The disoriented patient always comes from a Nursing Home whose beautiful paperwork has no phone number on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your nose will itch the very moment your gloved hands get contaminated with bodily fluids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The patient who has been dying all night finally meets his maker 12.5 minutes before shift change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You walk out of a patient's room after you've asked them if they need anything: they will put the call bell on as you are about three quarters the way down the hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The patient furthest away from the nurses' station rings the call bell more often than the patient nearest to the nurses' station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The doctor with the worst handwriting and most original use of the English Language will be responsible for your most critical patient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You always remember "just one more thing" you need after you've gowned, gloved, and masked and gone into that isolation room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The correct depth of compression in adult CPR is a bit less than the depth you just reached when you broke those ribs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you cancel extra staff because it's so quiet, you are guaranteed a rash of admissions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you wear a new white uniform, expect to be thrown up on.Corollary: Residents always poop on your brand new shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When management smiles at you, be very, very afraid ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Staffing will gladly send you three aides--but you have to float two of your RNs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As soon as you discontinue the IV line, more fluids will be ordered.&lt;br /&gt;Mandatory meetings are always scheduled after you've had the night from hell and just want to go home to bed.&lt;br /&gt;You always forget what it was you wanted after you get to the supply room. You always remember when you get back to the other end ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Doctors only ask your name when the patient isn't doing well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Success occurs when no one is looking, failure occurs when the boss is watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As soon as you've ordered the pizzas, 25 patients show up at the ER registration desk along with three ambulances all with cardiac arrests! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For every action, there is an equal and opposite criticism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ten seconds after you have finished giving a complete bed bath and changing the bed, the patient has a giant code brown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If a patient needs four pills, the packet will contain three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your buddies who were reading the paper at the nurses' desk a minute ago always disappear when you need help ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Expect to get your pay raise the same day the hospital raises the parking rates (and other charges) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The better job you do, the more work you can expect to be handed ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The amount of clean linen available is inversely proportional to your immediate needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The more confused and impulsive a patient is, the less chance there is for a family member or friend to sit with the patient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The perfect nurse for the job will apply the day after that post is filled by some semi qualified idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If only one solution can be found for a problem, then it is usually a stupid solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When the nurse on the preceding shift has surrounded the patient with absorbent pads, the code brown will hit every sheet and miss every pad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rest assured that when you are in a hurry, the nurse's notes have not been written. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you are starting an IV on an uncooperative patient, or dealing with a huge code brown, there is a phone call for you and it's that crabby physician that you have been paging all morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fire drills always occur on your day from hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The first person in line when the clinic opens will not require urgent care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The sickest person will arrive 5 minutes before closing: "I thought I'd feel better" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Nursing Catch-22:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you're running around horribly busy, you're unorganized and need to prioritize, but if you're not running around horribly busy, you're lazy and need to find more work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You do the "Just discharged the Patient from Hell" dance only to turn around and find the Consultant Neuro-Psychiatrist looking at you like you're their next patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last thing you want to hear a doctor say is 'whoops'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114659367811854347?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114659367811854347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114659367811854347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114659367811854347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114659367811854347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/05/murphys-nurses-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Nurses Law'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114654427222985654</id><published>2006-04-29T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:31:12.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd fall!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;guys guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;listen up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3 weeks up as a rider...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;accident twice already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the other day was the kneecap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;this time is the finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;my left middle finger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;don't even bother asking me how i fell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;juz a statement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"you can go at 15km/h and still fall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ya, i wasan't even speeding!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so yeah, i've come to a conclusion that WAVE is a lousy bike..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;my tyre backspinned..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;due to the engine break..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;small bike, small tyre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;wobble too easily and engine break too strong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;now my left middle finger is so swollen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i thought it broke at first..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but ya, still can move..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i wonder how much things i can't do w/o it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114654427222985654?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114654427222985654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114654427222985654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114654427222985654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114654427222985654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/04/2nd-fall.html' title='2nd fall!!!'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114597398779310357</id><published>2006-04-25T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:06:27.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;supposed to go surprise my baby today but MUS called to replace &lt;strong&gt;WAK AKIP&lt;/strong&gt;, 12-8pm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;then ya, go work with a dissapointed heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;nothing much happened today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;8hours but got 10 dockets only!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;aiyah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;was more dissapointed when baby didn't tell me she go HOUGANG MALL for a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dunno y uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;what slipped her mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;curious sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;was she with sumone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i doubt so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i trust her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;still this type of thing must at least inform me uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;not like i don't allow or what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i was waiting for her sms and until i sms her an hour later to find out that she's at Hougang Mall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and pretend that nothing big happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dissapointed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;then secondly she told me she was tired and would go home bath then sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ok then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;work in the ward is crazy uh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but, we were supposed to mee around 8plus after i knock off from work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so what is it here was that she didn't tell me that we are not meeting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;wah, felt false hope was given..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and i really thought that i was really meeting her at 8plus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but no, she didn't tell me that we are not meeting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;you can imagine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;was hoping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and bamm, not meeting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and never tell me summore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dissapointed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but then sumhow we managed to work out a solution..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;meet for awhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;then last minute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mum's friend from malaysia coming down to send stuffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;she hadda be home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;last minute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;everytime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;from now on, i'll blog if there's a last minute cancellation of  plan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;bet with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;at least got 10 times per month!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but ya, i told her already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;we'll only meet on special occasions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;very rare meet juz for social...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i scared this type of cancellation will take place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dissapointed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;then worst still, when i said i have to go back to my outlet already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and i said bye, she said bye and immediately hang up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and still say that there was a moment of silence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;that's y she hang up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no chance 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storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello peeps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's been a while since i last blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you know..misunderstandings with the wrong people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;relationships...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;juz too much in my life ryte now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and unfortunately, not many would stick by me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but the few who did created an impact on me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i wanna thank them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to name a few, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAIQAL&lt;/strong&gt; who's been a loyal brother to me. told me that everthing would be fine.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUHSIN&lt;/strong&gt; who'd been very supportive. told me that there's nothing they could do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATIP&lt;/strong&gt; also been supportive who delcared to stay thru thick and thin with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUNT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MECHI&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;SABRINA&lt;/strong&gt;, though long away from here, still gave good advises for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHUBBS&lt;/strong&gt; who will always say the same thing "i wanna go thru this with you".t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hx peeps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you'll been great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for once i do need these assurances..&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hadda trouble arguement with CHUBBS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*WAIT* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;stop there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;don't bother continuing if you can't take my emotional side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it'll be long and boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;argued over this issue becoz i went out riding with &lt;strong&gt;SHOW&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;HADI&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;HAIQAL&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when i told her that i'm tired and wanna sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but the fact was, i WAS talking to her at the moment when the trios arrived and asked me out unplanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i told &lt;strong&gt;CHUBBS&lt;/strong&gt; that can i go out?in te 1st place, why should i ask her?i'm a guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there's no girls around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we are just going riding, not sight seeing girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and ok another thing was that i broke a promise saying that i will be back early..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so she said ok and with who..i went out at 12am and back at 5.30am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok, that's not early..anyway, that wasn't the issue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the issue was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;regarding last 2 saturdays... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she didn't go out with her primary school friends to an open house gathering with the old peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i didn't say i didn't allow but i was terribly unhappy when she said "ok" when they ask her along..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why is tat so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for the fact that her mum scolded her about not spending time with her old ones on the saturday when her nanny will be at her house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for the fact that she said "from now on, i can't go out on saturday"for the fact that she turned down &lt;strong&gt;NATRISHA's&lt;/strong&gt; purposal to go out bowling with &lt;strong&gt;SID&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; on saturday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and for the fact that her friend ask her that day itself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wooo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and she agreed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and she's using this issue back for yesterday when i said i'm tired and tought of sleeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but we definately was talking freshly on the fone when the trio arrived..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's not like i already hanged up the fone and then told her that i wanna sleep but i changed plan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i told her directly that i wanna go riding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and it's direct to her..and she's saying that it's not fair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;how could it be??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and yes for the fact that her issue was a chronic issue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;how could i juz say yes??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when mine was, never an issue, it was an on the spot thingy, be an issue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i juz couldn't accept...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that's 1 issue we argued over..&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of couldn't accept..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.she cannot accept it when i had to give the name &lt;strong&gt;SHAFID&lt;/strong&gt; as an example...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ladies and gentlemen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHAFID&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;CHUBBS&lt;/strong&gt; SUPER BEST FRIEND, i repeat, SUPER.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;known each other for 11years..and it seems that she got all the reasons to have been or conact with him, be it ovewr the fone, sms, msn or whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i as the dumb boyfriend is supposed to trust her that everything's gonna be fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when he contact her evryfreaking day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and worst still she don't tell me most of the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;infact all the time!!i was like, wow &lt;strong&gt;CHUBBS&lt;/strong&gt;, cograts, you managed to lie to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i salute.anyway, that wasn't the point..the point is, everytime i bring up him as an example...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and not that i hate hime or what lah..but she would juz flare up and say that why it always had to be him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i longed for the day when she catch me smsing my sister &lt;strong&gt;NADIAH&lt;/strong&gt; everyday, then she'll know how i felt no doubt the assurance of, she already haivng a boyfriend and i'm only best friends with her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and worst still, let her catch herself knowing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i ain't gonna tell her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i longed for that..i juz don't know how to, when to, where to and will i start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i keeping my patience..all is all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;trust is the key..honesty is the only thing that will unlock it...&lt;br /&gt;and the third thing was that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok i admit, when i argue with her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'd sometime say things like "i think i'm not a gd boyfriend", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"i shouldn't be concern about it anymore" and stuffs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i think you get what i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if you really do get it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we guys know that we are always the wrong party in an argument with the ladies and when the men eventually got out it as the correct party, trhe next thing you'd know is the end of the relationship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;agree??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you girls may not agree but guys, i know you'll agree with me over this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for the fact that we are trying to get our sincere and factual points across in a flared up manner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and for the fact that we know tat the girl was really on to our limits..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we really shouldn't be bothered about the girl anymore when they really crossed the line..