<?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-6059664651398358450</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:35:36.036+08:00</updated><category term='happy lunar new year'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>edmund's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>milk + cornflakes = breakfast</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok. it's pretty amusing. met up with ceyao for mc breakfast this morning and chatted before i enter this monday. after that, we came to a bookshop and he was amused by some 8 year old 20c machine that shoots ping pong balls. but this is not the main thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather, she saw me first and she went, "hi, edmund." and stopped infront of me. i was like 'hi' and brain was like 'who is she?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nice seeing her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does ceyao have to play the ping pong thing?!&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/6059664651398358450-7476765213608921742?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/7476765213608921742/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-7071287497856226452</id><published>2008-06-09T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:02:21.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll be closing down this blog soon. getting alittle tired of it and after heading to ns, i wont have the time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna thank all of you who came in here to read my rants and stuff, and i hope that you kinda gained something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed&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/6059664651398358450-7071287497856226452?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6150982241032407899</id><published>2008-06-06T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:44:26.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;darren and binny went in already. then my cousin and lastly, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's goodbye to alot of people as i plan to not see you people again, not that i'm cruel, but it's just the truth. a different phase of life change the people around us. there are ppl we keep, and people we lose. ok, i'm usually pretty optimistic about things but when it comes to the truth, i have to face it. isn't it too early? that's the sad part, kinda started worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've liked a girl for quite some time, and it's goodbye to this thought, i've got to move on. some friends i will keep, either i bother to keep or they bother to keep me. haha, usually only guys bother to keep me, i'm a sad man, should be gay eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to ns, i'm looking forward to it. just have to give up alot of things. sigh.&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/6059664651398358450-6150982241032407899?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6150982241032407899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6150982241032407899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6150982241032407899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6150982241032407899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-more-week.html' title='one more week...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5960807461180879653</id><published>2008-06-01T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:16:40.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;went for the grad dinner last night and it was pretty good, i think. there's so many glamourous women. wow... it's sad to see them go. as usual, most of the engineering side are made up with guys, so girls was a small portion of our half. however, the other half was packed with beauties. i was kinda mesmerised by a girl. i keep looking at her and didn't tell anyone about it. she's so pretty. but in a paul's point of view, maybe she's not. so why did edmund think she's pretty? SHE LOOKS LIKE MIKA NAKAMURA! super pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the dinner, alan, guan zhao, henry and i decided to just go and chill, since it's our last meeting and will be nice to just have a chat and stuff. walked to clark quay and coincidentally met up with another group of buddies, yao boon, wei jin, ruo ying, alvin, roger and emily. so we went to a bar to chill. 10 of us "uncorked" a bottle of chivas and spent the night away dancing and mixing around with some Caucasians. it's pretty fun dancing, just dancing randomly with the music and the alcohol swaying the head off. there's this german, he's crazy man. his drive for women is there man. we danced till Forbidden City closes, which is 3++am, and the 2 germans wants more. like i said, they desire the "peak of the everest", so we brought them to MOS to party. after bringing them there, we bid our goodbyes and went off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 4.20am, and woke up occasionally to puke. i guess i drank too much, hahaha. i puked part of my dinner, and then the orange juice that came with the dinner, twice. i guess the cataract for this 'pukage' is the alcohol. but it's cool, i'm feeling better now. got up at 1.20pm, that's how much i slept, haha.&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/6059664651398358450-5960807461180879653?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5960807461180879653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5960807461180879653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5960807461180879653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5960807461180879653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation-dinner.html' title='graduation dinner'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3045170059472026578</id><published>2008-05-31T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:39:37.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;this is the day where all of us are waiting for. well, not everyone, but we still do know that we have to end this phase of life at some point. even though tears are not seen on stage or anywhere around the convention centre, i'm pretty sure that some of us do know that we may not be seeing each other again. there is a mixture of sadness and, of course, gladness. having spent 3 wonderful years in this school and it is indeed the best times in my life, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put on my gown and went to my seat. slowly, memories start to melt into my conscience and pretty much made a clear image of the past. sweet memories, some call them. i giggled at myself, not knowing there's so many people in my course, as i start to remember my first crush in poly when i saw her walk up the stage to collect her diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the graduation procession ended and i headed back to my ex-classroom. the nostalgic space that surrounds me churns out an appreciation for the lecturers who nurtured me till the end of my diploma course. and of coz, not forgetting the 2 TSOs who assisted my group's struggle in our project work. both of them are like friends than just academic staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with jay and kinet for dinner in town and kinda made jay emo. ha. ended the day with a freaking long train ride, accompanying kinet to sembawang thn to jurong east. in the train, we were flipping through the ece mag, and we kinda picked the pretty girls and i told them about my first crush. while looking into the picture with all the ece academic staff, i start to recall my lecturers from year 1 and 2. these memories are pretty faint and i'm sure i can't remember some of their names clearly too, but i do remember what they did and i will always give thanks to their efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my peers for this exciting and fun journey in NP and my parents who have been supporting me. Thank God for all the encouragement, wisdom, support and courage. I love you girls/guys.