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;guys are not here for the girl to play around with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm ego and definately not a chauvinistic pig here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we guys need our liberty to stand alone sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we cannot always have the girl banging at us at our mistakes and not theirs..everyone, think about this..it's harder to trust a girl then the guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;god make us in such a way that girls are more emotional and they have these special skills to manipulate guys..i can't explain trully but i hope you get what i mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, all these things i said were not part of the argument..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the argument was when i said "i shouldn't be concern about whether you wanna go out or not anymore"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and she said "whatever"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dOts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DOTS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i mean, that's all?? a freaking whatever??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i was like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok, i was being abit emotional..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and she's gonna make it all worst by saying that??"whatever"??!!&amp;amp;^%$#@if she really does loves me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she'd be pushing her very best to say "why eusoff, why should you do this, you know i trust you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"something like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;something that can make situation better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she said "whatever"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ya like..whatever lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if like that i can also said, whatever lah you and &lt;strong&gt;SHAFID&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if i don't care, means i'm not completing this thig called love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i do care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and she said that i don't care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i never did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;honeslty, i was dammed pissed off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and she still got the cheek to say "tell me when have you ever did try to push, or care"and she said again i never did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like i say again ladies and gentlemen..guys never win in an argument with the boo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but no, i know that i did..i remember exactly that i did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the perfect example brings back memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was that time when she was hospitalised..talked to me over the fone..said that she's gonna die early..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why she hadda go thru all this problems when she's not drinking smoking and sinning alot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why it has to be her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;does she deserve this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she's scared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;terribly scared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yes, i was there in the middle f the night comforting her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;denying the fact of all the stuffs she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"you are strong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"all these will go away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"i'll stick with you all the way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"trust me, i'm here for you".even things like"don't cry dear, no need to cry over these things uh, you know you are strong, think about the positive sides"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and yes guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;see how sad i am??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when i could be sleeping instead of listening to my girlfriend blattering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and she said that i never cared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i repeat, NEVER!!but in actual fact, i cared about the most important things in her life,which is her own life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not that i want recognition or whatsoever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i juz want her to know that i care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but too bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she already said i didn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i shed tears..1st time in more than 4 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;never before for a girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;never did intend to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but she made me sooooooo sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i juz felt like it's hopeless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i cared so much over her feelings, not juz about that issue..about her daily life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and she said that i didn't..so who will be dumb enuf to say, oh she forgets..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we'll realistically think that, sigh, she didn't cherish what i say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she didn't care..didn't care means dosen't complete this thing called love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so does she really loves me??i don't know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you decide..&lt;br /&gt;enuf for today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;juz wanna say this here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;becoz i can't keep it in my heart any longer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't like being in a situation where my heart is not peaceful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dosen't have to be loved, as long it's peaceful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like i said, i shouldn't care about her anymore but still loves her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i can still say i love her at the end of the day w/o really caring for like when she wanna go out with who, come back what time, where she goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i can, but will i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;will she push me to say no you can't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and will she say "whatever"??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;becoz when everytime i cared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we fight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but if i don't care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we drift..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i love to say this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;don't care means love is not complete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so don't care is equivalent to don't love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;someone help me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and like always, i never win in any argument..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what makes you guys think i won even though i was the more correct party here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yes like expected..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i didn't prove worthy enuf to be on the winning side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's not a game..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but someone has to be right and someone has to be wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i love her still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have to give in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;as long i know she got what i was trying to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm ok with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i hope she really cherishes what i said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she lied to me about SHAFID before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what makes her unable to do it again...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so i really don't know whether i should trust her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but i'm her boyfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'll have to trust her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but whatever it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but i'll juz fall back again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;becoz i can't be right..and for a person like me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i can't live like that..&lt;br /&gt;but staying true to myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i still loves her..i do realise that i had longed wanted her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and now i do..wonderful yet complicated love story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't want it to go away..i want her.."HIDAYAH, i want you!!"whatever she's done, ok wait, whatever i've done to her, is all part of my retaliation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i didnt lie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i didn't raise my voice unecessarily..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and difenately i didn't say that i don't care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;back to it again, whatever she's done to me, is juz heavy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have to accept it.she's ma girlfriend and i love her alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'll have to forget what she's done before tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm the kinda person who forgives and forgets..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but will she??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet again, it's my decision to love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i didn't regret doing it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i long for it last instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i want it to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm in love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;deeply..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;juz a statement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to whoever it may concern...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"DON'T CRY BECOZ IT CAME TO AN END, SMILE BECOZ IT HAPPENED"&lt;br /&gt;chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114590102737215628?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114590102737215628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#006600;"&gt;fall from bike la!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i was riding the S Wave yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;super rainy day uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;was on GAMBAS AVE, turning in to WOODLANDS AVE 7, filter lane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;actually the accident could be avoided if not for the asshole, i think some foreign worker from the nearby warehouse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i was a traffic light away, roughly 40meters away from the filter lane and i already saw that guy on a bicycle playing along the waiting area..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;maybe waiting for his time to cross uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;k, no big deal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then he stood stationery there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;k, no big deal too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;as i was travelling towards that filter lane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;picking up speed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then slowing down when approaching the bent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i've been there, turning that bent so many times on a rainy day but this unfateful day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;as i was turning in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this cyclist juz irked out about 2meters into the filter lane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i e-brake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wheel locked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there was a split second where i can actually feel the slide when i was still straight up and hoping "please don't fall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*BAMMM!!! BANG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;skidded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;landed on my left side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;skidded for a good 5 meters i assume..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;becoz when i stand up back, i can see the filter lane behind me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and a stretch of cars and lorries behind me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wooow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i cramped out leaving the bike there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;because i hurt my left knee cap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i repeat, LEFT KNEE CAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;those who know me, knows that the weakest part of my body is my left ankle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ouch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;anyway, some cars juz sped off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and that bugger definately sped off too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then got some motorist also heck care me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;super heavy rain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and see me pizza hut rider also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what they care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;they only care of the food arriving on time in thought of that weather..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;they don't care about the rider anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so ya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;came along one fine soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this ABANG riding a phaantom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;helped me up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but i was OK at the moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and seriously needed shelter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so i rode my bike, with and injured leg and arm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;luckily the place is nearby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;limped up to the customer's house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;last customer for the day summore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;basket..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;take a look at my wound..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;left inner knee cap abrasion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;left knee cap bruise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;left inner wrist abrasion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;right inner ankle scratch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what that caught me thinking is that all my wound are in the inner side of my body..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not my outer elbow, arms or even thighs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;anyway, glad to be safe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;called my darling straight after the accident...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;of all people i called her 1st..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then i called my despatcher..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm safe guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sustained the first fall of my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to all other riders..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-RIDE SAFE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;PATRICK&lt;/strong&gt; [ a fellow rider]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-if you are scared of being banged, accidents, skidding, don't even think of riding.. coz you might be travelling at a mere 10km/h and still have the risk of being hit-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;come to think about it, you might be safe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what about ather road users???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;are they safe??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;think about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114597296565386630?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114597296565386630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114597296565386630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114597296565386630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114597296565386630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/04/1st-fall-of-my-life.html' title='1st fall of my life!!!'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114512599460710923</id><published>2006-04-16T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T03:47:27.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a problem with Farhan.&lt;br /&gt;We talked, clarified problems.&lt;br /&gt;And i found out that it was entirely &lt;strong&gt;My Mistake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mintak &lt;strong&gt;paiseh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all a &lt;strong&gt;misunderstanding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needlessly of that, I'm kinda &lt;strong&gt;scared&lt;/strong&gt; and in a way&lt;strong&gt; too kental&lt;/strong&gt;  to actually have any problems with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to erase this blog to preserve his dignity.&lt;br /&gt;Creating a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not going to critise him in the mere future of my entries.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This blog will stand for another 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;(Until 18th April 2006)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eusoff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114512599460710923?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114512599460710923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114512599460710923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114512599460710923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114512599460710923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/04/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114482392572606389</id><published>2006-04-12T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:38:45.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitaring... and working...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;was listening to the solo part of &lt;em&gt;BAT COUNTRY&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;AVENGED SEVENFOLD...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;was thinking to myself, how long hasn't i played the guitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;skills is going down the drain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this is when the saying "practice makes perfect" takes effect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i don't even think i can even hold the guitar properly anymore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Back to basics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;today 1st day of work at &lt;em&gt;SCC PIZZA HUT&lt;/em&gt; as a rider...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sure kancheong here and there one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1st time on the road outside woodlands, YCK and NYP campus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;check back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;check blind spot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;signal early,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;check blindspot again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;off signal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pick-up speed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not too fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not too slow either [i never really know how to interpret these 2 lines...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;check mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lane change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;regulate speed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;reach destination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wonder what do i mean by that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm gonna be a busy man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;working adult!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;buy bike...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114482392572606389?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114482392572606389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114482392572606389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114482392572606389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114482392572606389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/04/guitaring-and-working.html' title='Guitaring... and working...'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114457939425661532</id><published>2006-04-09T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:43:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something in return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHUBBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post this on her blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i want to respond to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i want her to know that i'm not a perfect boyfriend too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but i know i'ma good one too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[the one after the '-'(dash) are my responses...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HERE IT GOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. I love my boyfriend more than i love myself at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-i love my girlfriend more than i love my self at times too.&lt;br /&gt;2. At times i miss my boyfriend too much i could shake or just freeze to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-at times i miss my girlfriend that it hurts sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;3. He's the first thing on my mind when i wake up in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-she is too!&lt;br /&gt;4. He's the last thing on my mind before i go to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-yeap she is!!&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss him everyday even when we just bid our goodbyes 5 mins ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-i miss her everyday even when we juz bid our goodbye .05split seconds ago, and maybe wehn i'm in the toilet too!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Saying goodbye at the end of the day brings me a heavy heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-cannot imagine how heavy... weight of the yokozuna?? [wow, got a heart so heavy uh??]&lt;br /&gt;7. I get sick when he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-that's y SARS always buy 1 victim, get another one for free!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;8. My heart loose pounds when his does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-when her heart loose pounds, i'm dead!!&lt;br /&gt;9. My heart literally beats for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-yeah me too, plus a bit of venous blood coming in from right atrium, then minus the arterial blood exiting from the left ventricle plus the heart muscles contraction and nodes. yeah, literally.&lt;br /&gt;10. I get paranoid of ever losing him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-"hello buangkok green medical park??, ya, book one room plz!!, thanks!!"&lt;br /&gt;11. The thought of losing him brings chills down my tumourious spine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-i don't eat chilli, cannot imagine it going down my spine...&lt;br /&gt;12. I want to be selfish and say that i want his love only for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-hu? fishmonger??&lt;br /&gt;13. I want to be selfish and say that he can love me, and only me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-really uh?? fishmonger??&lt;br /&gt;14. I want to be selfish and say that i want to be the only girl he thinks about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-oh shyt, my girlfriend is a fishmonger!!!&lt;br /&gt;15. I want to only be the one he would ever lay his hands on, or the last that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-i would too..&lt;br /&gt;16. I don't want to be demanding fearing demanding means losing him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-demand that i don't leave then...&lt;br /&gt;17. I hate it when he looks at girls better than i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-i hate it when you even look at ugly guys!!&lt;br /&gt;18. Basically i just feel soo insecure if he looks at girls, other than me. (you can call me a bitch for that, hey i just love a guy ok, give me some credit) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-i want you to be "boy-blind" and only look at me!&lt;br /&gt;19. I hate to hear his past with girls, although i want him to hear mine, to let him know that I'm my best with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-do past with aqua's count?&lt;br /&gt;20. I get insecure when he prefers this than that scared that the that being me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-what about that than this??&lt;br /&gt;21. I get uncomfortable when he compares me with other girls, need not be his ex-gfs, just other girls. It's just a funny feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-hmmm... funny?? you mean geli-geli??&lt;br /&gt;22. For the fact that i trust him, i do have my insecurities and insecurities just means that i have that soo much feel for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-so can this also goes for me??&lt;br /&gt;23. I get scared when he gets angry and start to talk to me like I'm one of his friends. Sucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-haha, you haven't see me turn green before!! hulk k, not shrek!&lt;br /&gt;24. My heart shrinks when he raises his voice at me, need it for the better or worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-hmmm, i'm born with a microphone stucked at my throat!!&lt;br /&gt;25. I love the way he holds my hand. I feel that I'm in good hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-i got the sweetest hand you mean??&lt;br /&gt;26. It feels really good when he pat my back and say "It's going to be ok". Because I know it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-so i'm sure, she's trying to say i got a sweet hand!!&lt;br /&gt;27. I want him to fight for my honour as i know i'll fight for his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-ouh.. you where one??&lt;br /&gt;28. I'll slap and bite any bitch who tries to take him away from me. (scary huh). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- i think she's the 'chong'...&lt;br /&gt;29. I want to give him all the affection he needs even at times affection is not a thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-this is juz so sexy!!&lt;br /&gt;30. I just want a day, where i could go live at BBC news. Tell the whole world. That all i'm asking from this guy is some love, care, affection, honesty, sincerity, trust and understanding between us because I have a whole lot of them for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-it all goes down to one favourite line when i'm with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; LOVE &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the freaking&lt;/span&gt; YOU &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;freako&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So you see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-neither am i.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;No girlfriend can be like i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-and no boyfriend can be like i am.&lt;br /&gt;From Me to You.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you from the start.&lt;br /&gt;No turning back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-but my bike got 2 side mirrors, how??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114457939425661532?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114457939425661532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114457939425661532' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114457939425661532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114457939425661532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-in-return.html' title='Something in return'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114433390267187043</id><published>2006-04-06T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:31:42.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Might Juz Be An Indigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oryte guys.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;today's sleeze is for anyone of you who doesn't know what or who you really are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but be glad, be very glad that you're one of mine if you fit these points...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;be an indigo [though i don't really know what it means...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-are intelligent, though may not have had top grades in school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-are very creative and enjoy making things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-were rebellious in school[refuses homework, reject authority of teachers or seriously wanted to rebel but didn't dare to]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-always need to know WHY, especially when asked to do something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-disgust over repetition works in school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-have a deep empathy for others, yet intolerance for stupidity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-may have experienced early existential depression and feeling of helplessness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-may have trouble with rage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-prefer lleadership positions or working alone to team position.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-may be extremly emotional or vice-versa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-have problem with systems they consider broken or inffective [eg.political, medical, legal]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-have a burnign desire to do something to change the world but may not know what to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-may have trouble identifying their own paths.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-have psychic or spiritual interest appear fairly young [before teens]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-have strong intuition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-have random behaviour patter or mind style.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-may jump around in coversation[problem focusing on task]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-have had psychic experiences [eg. premonitions, seeing ghost or angles, hearing voices]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-seek meaning to life and undefrstanding about the world through religion, spirituality, groups.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-are very sexualy expressive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-may explore alterative types of sexuality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So that's it folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if you think that you are eligible to be me, don't be shy to consult me with a small payment of $15 [hahaha]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there's more to juz this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;have fun identifying your traits!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114433390267187043?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114433390267187043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114433390267187043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114433390267187043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114433390267187043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-might-juz-be-indigo.html' title='You Might Juz Be An Indigo'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114421506740013995</id><published>2006-04-05T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:31:07.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake UP!!! wake UP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;today was a dreadful day for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;3hours since i've woke up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;been feeling so lost without her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;dunno specifically y leh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;maybe for those in love, you'll know how it felt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;yesterday was a long night followed by a long sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;but it's usually she who woke up earlier then me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;not usually, it's everytime!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;so when today the opposite surfaces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;it felt like i've lost someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;and that someone i loved so much had left me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;wowowoooowow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;whata terrible feeling that was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;ish ish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;anyway, now she's awake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;so i'm fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;but i juz hope i don't getta feel dat way ever again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114421506740013995?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114421506740013995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114421506740013995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114421506740013995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114421506740013995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/04/wake-up-wake-up.html' title='Wake UP!!! wake UP!!!'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114399889444797700</id><published>2006-04-03T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:22:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Wedding and A Day of Cheap Rivals</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1st april 20062 things happened today...first was an old pri school mate's wedding at hougang.&lt;br /&gt;tagged along with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/P1051443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AZRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the idiotic lame ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIZAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the all time longest running joker-of-the year!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TARMIDZI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, best buddy-turn-enemy-turn-friends-again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BAKHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, head prefect turn notorious boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ARFANDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the how-come-you-taller-then-me-now!!and i met,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HUDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, like a person chasing the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NADIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the halfway from somewhere, come to WDP then come to WGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the number 1 babe in &lt;em&gt;WDP&lt;/em&gt;, until now she still is!!&lt;br /&gt;So ya, that's all the ex-woodlanders who atteneded &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SALINA's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wedding.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/P1051441.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The event was quite small scaled, not too big of an issue uh..&lt;br /&gt;maybe now budget terms comming in?? maybe uh! haha.&lt;br /&gt;still remember the time when she was still living below my unit at BLK 316, Woodlands St 31.&lt;br /&gt;I Was living on the 3rd floor and she was living on 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;We used to play "ice-&amp;-water" and police and thief back then.&lt;br /&gt;We played catching at the playground and most interestingly, BLOCK FREAKING CATCHING!!anyway, those were the days when we still play marbles at our playground..&lt;br /&gt;with all the girls, guys and gays.. now 1 by one is getting married...&lt;br /&gt;one more next week...&lt;br /&gt;when will i??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2nd thing that happened today was the outing with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHUBBS, SID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ISHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/P1051482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we went to the Tanglin Flea Market, at tanglin mall there...&lt;br /&gt;was hopuing it to be more than juz cheap..&lt;br /&gt;was actually hoping it to be more varietised!!&lt;br /&gt;and most of the stuffs are actually girl stuffss...&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and me actually was juz there as a perdestrian uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHUBBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was so into it...&lt;br /&gt;and i layan her uh..&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine,&lt;br /&gt;levis $10&lt;br /&gt;swatch $15&lt;br /&gt;original PC game $7&lt;br /&gt;topshop shoe $4&lt;br /&gt;no wonder those prices make her go crazy uh!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P1051486.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/200/P1051486.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/200/P1051493.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/200/P1051490.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/400/P1051491.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;anyway, after that, we went to this party shop at Tanglin Mall, here are som pics that we took..&lt;br /&gt;then when we were on the way back to orchard, saw mr &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FARHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHUBBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thought it was him..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know...&lt;br /&gt;if i were to see him again on the street,&lt;br /&gt;i'll make sure both of you freaks say hi to each other ok??!!anyway.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/400/P1051500.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;this is me then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114399889444797700?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114399889444797700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114399889444797700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114399889444797700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114399889444797700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/04/wedding-and-day-of-cheap-rivals.html' title='a Wedding and A Day of Cheap Rivals'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114400134152964026</id><published>2006-04-01T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:09:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards And Promos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P1041429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/200/P1041429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Promos yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Fun??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sure it is..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Food was termendously alot uh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;And plus gettting promoted to PCO within 4years is like something not all can have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Me and my batch guys are among the fortnate ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Felt all my hard work are recognize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P1041416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/200/P1041416.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LAWRENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sir to insert the rank for me uh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P1041397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/200/P1041397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;One by one my guys are going off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, off, botak but now got hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JOHN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, botak nut now got some hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, botak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;POH BOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, botak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BILLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, botak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POH HUAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, going to be botak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;When will my turn to come?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1 year time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I longed for that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;OCS, Singapore GUARDS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/P1041393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE LEAD WITH PRIDE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOO-HAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114400134152964026?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114400134152964026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114400134152964026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114400134152964026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114400134152964026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/04/awards-and-promos.html' title='Awards And Promos'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114376587321831092</id><published>2006-03-31T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:44:33.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eXAMS</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EXAMINATION IN PROGRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SILENCE PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WILL BE BACK ON THE 6TH OF APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;TILL THEN STAY TUNED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EUSOFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114376587321831092?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114376587321831092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114376587321831092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114376587321831092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114376587321831092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/exams.html' title='eXAMS'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114400059134716800</id><published>2006-03-30T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:11:52.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubin Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST DATE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28TH MARCH 2006&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/400/P1011351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was defiantely fast that a month has passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The movies we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moments we shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The laughters we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The letters we exchanged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The floweres she made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cards we made for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Princess with back aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baboons with tastes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The large on-the-sand thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The power point slides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The naughtiest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And most importantly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE SWEETEST THING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to UBIN, of all places...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She never been there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me, well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been there like millions of time already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically knew the area on my finger tips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bringing her there makes me feel like i'm participating in another tpical rescue mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has palpitation like almost every 5mins.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she pulled thru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We managed to get to Thai temple..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To kekek quarry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful scenery...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/400/P1011359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feed the tortise with our cup corns..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing one large monitor lizard which i think is like half my weight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then managed to go mamam beach to see the opposite island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we had lunch at the restaurant there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is what we ate...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/400/P1011372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black pepper crab [1 freaking piece cost us 15 freaking dollars!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sambal kang kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seafood soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby squid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;super sweet coconuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total bill, $39.40, paid by masters!! hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So shock to find masters available there!! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then made our way home... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We lived on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As happy as ever..!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/400/P1011386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114400059134716800?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114400059134716800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114400059134716800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114400059134716800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114400059134716800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/ubin-anniversary.html' title='Ubin Anniversary'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114290844439228691</id><published>2006-03-21T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:34:04.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fault...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's always my fault... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114290844439228691?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114290844439228691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114290844439228691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114290844439228691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114290844439228691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/fault.html' title='fault...'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114290737042824183</id><published>2006-03-20T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:16:10.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;last NE lesson juz now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i wonder how 8 hours of leesons can make me a better singaporean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yet to be discovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;anyway, tomorrow got clinical skills assement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;last trouble before my exams next week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;super blur but super cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tomorrow still can go practice sessions with chubbs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;went to eat pizza hut, i ate super alot sia... felt like my stomach like wanna burst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;then after that tired2 go watch "the shaggy DoG".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;orite uh, quite funny but the story line abit out uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;but the fact that he's a dog and behaving like one is funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and that freaking theatre is freaking, freakingly cold uh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and i only got like 1 sweater...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;for her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;she's not well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i'm cold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i'm supposed to be more colder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;for her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;she rejects..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;for her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;she accepts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;at last, she asked me to wear it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;thanks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;chiao!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114290737042824183?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114290737042824183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114290737042824183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114290737042824183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114290737042824183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114290558537099666</id><published>2006-03-20T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:09:25.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape With Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P1011243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/P1011243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19thMARCH2006&lt;br /&gt;360 degree of fun&lt;br /&gt;hidayah looks like she's gonna throw fits!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, the notorious duo was the only 2 surviving people to go escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DAN, YANI, AZR, HANIM, SID &amp; SIN&lt;/span&gt; didn't go..&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;ferries wheel was supposed to be the most relaxing but chubbs felt nauseated on it instead of the being on the flipper or viking!!&lt;br /&gt;confused.&lt;br /&gt;love to see her shout her throats off..&lt;br /&gt;like on viking, you can really see her like wanna pop her eyeballs out uh..&lt;br /&gt;shouting as if she's crying!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had a fun day with her.&lt;br /&gt;didn't thought that both of us can actually make it on our own there!!&lt;br /&gt;see ya soon!&lt;br /&gt;recap of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P1011247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 233px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/P1011247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P1011256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/P1011256.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;chiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114290558537099666?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114290558537099666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114290558537099666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114290558537099666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114290558537099666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/escape-with-dear.html' title='Escape With Dear'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114239040782301564</id><published>2006-03-15T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:40:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling With Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bowling with my darling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cannot be more fun then ever...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i find it funny uh, she laughed like super alot at the way i bowled but she herself bowled like my younger sister!! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;visualise this...&lt;br /&gt; hold the ball, tiptoed to the line and juz put down the ball to let it roll, if suey suey, the ball go inside lonkang, if lucky, the ball go straight... usless la she... hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;sorry dear!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where's my dinner??&lt;br /&gt; loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; supposed to treat dinner lah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but now she poor already!! *sad sad*&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;lost all her ATM's and cards, ish ish, looks like you have to be dependent to me then this days!! hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;anyway, watch date movie the other day, super irritatingly funny sia!! like the most funniest show this year uh, definately better than pink panther! so must catch that show orite guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;anyway, juz to say sorry that i hurt you the other day, &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i'm still yours and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; you're still mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My lovely darling!! the Red Sensation!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/Red%20sensation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 242px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/320/Red%20sensation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; chiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114239040782301564?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114239040782301564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114239040782301564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114239040782301564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114239040782301564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/bowling-with-darling.html' title='Bowling With Darling'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114216922863608542</id><published>2006-03-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:13:48.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young and heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;what is it about still being young, and still need to get my heart broken??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114216922863608542?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114216922863608542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114216922863608542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114216922863608542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114216922863608542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/young-and-heart.html' title='Young and heart...'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114216845163103287</id><published>2006-03-12T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:00:51.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In Insecurities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;living in insecurities is still the hardest art of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;why must i be always the one feeling down for others??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;why od i always have to shoulder their griefs and be upset instead of them? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;the answers all boils down to juz one thing "eusoff".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i'm like so-called CSF absorbing all negative impacts on the brain... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i'm absorbing all sadness for the cost of my happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;why do i do that?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i got no f***ing idea though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;for family?? don't thinks so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;for friends?? maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;for loved ones?? highly possible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;but i shall stay strong, hold on to all these troubles so that the people around me can stay happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;especially my brothers and loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;this is what i do best, this is what i'm going to continue doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;life, is juz full of mysteries and nonsense..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i juz have to live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114216845163103287?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114216845163103287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114216845163103287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114216845163103287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114216845163103287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/living-in-insecurities.html' title='Living In Insecurities'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114209146142109387</id><published>2006-03-11T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:37:41.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy.</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eusoff is unavilable to blog at this moment. he'll be back in april...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114209146142109387?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114209146142109387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114209146142109387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114209146142109387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114209146142109387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/busy.html' title='busy.'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114121276206813355</id><published>2006-03-01T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:32:42.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;met this girl... very irritating... sometimes very vain also. likes to use these words "i like hate you sak, like super hate you!!" alot! but sometimes she can be sweetly annyoing, of which i like her so much becoz of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hate some 19 mcnuggets at ECP mac at around 12am, didn't make it to 20 uh... her tank's full, and how can mine be not when her's full!! haha. made our way to the waterbreakers where we sat and see rats and cockroaches instead of fishes and sharks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;then sat by the sea and talk and realx and ****** and chill. she tought me tango, salsa and english dance and yes dear, it's 10 30 30 50. i like super like the salsa lah but everytime i tried the bowing part, she'd like laugh her ass off!! felt like throwing her into the sea sak...!! then arounf 4am, i was like doze of fer a on the bench and then she woke me up telling me that "there's something there"... made my way down to the sand to see like the most sweetest thing somegirl could have possibly do for me. it wrote, " hidayah loves eusoff, really, i do" like super big big on the sand lah!! i think the people from sky can see it clearly, like seriously, it's huge!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;anyway, thx dear, i love it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;28th Feb Marks the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TP, 16 pts, 1 try, beat the odds o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AZHAR &lt;/span&gt;who like really don't believe that i could make it on 1 try...!!! he was like saying, "ni sume adat, kau prac sikit, TP mesti banyak... " and things like " i think you'd get 26-28pts".. wah, wat a bro i have... don't believe in me... i'm a living proof of his life uh, prac quite few, TP once. eh c'mon i have people like go for 1 time every prac and still go thru TP once uh!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AZHAR&lt;/span&gt;, wake up, sometimes you have to think that no 2 people are alike orite?? and about buying bike to pay full, that's your theory, everyone got the choice of choosing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;14 days already has it been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this was it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;like she said, 3 rounds around the fountain of wealth, the sweetest thing on top of the fountain, rumour has it, the couple couch, the coke, the positions, the noise and "aren't we should't be watching" and lastly, the sitting by of clarke quay... the watch that has both our names on it, very lovely... the pizza hut date with she calling this guy gorgeous, made me feel like tearing her apart and putting her on my pizza... haiz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;baby, i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114121276206813355?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114121276206813355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114121276206813355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114121276206813355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114121276206813355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-so-wonderful.html' title='Life is so wonderful'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114089812901144468</id><published>2006-02-26T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:08:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ooouhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TAMMY&lt;/span&gt;'s hurt by the people rumoured to be jealous of her... sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;she juz wanna have some fun, is it wrong to make love?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i dunno whether it's legally wrong to video taped it in the first place!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway, she juz wanna have some fun, let her be ler.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;those people who stole the video and send it to wives of 4s, husbands of 3s, gays, lesbians, grandmother of 20s, family of 6s, boyfirends of 2s and girlfrineds of 5s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;shame on you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you're obviously deprived of what she's doing uh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;why must be so mean?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you may live but maybe next time you may not escape!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;for all you know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TAMMY &lt;/span&gt;might curse and swear that you may not have children in the future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aiyo, what's happening lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;of all places, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NYP &lt;/span&gt;is the main area... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway, those who have the video, i highly suggest that you delete it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we have to show her some support!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;she want's to do it taped but i believe that she dosen't want people to see it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;orite, i gess you know what i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chiao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114089812901144468?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114089812901144468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114089812901144468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114089812901144468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114089812901144468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/02/poor-thing.html' title='poor thing'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114071400728760055</id><published>2006-02-24T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:00:07.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;monday is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;thuesday is: flirting day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;wednesday is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;thursday is: romance day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;friday is: no toungue day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;saturday is: no kiss day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;sunday is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;this will be my timetable if i'm with dear.. it'll be filled up soon, very2 soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;had some time with dear juz now. she gave a wonderful thing. something naughty but something we both took it as a good way. i juz love her so much to think of the opposite uh.. ya anyway, she was like trembling, i understanding her thoughts that time, i kinda felt sad but at the same thing happy for her uh... dear must not make me so jeaolus ok?? very hard to fight the situation you know!! orite then, chiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114071400728760055?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114071400728760055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114071400728760055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114071400728760055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114071400728760055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/02/deary.html' title='deary'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114033465870220527</id><published>2006-02-19T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T15:41:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mechi &amp; Busu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/1600/P1250912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3985/498/400/P1250912.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;juz feel like talking abit about me and my 2 fav aunties!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hah, the lady in red is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MECHI&lt;/span&gt;!! and the other one that looks like a 90's singer is my aunt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BUSU&lt;/span&gt;. i'm the small kid in red, and the one in white is my everlasting irritating brother!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;this pic was taken on my bro's b'dae, can't remember when though but i still love this picture, one of those pictures that reminded me of my childhood days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MECHI &lt;/span&gt;was very fierce to me last time, she kinda taught me tuition in primary school. so scared sia when she teach me, she'll you know, pinch your eyes and knock your head and at such young age, it's traumatising yer know!! i really felt like punching her face that time [opps, sorry aunt!!] hahaha. but i know by doing it, it'll keep me striving uh and by learing psychology in school now, i know that the ideal age where you can drill discipline and initiative is when you are in primary school so if she didn't had whacked me pull my ears, took my food away, i wouldn't be discipline to study!! thx &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MECHI&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Now when she's away doing her studies at manchester [btw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MECHI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAN U &lt;/span&gt;lost yesterday to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIVERPOOL&lt;/span&gt;, you got watch??] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BUSU &lt;/span&gt;is there for me!! she bought me a couple of tees, and a pair of jeans for me before i started off poly. gave me quite a few things, help me in a lot of issues. sometimes get money from her, got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XBOX &lt;/span&gt;from her... and one thing i'll always take away from her is her ice creams!!! everytime go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;casablanca&lt;/span&gt;, sure go attack the fridge. and yes, she can cook delicious italian and western cousines too!! so when i get bored over my momma's food, i'll hop over to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;casablanca &lt;/span&gt;for her pasta's and pizza!! very nice to me friends also!! the boys said that she's very nice, very hip also!! and they all call her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BUSU &lt;/span&gt;also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;so this is juz a short story about my aunt who i loved so much!! both very understanding and especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MECHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;who knows so much about my personal lifestyle and sometimes giving me advises. you may not be here all the time but don't worry, i didn't forget you ayte?? i still have your pic at my room frame!! and btw, i stop smoking already orite??? and to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BUSU &lt;/span&gt;who's always there to help me when i need help, thank you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114033465870220527?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114033465870220527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114033465870220527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114033465870220527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114033465870220527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/02/mechi-busu.html' title='Mechi &amp; Busu'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-114001312176145013</id><published>2006-02-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:37:23.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;valentines with the boys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;great?? what do yo think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;valentines with the singlets[plural for single guys] was far greater than i've expected uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;our aim was juz to chill up at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMK &lt;/span&gt;park and drank the nite's out but in turn, we all decided to do much more than juz sit down chilling...&lt;br /&gt;that is to dance. you guyz muz been thinking, dance?? wth ah guys??&lt;br /&gt;but we were actually picking up old steps, old flames, old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;jiwa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;of techno kia!! hahaha. i dunno y uh, but these days, we are becoming more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;materenians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[mat in short = ahbengs??].&lt;br /&gt;let's see, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;AZR &lt;/span&gt;cut his hair like 1 smart matmat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUHSIN &lt;/span&gt;want's me to have a mohawk and he said i have to get back wearing my tappered!! and he and me both wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cucuk langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; [shoot the sky].&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's happening ah. worst still, of all people&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;, HAFIZ &lt;/span&gt;want's to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cucuk langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; with us!! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ya so basically we were juz dancing our arses off to my ngage techno beats. showing the flowers and slicks of the dance moves, i think we'll still go great at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOS &lt;/span&gt;Tg pagar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, if all of you don't know, theres actually 2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ministy Of Sound [MOS]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; the one in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanjong Pagar&lt;/span&gt; opened last year, it's considered the next &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPARKS&lt;/span&gt;, so don't bother going there, highly infested with materenians and ah bengs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so valentines with the boys were great, no date? no problem! had my sweetest valentines girt from a sweetheart. thx darling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-114001312176145013?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/114001312176145013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=114001312176145013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114001312176145013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/114001312176145013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113975888970641951</id><published>2006-02-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:41:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trusting insecurities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;word of the day... "trust"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a simple word which is rather hard for a person to carry on its' true meaning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;remember when i said that i'll have a down day further up this year?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i think it's coming, soon.. very very soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i'm juz that sort of person who don't trust people easily ah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;maybe you'll find that abit egoistic but for my own happiness, i guess what i'm doing is really to my benefit ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you can deny that but you yourself is always thinking about trust whenever you are with someone but after sometime and some sweet talks, maybe you'll trust that someone and sometimes you may not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ask yourself this question, y you don't trust that someone??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;y you trust is obviously you feel a connection between both of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and this doesn't have to juz apply between couples, it can also applies to juz friends or maybe strangers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but to me, it really need a good deal of assurance and my own confidence and instincts to make me really trust that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and so much so i dun want to trust this someone, i felt like i want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i dunno how to explain ah, it's like i dun want what i want, get it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;whatever ah, ya this is the feeling i'm feeling now... very hard to cope with actually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but ya, i'm eusoff, living life at 150mph, nothing keeps me moving on then my own instincts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113975888970641951?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113975888970641951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113975888970641951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113975888970641951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113975888970641951'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yesterday, over exerted myself during PE class... had this thig they called shin splint while striding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and if you don't know what is shin splint, it's actually, over stretching of your tendons on your shin due to pounding, jumping and running. so yeah, yesterday's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PE &lt;/span&gt;class is all about jumping and running. 2hours of streneous exercises, must have been aggrevated it alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;earlier on, played bowling with the clique during the 2 hour break. the first game was the guys against the girls. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ME, KELVIN &amp; KWO vs JACINTA, SIDAH &amp;amp; KELLY&lt;/span&gt;. obviously the guys won lah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;KELVIN &lt;/span&gt;is a good bowler, he got his shoes and personal ball and he got this style of bowling that i always imitate behind him when he's about to bowl!! haha. there's a funny story during the bowl, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;KWO &lt;/span&gt;was the 1st person to bowl, and the first ball of the game, he bowl the ball, jumping on to the opposite lane!! it was damm funny lor.you literally see the ball jumping onto the other lane!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the second game goes, this time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;KWO &lt;/span&gt;backed out, so it's a sort of personal matches between us. for me, the first game i was competiting with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JACINTA&lt;/span&gt;, and i won her by a margine.. but this time, we made it clear of our stand, i am challenging her and yes, like everyone wouldn't expect, she won me!! hahaha i lost by a mere 1 point i think. but it was nice lah, i got to tease her in the first game but got the direct opposite during the second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ok ah, now juz woke up feeling body all cramped up with yesterday's exercises. my back hurts, my thigh strained... how i wished i was in school to ask my classmates to massage me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113963785852696874?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113963785852696874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113963785852696874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;had my presentation this morning, fantastic, actually my part was juz the pathophisiology part, and for the freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ACUTE GASTROENTERITIS&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a diarrhoea, the patho part very limited, becoz it's the job of the parasites, bacteria and viruses are the culprit that causes this problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;so i gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;KWO &lt;/span&gt;my stuffs, he edited and gave me back a much shorter but very plain information... i was thinking to myself "i'd only need 30secs for my presentation.." so then, typical of em to go dig up some things to fill into my slides, in particular, 1 slide!! haha. so i was being extra deligent and put it some bombastic words like i always used to do and rap myself away!! so juz before my turn to present, i made it clear that -quotes- "hello guys, my part of pathophisiology, unlike the other group, is going to be short and sweet". so off i go, adding in some spices into the slide. extra here and there and walla!! about 2 minutes of speech!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;so when the debriefing time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;KWO &lt;/span&gt;was like "hey eusoff, patho side comming up already, prepare" i know what he meant, i mean, patho is usually like the most important componant of a disease, so when i have it short and sweet, it obviously means that we are gonna get whacked!! but.... heng ah, this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CHYE &lt;/span&gt;was quite impress by my patho!! she said it -quotes- "i like your patho, it was really short &amp; sweet and easily to understand" and me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;KWO &lt;/span&gt;was like 'high-5'!! hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Had my prac 8 again juz now.. this time in the sunny afternnon of a monday... half my arm is now darkened by the sun already. for 100 mins, i ws riding myslef away, knowing that this is the final stage before my TP test. so off we go for a practice round, i fumbled alot, made 2 wide turns, 1 after my crank course, and the other after the u-turn... sigh.. and he said my crank course was still poor, which i have to agree... so prayed in my heart for about 10mins before going out for assessment. for thoses who do not know what the freak i'm talking about, practical 8 is the final practical before i go for a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traffic police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;test for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2B &lt;/span&gt;which is a bike lisence. in order to go for TP test, you have to clear the brutal assessment of prac 8 first! okok enuf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;so off i go, this time i'm the last man in. did my first right turn, orite no problem. 1st course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;slope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;had slight difficullty in changing down to gear one but managed to changed before i stop on the slope. cleared it, off to my worst nightmare, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;crank course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ssudden stiffness of my body, but cleared the course within 6secs but took a wide turn after the end. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;figure 8&lt;/span&gt; was a cruise, except when i wobble abit when i looked down. this is the disadvantage, for bike when you look down, you'll wobble... haiz. i looked down becoz i was going like a racer conering a 69! that's y i looked down to check if my crash bar has hit the floor! haha. but cleared the course within 12secs. next up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;emergency-brake&lt;/span&gt;, no problems about that. then &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;narrow plank&lt;/span&gt;, i thought that i wobble abit on it becoz of going to slow, but eventually cleared it. lastly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pylon slalom&lt;/span&gt;, again like a racer, cruising out smoothly within 6secs. so now off to road course, so far i think i had no mistakes on the road, so i don't wish to say anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;so whats the out come??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;-incorrect posture  at crank course -2pts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;-wobble at figure 8 -2pts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;-improper turning;wide turn -2pts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;-delay in moving off -2pts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;so total, 8pts!! yeah i passed!!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;but actually, at first i was annoyed, y? becoz i instructor asked this simple question, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who do you think will fail?&lt;/span&gt;" then he asked one by one and we all answer dunno.. then he said again, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it looks like everyone of you has to come back again....&lt;/span&gt;" as soon as i heard this line, i know like every other instructor, it means, you failed, come back again. but for this son of a gun, he continued "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..for your circuit revision and road revision&lt;/span&gt;". then i was thinking to myslef... road revision... you can only do RR after you passed from prac 8.. then suddenly i awoken, told myself "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh goddammit!! you passed asshole!!!&lt;/span&gt;" hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;so off to book my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TP &lt;/span&gt;test date, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28th FEB&lt;/span&gt;, wish my luck. by yet again, i dun take lucks, it's juz not me, i will know myself if i know i'm good, so keep all your lucks but instead, tell me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you best ayte"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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everything!!!'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113908786971259803</id><published>2006-02-05T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T05:17:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINABLACK points in a totally wrong direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;what happened to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHINABLACK&lt;/span&gt;?? juz came back from there with a totally new perspective about that place. used to like it alot. but 1st time went there on saturday, crowd was super slack. i can spread my arms, do split and turn 360 degrees around the dance floor w/o hitting anyone!! i could count the patrons by using 50fingers!! myabe it was juz not the day people go there. i should stick with wednesday night!!! next up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MADAM WONGS&lt;/span&gt; again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but despite that crowd, i took opportunity to learn something new, which is to dance to the trance beats. you know we human being are nt so creative in some ways and basically the dance steps we danced to were usually adapted or at least modified from another source. so i spent time observing these belacans dancing to the house and trance beats and suddenly i had the hang of it. maybe it's juz natural becoz it's about similar to techno steps. so off we go for about 2 and a half hours dancing  to trance. kinda cool actually despite my stiffness at the first few moves. but then, yet again, reggaeton juz rule anywhere!! as soon as it was 3am, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raggaeton/rnb/hiphop&lt;/span&gt; all the way my brudders!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113908786971259803?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113908786971259803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113908786971259803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113908786971259803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113908786971259803'/><link rel='alternate' 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days??? one is getting more depressed day by day. one is getting more out of love day by day. one is getting more irritating day by day. it's juz dosen't fit well for my friends these few days. only me who has been enjoying the best of life in this past few weeks?? am i honoured now?? is god plying down some rewards for me. he got me hooked up with alot of  girls. he got me a clearer mind. he got me more realistic. he got me more smarter. he got me more socialble. he got me more braver. he got me more cunning. he got me more relax and most importantly, he got me more happy. and yes ladies and chicks, i'm in the state of happiness these days!! i suddenly felt like the world has open up more ways for me to pursue my life in all aspects to the fullest. i have had these feeling before, it's kinda de ja vu when it happens at this time of the year, somewhere near valentines last year when i had the same feeling. i remember exactly that this thing don't juz come anytime, but to all these... it comes with a reason. what i've always been trying to find out is, maybe, to appreciate life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;so adios my friends, i'm over the moon. i need more space to have fun and chill out!! care to join my bandwagon??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113888077757827677?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113888077757827677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113888077757827677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113888077757827677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not doing so good without you&lt;br /&gt;The things I thought you'd never know about me&lt;br /&gt;Were the things I guess you always understood&lt;br /&gt;So how could I have been so blind for all these years&lt;br /&gt;I guess I only see the truth through all this fear of living without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you right here by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take another day without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, baby, I could never make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long just to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And to be back in your arms where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;But everything I've ever known gets swept away&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;All that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you right here by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days roll on I see&lt;br /&gt;Time is standing still for me&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not here&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I can’t always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;Everything I’ve ever known gets swept away&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x2&lt;br /&gt;And everything I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that i'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you right here by me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113863214797675661?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113863214797675661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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153);"&gt;had some time with my bro's after that... to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEEKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O BAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;juz to chill...new year made that road look like a ghost town... but end up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEEKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s got fight inside around 3am.. didn't look like ghost town already, more like gangster town... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEEKY'S, O BAR, INDOCHINE&lt;/span&gt;, 3 places in 2 days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;O BAR was the greatest that've stepped in these 2 days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CRACK, ZAI, AZR&lt;/span&gt; overnight at my house coz was too tired to go home that night already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;went to play soccer yesterday at the new court near &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CASABLANCA... &lt;/span&gt;at 1st thought that there the peeps got no challenge.. it turned up that they are as skillful as, not us but what we really see in them is really misconspetive. they were very skillful, fast and smart. their teamwork was great... i think they played with each other regularly... this is what happenes when you sport most of the time and neglect studies. people will judge you differently but to me i have no biasness aginst them, infact i like to play against these people, they hold up a challenge, made me irritated and at the same time improve my technique.. anyway, it was heavy day yesterday, aggreviated my thigh injury more...damm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUSU&lt;/span&gt;'s place to take something and she cooked for me and my guys her home made burger, so brought it down to clubhouse to eat.. chilled a while then went to my house to eat briyani!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ZAI &lt;/span&gt;was too exiced for it ah.. from sleeping on the pool chair, he immediately turned active!! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;later that night send &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SID &lt;/span&gt;home on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YBR&lt;/span&gt;, becoz he dosen't trust the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TZM&lt;/span&gt;, of which i rode him to my house earlier in the day... but one thing, my ride on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TZM &lt;/span&gt;was smooth one for him instead of the other day he claimed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AZR &lt;/span&gt;wheelied him trice on it. no dead engine and no misclutch... anyway, i feel safe on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YBR &lt;/span&gt;also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TZM &lt;/span&gt;is juz too fast and noisy for a 2B...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113860225538999863?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113860225538999863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113860225538999863' title='0 Comments'/><link 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rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Juz came home a few minutes ago from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INDOCHINE&lt;/span&gt;, i think it was called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NUDe &lt;/span&gt;bar instead... anyway, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;YS&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday, so went over with the RCY peeps to have a bit of enjoyment uh... first time into da club.. not as fun as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CB &lt;/span&gt;uh that place.. until 12am then got people go dance... haha. so boring rite!!! anyway, the ginger ale was a new thing i tasted and it was quite nice also uh!! i underestimated the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JD&lt;/span&gt;, 4 bottle caps.. and i was already saying to myself "wah, crazy liao me!!!" anyway, happy birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;YS&lt;/span&gt;!!! took cab home with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;JOAN &lt;/span&gt;paying fer me!! haha. broke already!! weeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;today was a hectic day!! really hectic... it all started at 8am in the morning till about 12pm for classes. then had my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NAPFA &lt;/span&gt;pretest.. woah damm, got a freaking bronze, thought i was holding silver till i my friend told me that i got a E for my pull up instead of D...oh no... i knew i couldn't get gold uh but i tried my best uh.. after all this years of slacking, didn't expect that i would even make pass for my stations uh...!!! anyway, was happy for my shuttle run timing, my guys couldn't believe it that i got 9.5s... hahaha! but it all came with a price, a torn muscle, cannot really confirm whether really torn or juz overstretched but it's damm freaking painful uh when i'm holding on it... if it's juz overstreteched, it's should be over by now already rite?? i think torn uh, i've been spraying deep heat ever since i got home and when the effects wear off, wah kao, still damm painful...!!! 2.4km was atrocious!!! a freaking 12.24mins!!! thouh i know i wasn't as fit as before, i was actually aiming for 11mins or less!! haiz, it looks like i have to keep on training... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;after that went to play soccer against the other group nursing boys. i left halfway thru coz got bike lesson which i flunged with 26 points. it was my prac 8, the last prac before my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TP &lt;/span&gt;test... damm lah, i actually only got juz nioce 18 points in circuit but then on the road, got only 1 mistake which is dangerous driving, 8 points!!!! oh my tian, 26 points... wasted. i didn't get any points outside except for that lah!! shitz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so yeah, my day was virually heavy, with my right thigh strain, dunno how am i gonna enjoy my hols.. tomorrow still got soccer and monday still going east coast... i think i can't make it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ayte guys, happy hols and to the cina peeps, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;happy lunar new year!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113844001984964026?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113844001984964026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113844001984964026' title='0 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type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a total of 28 rounds around the track covered this week, a total of 3 hours spent at gym and a total of 30mins spent at the swimming complex... this is juz the beginning of my training regime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113844033050579250?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113844033050579250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113844033050579250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113844033050579250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MAN UTD &lt;/span&gt;is gonna win by 1 goal yesterday??? hahah!!! they actually did, thanks to a late &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FERDINAND&lt;/span&gt;'s header by a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GIGGS &lt;/span&gt;freekick!!!! yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MAN UTD &lt;/span&gt;now up to 2nd spot already!!! glory glory &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAN UTD&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ended school earliest among my boys today. went to gym with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HUSSNI&lt;/span&gt;, as i'm not a regular gym patron, i don't really knows the steps in it. so i got him to get it over for me. teach me some stuff and let me get going. did quite a few exercises and weight lifting. i love the aerobics part of our training but when it come to strength, i'm good as gone!!! pathetically useless at carrying weights!! hahaha. i need some time more to tune in to the vibe with him. after that went running, with the purpose to train up for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NAPFA &lt;/span&gt;pretest this friday, end up completing 2 rounds and panting like crazy!!! i can't imagine how am i gonna complete my 2.4km this friday.. someone enlighten me!!!! help!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;watch our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NYP &lt;/span&gt;woman soccer team played against &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SMU&lt;/span&gt;. i gotta say, our woman's team is far stronger then the team that made up of me and my boys!! hahaha. for instacne, they can take goalkick, a girl kick the ball more than half field with precision!!! wah malu!!! they can head the ball on target... wah, my guys can't even head the ball for nuts lah!!! hahah must get training more often already guys!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113801681507155132?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113801681507155132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113801681507155132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113801681507155132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113801681507155132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/hard-day-today.html' title='a hard day today...'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113801630406737899</id><published>2006-01-22T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:39:26.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the song we sang, the days we spent together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;went over to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chua Chu Kang&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SID &lt;/span&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woodlanders &lt;/span&gt;reached there far earlier then the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chuachukanians&lt;/span&gt;...!!! haha. ya, had a great time, suddenly can see my talents in playing soccer already. after such a long time absent from court, the comeback performance on last friday was atrocious!!! but this time, my perserverence paid off, score a couple of goals and at the same time preventing the opposing from doing that. i juz felt that i'm always a agood player but ya you know, lifestyle problem but amazingly i wasn't tired at all juz now!! only a slight hitch during play was the worst, apart from that, i'm not really tired!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIN &lt;/span&gt;house to bath and eat then play guitar after soccer. me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SID &lt;/span&gt;is actually part of a 2 piece band becoz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIN &lt;/span&gt;went over to sing for the rock group guys. so me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SID &lt;/span&gt;actually came up to sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'as long as you love me'&lt;/span&gt;, my old time favourites from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BSB&lt;/span&gt;!!! then suddenly felt that we need a 2nd singer, so in came &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIN &lt;/span&gt;and for nearly 2 hours, we practised that song over and over again. i still need to improve my strummings becoz obviously i prefer plucking than strumings.. and the 2 guys have to coordiante their lyrics together. when i thought about it, it was kinda cool when you are singing some boy band song into our group. though we are not professionals, we did kinda well on our first ocassion playing it!! cool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;later watching soccer.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAN UTD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIVERPOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;my bet, 1-0 to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAN UTD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;we must win this especially when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHELSEA &lt;/span&gt;drop points to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHARLTON &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARSENAL &lt;/span&gt;losing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WIGAN&lt;/span&gt;!!! wohoo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113801630406737899?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113801630406737899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113801630406737899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113801630406737899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113801630406737899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/song-we-sang-days-we-spent-together.html' title='the song we sang, the days we spent together'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113784991708856456</id><published>2006-01-21T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:33:14.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;guess what... i juz woke up!! and not like i juz woke up after taking a nap, itz, i juz woke up after nearly 19hrs of sleep!!! arrrgh!!! damm it, i juz don't like sleeping... eh, no i juz don't like sleeping so long!! 10hrs max is good but 19 hrs!! wth??? damm it. what's becoming to me nowadays... supposed to go follow aunt MECHI watch some rock concert but said that i was unavailable due to school but then i overslept for school, shitz... she's sure going crazy when she sees me!! haha!! i juz can't imagine how i managed to sleep so long lah.. now feeling super hungry, super duper hungry, wonder how am I goona cope for this next 5 mins while i'm blogging...  well, maybe now i'm in the reserve tank, still can hold for a while... lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dunno how but during my wonderful beauty sleep, dreamt about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;with a fully flattened hair, like some decent nonsence guy. like some people in the 90s. hahaha. luckily it was juz a dream or i have had laugh till my guts out if i were to see him real-life!!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;then was thinking about my beloved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and if you are reading this shit head, when are we meeting up!!!! it's over a month already since we meet ya noe!! haha. call me quick quick!! battery's dying soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i think i noe why i slept for so long... becoz now suddenly felt my thighs and back aching... it was becoz i played soccer yesterday with my boys. as usual, played like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIMAR&lt;/span&gt;, skillful and visionary but low fitness!! haha, thick-skinned me!! lol. i think becoz i never streched and played aerobically, that's y got so much cramps... then i've gotta comment that now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AZHAR &lt;/span&gt;can play better football, at least he's picking up playing containnment but he needs to learnt to look around when he's doing that becoz if not, he'll be stucked there and never come out. way to go bro!! then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;SIDDIK &lt;/span&gt;is a sick in the ass you shit head!! suddenlt play soccer like some primary school kid!! run here and there like he's some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIRSTIANO RONALDO&lt;/span&gt;!! got me irritated on one ocassion... was hoping to play total football but when end up, he was not at his position!!! eh boy, learnt to speak up when you are playing soccer, you too quiet!! haha.. kk everyone is not a good player, including me or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SIN &lt;/span&gt;or even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ZAI&lt;/span&gt;. we are always striving to be the better, if not, the best. So i can't accept it when people say that "wah this guy play national, very good one, mark him down" and stuffs... we must leanrt to take it that, we are better and when you flops, juz take it as a challenge of your body not capable to cope the exertion. but ultimately juz think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm better, i'm better, i'm better, i'm better... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it keeps you motivated!! well, maybe you guys think who am i to comment on people playing soccer but let's juz be a realist for once, you don't see yourself as lousy at least 90% of the time and also 90% of the time, the observer is the best people to comment on how the players play, true?? it's not juz for soccer, i think it goes for other sports too!! so here i am, a pure realist, doing my job to observe and realitilised to others what they don't see, hope my guys take it as a motivation.. ayte guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;lastly, i've juz been thinking, had been single for nearly 3 years already[2yrs 9mths to be excact]... didn't expect that i would be strong enuf to hold on this long a singlet!! haha. of course, like other normal guys, we do have our crushes and obsessions but i juz didn't pick myself up to approach the girl. yeah like so what rite?? well, juz have to get this off here.. i think i'm not going for a girl that i've crushed since yr1. yeah yeah, so what...?? i dunno, am i fickled?? nope i'm not... juz don't know what to do... should i stay or should i go?? hmmm... although i don't usual listen to advises from virtually anyone but for this, what say you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113784991708856456?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113784991708856456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113784991708856456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113784991708856456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113784991708856456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-sleep.html' title='A long sleep...'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113776772815813152</id><published>2006-01-20T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T22:35:28.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Boys Bad Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;watch bad boys 2 yesterday. made me remind of myself how interesting it is to be a cop, in america. i juz can't imagine myself being a cop in singapore. will i have the trill?? will have to use my gun?? my dad has been a cop witht the SOC for over 20 years now and he never fired a shot to anyone but my uncle, also in SOC has BUT in timor leste while doing peacekeeping missions wiht the UN. so ultimately, i'm safe to say 98% of cops here have not shot anyone in the entire police career, is it? i maybe wrong but i'm forcing myslef to believe it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;well, here's something to describe myself-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;WE RIDE TOGETHER, WE DIE TOGETHER, BAD BOYS FOR LIFE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113776772815813152?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113776772815813152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113776772815813152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113776772815813152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113776772815813152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-boys-bad-boys.html' title='Bad Boys Bad Boys'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113757876341719670</id><published>2006-01-18T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:06:03.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Smart Anyone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;i suddenly love the felling of being smart!! haha. yeah, that's the feeling i'm feeling n0w in this past 3 weeks... y?? becoz i unknowingly decided to pay much more attention in lectures and labs!!! hahaha. but i doubt this will carry on for long, you know me, lazy as ever... hahaha but i juz love that feeling, i think you should too!!! it's like you can almost asnwer every question shot to you!! haha. it'z juz nice ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113757876341719670?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113757876341719670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113757876341719670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113757876341719670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113757876341719670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling-smart-anyone.html' title='Feeling Smart Anyone???'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113741489454668351</id><published>2006-01-15T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T03:14:03.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Facts About 6 VI's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6 facts i found about VI's during the "FD" overnight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CELINA &lt;/span&gt;can sing damm well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;INDRA &lt;/span&gt;can play soccer damm well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YU CHING &lt;/span&gt;can tune the guitar damm well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JIAN FU&lt;/span&gt; sir can play guitar damm well, but he deny's it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LIONEL &lt;/span&gt;can talk shit damm well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SARAH &lt;/span&gt;can hold up to no sleep damm well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113741489454668351?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113741489454668351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113741489454668351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113741489454668351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113741489454668351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/facts-about-6-vis.html' title='The Facts About 6 VI&apos;s'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113699872667458579</id><published>2006-01-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:58:46.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISTAKES</title><content type='html'>Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever heard of the line "it's ok to make mistakes" or "good to make mistakes now then later" or anything along that line??? what do you stand on that?? do you think it's wise to make mistakes early in life then later?? do you think the consequenses we make now is much more lighter than the future ones?? do you think we are able NOT to make mistakes when we aged?? how sure are you about that?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry will be an opininon of mine that has long lived in my mind that i'm so eager to share. i personally believe that making mistakes has never been good and be it committed during our childhood days or adulthood. whatever it is, committing a mistake is never good and so much so that we strive to make ourselves perfect, we can never be as what most people desired for us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i say that making mistakes is not good... there are a few factualy reason that is obvious why but there are a few more reasons that i felt genuine which i want to share out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact why it is wrong to make mistakes &lt;br /&gt;1: you'll somehow spoil a plan. and unless you have a back up plan, it'll cause unconveniences to the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;like it or not, you all have to agree with me on this that this IS the sole reason why making a mistake is wrong. troubling the people around you is never good am i right?? and when you trouble the people around you,some of them will somehow dislike you correct?? i mean, for example me as a nursing student, went for attachment at a general ward, committed a mistake, maybe a serious one, like forgeting to remove an overdue plug, exmple only eh.. then your defense is that you got backed up in other work and task and knowing that you are a student, year 1 so to say, your staff nurse will say something like it's ok and learnt from the mistake done. maybe you'll suddenly see how helpful a very busy turn out to be like teaching you a plan on how to keep track of your tasks. [sacarsm detected]. deep down the staff nurse, honestly she'd be saying what a student you are and the mistake cost her a 10min lecture from the nursing officer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i'm tryin to say here is committing a mistake is bad, why? becoz the opinion of people counts. this is a cruel world, backstabbing happens almost every minute you are interecting with someone be it your siblings or friends. so by making a mistakes, based on experiences, they offended will say good things if it's your first or second time but deep down, the amount of disgust is there. and maybe you might think that your relationship is not affected by it the next day or so, becoz you are a studnet still that she have the opportunity to dicard the issue away but yes, like what we all always say, feelings matters and by her being human, that issue can never be out of her that fast and for that i stand, MAKING A MISTAKE IS NEVER GOOD BE IT EARLY OR LATER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113699872667458579?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113699872667458579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113699872667458579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113699872667458579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113699872667458579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/mistakes.html' title='MISTAKES'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113687183105088664</id><published>2006-01-10T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:43:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slamat Hari Raya Haji</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;slamat hari raya haji to all!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;unlike the other hari raya, this celebration has to green packets to give away, so i'm broke now... hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;mum cook a whole lot of dishes in the kitchen yeterday with granny and dad... the best was the "sup tulang"! a whole big pot of it. about 40-50 pieces i supposed!!! then yesterday night, almost all my generation families were here. lets see. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;chief family : ganny, grandad. 1st family : mum, dad, bro, me, sis, 2nd sis. 2nd family : pak ngan, adik, husni, no mimi, no mengah. 3rd family : mechi, no daniel. 4th family : busu, busubyrd, iman. &lt;/span&gt;we had fun eating and eating and eating... and at last i can see the sup tulang moving bit by bit. actually it's ot sup tulang, it's curry tulang so you can imagine how slow i am at eating it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;haha.. anyway, i'm back to eating alot now but still holding on sick at the coughing level... will be fit soon.. watch out for it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113687183105088664?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113687183105088664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113687183105088664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113687183105088664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113687183105088664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/slamat-hari-raya-haji.html' title='Slamat Hari Raya Haji'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113687140086243315</id><published>2006-01-08T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:36:40.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Northstar 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;juz came back from &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPERATION NORTHSTAR 5&lt;/span&gt;. participated as a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; RED CROSS VOLUNTEER&lt;/span&gt; alongside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mike 4&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAP 4 MARINA BAY MRT&lt;/span&gt;. i was so eager to participate in this event coz, you know, 1st timer rite? nervouseness and all sets in. even when i have to camp a day at campsite and wake up 4.30am in the morning... so ya, you can imagine how much i'm looking forward to this event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;somewhere around 5plus 6am -&gt; bomb blasted at 4 locations. we were activated right around 6.45am. took a van to marina bay and reached around 7.20am or so... can't really estimate the time... wehn i was there, i dunno why but i felt that it was so real.. you know apart from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NDP&lt;/span&gt;, that was the first time i saw the personnels from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CID, CBRE, HAZMAT, PARAMEDICS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOC &lt;/span&gt;and all other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SAF&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPF&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCDF &lt;/span&gt;personnels at the scene. and then the vehicles that ferry these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOC&lt;/span&gt;'s in was like 1 freaking big bus filled with est 40 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOC&lt;/span&gt;'s armed with MP5 or the big red bus that ferry about 50 firefighters was like so big!! anyway... got some problems over the pass, we were not allowed to enter the inner cordon, we weren't supposed to anyway becoz it was dangerous enuf outside, what about inside.... so somehow managed to enter and proceeds to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAP &lt;/span&gt;and took over from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCDF &lt;/span&gt;paramedics. we took over the P3 = walking casualties. like a soldier counting how many shot they took from a war, i counted how many casualties i treated, and it was 11. a few rite,?? you might be thinking, "aiyah this guy action only, only 11 talk much"... well... i dunno, you try be in my situation, see how much you can do?? i was literally pespiring becoz there was no ventilation and also becoz we were underground... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;so around 9.20am we went back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HQ &lt;/span&gt;as we were told to stand down by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOH&lt;/span&gt;. we had "breakfast" and then waited until 10.45 went we had the debrief and went home... i'm so unfortunate. i'm still sick. i'm coughing like crazy and it always come along with a headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;aunt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MECHI &lt;/span&gt;came over for hols for 3 weeks!!! yea!!! she always bring down something for us from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MANCHESTER &lt;/span&gt;and this time she brought me the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MAN UTD&lt;/span&gt; calender, a MD and the usual orange chocolate. my bro got the red MD, a newer one than mine by mine is somehow better in the sense that i can transfer songs easily and charge it together. my couz ZUL got an ARSENAL calender, so funny the way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MECHI &lt;/span&gt;put it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MAN UTD&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ARSENAL &lt;/span&gt;calender!! hahaha. anyway, happy to see her... but today i'm sick, can't talk to her much.. maybe tomorrow or so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113687140086243315?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113687140086243315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113687140086243315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113687140086243315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113687140086243315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/operation-northstar-5.html' title='Operation Northstar 5'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113646232332517146</id><published>2006-01-05T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:58:43.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choose of groups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i hate it when choosing groups... i understand &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OKW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was having a hard time choosing groups for the class.. as you see, we are old enuf to know what's right and wrong for us.. and by choosing our own group, we know we are doin the rite thing... so when someone is there trying to make it a wrong decesion, we sure will go crazy rite?? though it's juz a temporary group, but when it has something to do with your grades and stuffs, we gotta make a crucial decision, unless you know that you are versitle enuf to join any group. as for me, i admit, i'm not that versitle to work with anyone and with all those philosophy that goes on for generation saying "sooner or later, you'll work with some people you don't like", fuck that!!! that's sooner or later, then y work with them now?? fuck it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not that i'm a bad person or what by saying this, but those 8 leftovers were definatley LEFTOVERS as no groups wanted them!! y?? 2 freaking reason?? 1stly people will want you in their group if they find you useful and like you and me, we don't want an unuseful groupmates rite?? 2ndly, we wouldn't want people who think for themselves only!! like rumours were goin around that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JAC &amp; LISA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was not happy that they were the leftovers becoz they don't wanna pair us with the PRCs. i dunno how ture was it but it's still a point if some people didn't want you.. am i giving the fact here??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;speaking about PRCs. shit them.. i thought i could be in good terms with them... but it seems that they couldn't be bothered either.. down there we were fighting for our rights for our groups, they were up there minding their own business.. reading books, smsing.. knn ccb!! i screwed them KNN infront of everybody when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MISLIAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tried to be a kind soul and switch spot, it was supposed to matters easier that way if 1  of them switched but those cb's wouldn't even come down!!  blood rising?? for once, i hafta say, i'm fighting alongside ppl like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELVIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coz fighting against him is much more fun, more competiton, haha, anyway... ya, we were like against the entire imposeful rule of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la!!! he was like imposing his steps in the class.. wah cb, buey tahan.. spoiled my mood for the year only.. sadly, i wasn't fighitng alot... i wasn't opening my mouth most of the time also.. if i were to, i'd win alot of points at the expense of my friendship with the leftovers... like, they were saying about fairness, yah shithead, where's the fairness when you tried to break us groups to you happyness??? and yes &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cb, your groups ticked together for 3 fucking semester cb fuck, and now look whose talking about sticking together old lady...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113646232332517146?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113646232332517146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113646232332517146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113646232332517146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113646232332517146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/choose-of-groups.html' title='choose of groups'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113646125401784183</id><published>2006-01-05T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:40:54.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year began, what has changed??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;past few days didn't blog already... nothing much happened... except that i was sick? first day of school? lousy timetabe??? the story goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2nd January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;went to PONTIAN with my grandies... my grandpa drove up to see my twin nieces.. ya, i also haven't seen them for years, so decided to tag along... the ride there [30km] was "phew" long enuf for me.. i hate travelling lah.. juz waste my time so you should nderstand, 1 and a half hour travel is like already crazy enuf for me.. and worst still, somehow got lost in the city area... damm sad lah... anyway, found the place, and spent a pathetatically 10mins also with them, before saying our goodbyes!!! knn rite!! hahaha otw way back was faster but the jam caught us... right from the bridge till the customs, it was jammed... damm.. spent a whole 1hour trying to play with the jam... admire my old one's fighting spirit.. with the jam that long, i'd prob be saying "oh shit... how i wish i can fly!!!" but he was like, "it's only a jam, y care so much!!" fuuuyioh!!! he's damm optimistic lah.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd january&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1st day of school... couldn't expect introduction to all modules rite?? i was like expecting, "ah, only 1st lecture, sure intro one..." but heck it.. bio was no wait lah.. bamm!! kena rite so much already!!! hahaha.. what a no surprise from the mono-tone sounding lecturer... then pathetic, my timetable stretches for a shitty 4hours before the next lesson.. so slacked aroud like nobody's freaking business playing big 2... was starting to be sick already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th january&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;didn't go to school... was febril as of 2am on 4th january... suddne;y feeling chilly in my body, head suddenly became heavy and my limbs became immobile... juz couldn't bare to move... took temp using the digital thermometer that i always kept near my bedside, "40.9deg"... fweesh!!!. i was "i gotta take a shower!!!". so yeah, took a quick shower, coz can't really bare the coldneess and you know whaqt i mean when you are bathing in the night with coldwater and worst still, it's raining... lol... then 30mins later, took my scary temp... to my dismay, it reduces to 39.smething deg... my medication regime was :2tabs of panadol at 8am; 2 tabs of panedine coz my fever juz won't go down and i'm coughing alot; 2tabs of panadol extra when i found out that both panadol and panadeine juz didn't work... suprisingly, after my 4th dosage, i found out that my fever was suppressed!! yeah!! so trust panadol extra next time!!! hahaha... anyway, i'm find now.. but bad thing is that, my guys are becoming sick... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was already half dead in school juz now... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ZAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was too... hmm.. can't blame me, i wasn't the carrier, i was the 2nd to get strucked anyway!!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113646125401784183?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113646125401784183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113646125401784183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113646125401784183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113646125401784183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-began-what-has-changed.html' title='a new year began, what has changed??'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113606449344091614</id><published>2006-01-01T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:14:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;went to donate blood along with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MR TANG, MR ANDREW ONG, CHIU WENG SIR, REN JIA, KHER LUN, JOHN [BB] &amp; JANESSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at HSA juz now... was an experience that i thought was rewarding... go donate blood in our full-uniform!!! so cool ryte?? it's like everyone was looking at us lah.. felt so proud!! another thing i felt proud was that me and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was the top donor there with 5 donations... but i won't the "challenge" coz i was only 18 and he's 20 already!! First time really interectd with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MR TANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i can say that he's someone who really talks alot, like give suggestions and stuffs... really alot of motivational stuffs come out from his mouth.. and he was like saying, "we should have a recognition like a medal or something for those VI who have donated a milestone, maybe 10, 15 or 20 tiimes and to be awarded during World red cross day". Actually i loved that idea, coz i may stand a chance to win!! hahaha.. and he used me as an example to lure more skinny people to donate blood.. becoz, he said, he didn't expect people of my size an donate blood, and reseonable well at 5 when i'm still 18. So he say i was a good example to the rest to donate... of course i felt proud that i was a donor, but recruiting more people is even more rewarding... so i'm using this to passa msg to all red cross volunteers, donate blood!!! we are having another drive in june/july!!! set your dates!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hell!!! that's how i describe the queue at&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ministry Of Sound [MOS]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; clarke quay!!! It's like longer than the queue for the national day parade lor!!! it was like a snake, but it started out well when we were on the queue... it'z moving like 10steps every10minutes... good sign, but then it ended up having a jumbled queue up front.. and worst still, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIN &amp;amp; IZZY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went missing, so we tried like hell to contact them..call, sms and call and sms again and again and agin.. but like that place juz blocks off all the connection happening!!! even in full reception, we can manage a side by side call!!! damn lousy environment... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;then together with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SIN, IZYAN &amp; her friend, AZR, SID, ZAI &amp;amp; his 2 elder couzins and the female couzin bf, MING &amp; COMPANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. A total of 16 of us decided to head for &lt;em&gt;Chinablack...&lt;/em&gt; and not becoz we juz wanna go there, heard from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the place there not a lot of people, so we quickly made a dash there in 4 cabs!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to share a table with us, but lucky us, one of them is a employee there, so we opened up 2 tables, for free!!! so juz call in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to join us... but she hadda leave halfway with her friends... so anyway, don't worrY, next time i wanna go club, i give ya a call ayte???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Roughly around 4pm, we starving, made our way to mac, ate some stuff then went home in our separate ways, likfe for me, i took NR2 to Woodlands CIQ then a cab home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Today's party was a great one, i was like dancing with my guys only lah, no gurls, no aquas!!! i juz felt like either dancing alone or with my guys... there are some tempting ones, but, ya, my urge was not there... ain't know why... and one more thing, mr &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gf was a good dancer, hip it on!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Got a lot of new year msgs from a lot of peeps there... but didn't haf the chance to reply, so hear it is, 2 &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOAN, CHEEKEONG, KELVING, KAI YUAN, JANESSA &amp;amp; POH BOON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to name a few, happy new year to you all too!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113606449344091614?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113606449344091614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113606449344091614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113606449344091614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113606449344091614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-eve.html' title='New Year Eve'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113593699435059495</id><published>2005-12-30T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:03:14.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th december</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;today is the 30th, the last day of my attachment, and a new day to start readiNg up my new lecture notes... sianz.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;couldn't believe that i juz completed 2 weeks of CDC and 2 weeks of orthopeadric posting... but guess what, i completed it but with a total of 5 days, coming to ward late!!! 2 during CDC, 3 during NUH posting... there was once i was 3 hours late!!! hahaha... i' juz crazy lah... sure kena marked down.. but luckily this is only VTP, nothing much to worry about... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;served a learning lesson to me, for sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;as you can see, i'm back straight to blogging right after i end my postings... why?? becoz i was damn buzy lah during postings... reading-up, research, memorizing drug guides, familiarising with procedeur... there's juz too much a STUDENT nurse hafta take into their stride!!! plus, enduring the life of both student nurse and assistant nurse!!! you know, especially in a 8 bedder ward, a student nurse must, i repeat, must double up as a assistant nurse instead of staff nurse... lol. we are like answering call bells and requests and accompanying the patients here and there!! and ladies and gentlemen, if any of you were to be ever warded to an 8 bedder ward, plz, take my advice: if you wanna pang sai, when your tummy grumble already, press da freaking call bell!!! the nurses will take years to attend to you!! unlike when you are in A class wards when you shit is juz around the corner and you can press the bell... and at my ward, there's this jumbo la, really huge patient, came in by some weird makeshift stretcher, carried by 2 paramedics and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 FIREFIGHTERS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! hahaha. His name is... *unable to disclose* mid 40s. came in for bilateral lower limb cellulitis. his 1 leg already weigh a near 30kg, it takes about 2 of us to carry it onto the bed. so can you imagine, when we want to bring him to shower, we brought 2 commode, tied together and push him to the assisted shower. i'm feeling for the commodes... they might be saying "god please help us" every minute of the time. hahaha!!! i mean, he's huge, it'z ok... bt his damn demanding lah!!! in a C class ward and so irritating... ask for this, for that. 1 of my patients transferred to a executive class when the son is unhappy about our slow service.. that guy got money, but here mister elephantitis [that was his diagnosis] has no money to even book an ambulance home... but i felt for him 1 way or another, he's poor but he's rejecting help when he's unhappy about something. so quite arrogant also... well, i wonder how the nurses are gonna handle him there when there's no students!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then i ahd this psy patient... was hallucinating herself in the cubicle. quite scary... the way she loook was that the nurses was the bad person and she was like screening the other patients and saying "don't come close, they are coming for them". scary sia when she say like that.... who coming? what coming? but really, got 1 patient bungkus 6 feet under already, and 1 to the ICU... then there was this time she was standing on her bed trying to reach for the fan... wah, luckily she's not tall enuf.. or we had a suicidal patient in our ward. and yes, we did restrain her, but somehow she can do almost anything with the restrain on, she even got off the strap jacket!!! hahaha. cool ryte???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;today will be a rest day, tomorrow will be a busy day... morning go buy books at school, then go meet siz for a while, then after that going out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to buy some stuffs then evening going MOS, i'm going MOS??? hell yeah!!!! to the countdown party!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well guys, it seems that my life is rather happy afterall!!! i love my life, so do you all to your life, the year is ending already, still havent got my resolution yet... but roughly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;things to scrap off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2. ciggies [step by step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3. lateness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4. lazyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5. lonliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;things to improve on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. healthier lifestyle, more adventurous outdoor activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2. put on weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3. finding a special one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4. have more money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5. spent more money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;bottom line is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. skip lectures, go tutorials and labs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2. go for healthy lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3. eat hell more than usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4. finding a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5. save money for bike!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and lastly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6. be as happy as i always am!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ps: when i reformated my comp, i lost all your links, do tag your links to me can??? thx!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113593699435059495?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113593699435059495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113593699435059495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113593699435059495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113593699435059495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2005/12/30th-december.html' title='30th december'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113499758589626773</id><published>2005-12-19T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:06:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Shaggy Month!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, as you can see, i didn't blog fer da past few days already, why?? because i juz had a wonderful but rather tiRed life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let's see, my posting at CDC was over, back to NUH [sianz]... CDC was fun la. The staff, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;MARICEL, LAILANI, SRI, WANG NA &amp; LI YIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are juz great!!! I love them so much!! It was juz sad that we hadda leave already on such a short week..... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;LAILANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said that she doesn't want me to go, maybe becoz i brought life to them?? i don't know... But yeah, we had a fun time there... Sitting in the nurses counter reading newspaper, playing game, bitch, bitch and more bitch... well, i admit, i do bitch there becoz we students are the only guys at that ward!!! all the staff are females!! Wohoo!! So we pick up some of their behaviour!! To &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;WANG NA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, good luck fer yer baby!! Sorry for all those jokes i say, but you're juz cute, so i can't stop disturbing you!!! To the rest, have a great X'mas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then it was ULP, i busy bodied during their Bukit Timah hike... Firstly becoz i juz want to go there to have some fun, 2ndly, i wanted to test my endurance after all those sticks... and 3rdly, yeah, none other than FA!!! The hike up was fine, the hike down was a breeze, the hike to Mac ritchie was hell!!! total distance covered was, est 16 clicks!!! wow!!! Sore blister over my feet after that... But as again, hiking can never be more fun esp with my bro mr &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! we cheered and cheered and learn cheers and many many more, many many more, many many more!!! haha!!! i bet you guys who were with bravo platoon knows what it meant!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then there was VIP, same as usual, supporting FA as FA i/c.. This time i'm working under &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JOEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sir... yeah i didn't work with him before, so that was an experience i had and i can say that it wasn't a smooth one lah.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ANDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sir kept saying that he didn't do his job... well, i got no say actually... he's an officer, and i''m still a NCO... so... but yeah i had a wonderful time there.. mixing with the young ones... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;QI JUN, QING XIANG, STEPHEN, JASON &amp; ZAIDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and then mr &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZAIDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spill out some probs to me, well, as a senior and as a fellow friend, i did advise him on new things lah.. i think it'z juz natural of me to take care of my kidz... Then it was campfire, fun one i hafta say.. the kidz did a rather nice deco and performances!!! thx guyz for the wonderful evening... Talked to my fellow VI's and it juz reminds me of how much i still love them.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; confirmed with me that she'd be leaving the once great WGSRCY.. I hafta say that i'm so uper sad lor.. I mean, she's a boost to the unit... an i had worked with her eversince i was juz a small frying i/c back in sec 1!!! so familiar to her style and now we have to part unit ways... but i aspire to bring WGSRCY unit up back to be the best in north, if not, better!!! Talked to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WILSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sir about north current development... I hafta say, i'm starting to like that old one more and more!! He's juz influential to me, i don't know why though... And yes, i'm going to have a bonus next year when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;INDRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the newest kid on the block is going down to WGSRCY!! My understudy!!! I'm gonna groom him to be a youthful but yet respected VI in WGSRCY and maybe if he exceeds my expectation, to be recognized in north like me... He expressed his feelings and envied me as one of those malays who is an active VI, different from others... I can see why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZAIDI &amp;amp; INDRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; envied me for being a youthful &amp; creative VI!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;INDRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mentioned that i was different in front of trainees and yet, at the back of em', such a caring and cool guy... Well, i can't say that i am not, but i can't say that i am too!! haha.. but thx &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;INDRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ANDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sir too bought a boost to me this time around.. We had some instance of talk during the camp... on certain ocassion, he do say how we RCY are progressing and develop ever since last time... He said too on 2 ocassion, one in which i had become more good looking than before [blush blush]!!! and on the 2nd, the mature side of me... and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RUI XIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ma'am said that maybe it was becoz of my attachment that made me more mature... well, again, i can' say that i'm not but nonetheless i can't say that i am too!! thx sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now back to NUH... super packed lor... i'm gonna see how i'm going to survive 2 weeks there... sianz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113499758589626773?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113499758589626773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113499758589626773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113499758589626773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113499758589626773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-shaggy-month.html' title='What A Shaggy Month!!!'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113405385145215453</id><published>2005-12-08T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:57:31.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINABLACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well well, juz came back form &lt;em&gt;CHINABLACK&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VON,VIVIEN, QL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [all ma'am's], &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VAN, PB, DOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who was there for a while. 1st time i went clubbing with them and gotta say, despite only few of us going only, i had anticipated it to be fun!! Well for once i gotta see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being so-call drunk or juz hyper... Then i can see the giRls dance and how heavy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; drinks!!! lol. I gotta admit, i din't know that these peeps are actually an active bunch of clubbers though i don't think that they club with each other before...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well, lets see... i din't know my officers were so generous.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got us a &lt;em&gt;tequila shot&lt;/em&gt; each.. honestly, it's my first time shooting one down my throat.. oso i got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to explain to me a bit on how to get it down... well, 1 shot is enuf... and it cost 10 freaking dollars!!!! wow, thx &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VON's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; turn to pop the table by getting us a &lt;em&gt;tequila POP&lt;/em&gt;, i got this one before last time.. so i somehow knows how to pop it.. but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was so funny, maybe he gone already, that's y dunno how to pop properly, got air, so no chance to get it gassed!!! Thx &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then it'z time to dance, well, the crowd is somehow great ah.. the chinese cheeks are better then the malays... sexy to a certain extend ah.. but of course, being a good boy, i always stick by my friends!!! hahaha!!! hey guys, any of you reading this... remeber, nothing really ever happened ayte!!! haha.. ya, there was this one time i got to the podium coz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got on to the platform and asked me to get up to the platform, shy also have, so podium enuf, not too high up... but that doesn't mean i wasn't enjoying myslef up there!!! you know it'z hard to get the entire podium by urself!! so make full use of it... there was this girl who sudden;y came up and let me slide on to her!!! and it was so direct that i didn't got time to think of what to do next.. So juz let my mind blank for a while, then it was juz me and her up there for about 2 mins or so before other people came up to join... well, got this girl i kena reject also, bout what the hell, it's a norm to get so-called pushed away while dancing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;somewhere around 3am, went out and grab a cab to get home ASAP!!!! well, i was happy, $18 worth spend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kept topping up drinks for us and plus the POP she bought for us... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DOR's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shot... i'd sure want to go with em' again!! not becoz of the drinks but juz becoz they atmosphere they brought to us... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can be fun to be with too!!! anyway, have fun to all of you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113405385145215453?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/feeds/113405385145215453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438141&amp;postID=113405385145215453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113405385145215453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438141/posts/default/113405385145215453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoff.blogspot.com/2005/12/chinablack.html' title='CHINABLACK'/><author><name>eusoff8casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575099303281564979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GVN7lNm-2c/SPn-YVF8rWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHln1hiNAg4/S220/thai+trip+(26).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438141.post-113405242306587233</id><published>2005-12-05T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:33:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day at Cdc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Life is like a storybook, eveRyday, something new happened: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yeah yeah... today 1st day at &lt;em&gt;CDC&lt;/em&gt;... nothing much happened, nothing happened, nothing ever really happened!!!!!  yeah i made my stand, nothing happened, i slacked for like 70% of the time except the time when i hadda take TPR BP and some minor2 chores... apart from that, nothing to do lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the first place where i can slack and sleep at the nurse's counter... i can read newspaper at the counter.. imagine that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438141-113405242306587233?l=eusoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</conte