&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/6059664651398358450-3045170059472026578?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3045170059472026578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3045170059472026578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3045170059472026578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3045170059472026578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation-day.html' title='graduation day...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-8368934944302151690</id><published>2008-05-29T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:44:33.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd weird dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;took a nap at 4pm and i still managed to dream. curry chicken and a huge flood that managed to cover the roads. thn going to japan with my grandma. and i woke up. lol. weird.&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/6059664651398358450-8368934944302151690?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6322352629407998718</id><published>2008-05-28T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:57:06.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;went into ivy's blog, and got freaked out. not coz her blog's graphics are to horror like, but the music just shook my quiet being. it's like some chanting and i was thinking, "what! ghost?! where?! where's the chanting?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the morning, i looked around my desk and found out it's ivy's blog. arh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today on ST Home, Msia is banning foreign cars to fill their petrol tanks in kiosks that are within a 50km radius relative to the Sg-Msia border. on the surface, it's pretty bad for the sg cars coz malaysia's petrol is so much cheaper and the ban kinda shut the tap of an essential source for petrol towards them. reason for the ban, they don't wanna share the RM 40 billion subsidy on petrol to foreign cars. i thought, "well, it's pretty reasonable. since it's your money, you can do anything with in." however, the kiosks owners cried out. being up to 90% of their business, especially the kiosks that substantially near for sg cars to enter msia and top-up, depended on sg cars. well, save the money for locals, but locals lost business. haha. nice move.&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/6059664651398358450-6322352629407998718?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6322352629407998718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6322352629407998718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6322352629407998718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6322352629407998718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning-blues.html' title='morning blues...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-2370763134887635504</id><published>2008-05-27T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:28:40.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i had a weird dream yesterday. not really that hentai kind, just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i was going to some mrt station with kian and binny, but ended up in some mrt station that looked like yio chu kang and than i kinda called kinet. dunno why i called kinet, but i called kinet. but kinet nv answer my call, instead, someone from alpha answered. thn i say hui jia with her group of friends just after a bath. thn i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh brain, can come out with something that has a relation to something or not? like dream of running or jogging along east coast park and thn do some pull-ups. or play badminton with a grp of friends. something like that would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to complete a song yesterday night and realised it took me around an hour plus. the time just flew and i was pretty absorbed over it. well, ns is coming and i'm pretty excited over it, also kinda depress over it. my mom has been saying it like ns is hell, so it influenced me abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should actually read up on how to play stocks eh, to waste some time away.&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/6059664651398358450-2370763134887635504?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/2370763134887635504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=2370763134887635504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2370763134887635504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2370763134887635504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/05/weird-dream.html' title='weird dream...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1140768635373903999</id><published>2008-05-26T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:11:38.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;i'm alittled worried on how will our songs turn out during the performance coz we kinda only perfected it last minute. ha. punk man! ok, alittle punk won't hurt. i can't believe how slip shot i am, just finishing 2 songs in like 4 days and one of them i finished it on the rehearsal day itself. i was thinking of a 4th, with just me playing and maybe a love song. arh, i hate writing love songs, it's so boring and from a fat man like me, i've got 0 experience in this kind of matters. boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ns is edging nearer and the time where i'm going to leave people is also pretty soon. sigh, i'm going to miss my guitar for 2 weeks man. i love my guitar. and i'm going to get a new one soon after i got enough cash to get a JAP Strat. i'm going japanese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-239186044373862880</id><published>2008-05-25T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:45:41.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't thought of a title...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's a pretty good day yesterday, being with the guys and playing more songs and indirectly killing them. man... i wanna exercise. but it's so hot and there's still a rehearsal later on. i've got one more song to complete and i've got to type it out later on. well, simple song and kinda a change of pace in a genre, all the weird pop stuff, or maybe just the christian reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably the only thing that i realise is that the only situation that i dare to say, "i love you" is to my guitar. arh... like that how to get girlfriend sia, edmund. it'll be like... "ゆき（ギータの名前）　愛してるぞ" something like that. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, you reader will probably thing you should actually give up reading this blog coz this fool just kept going about his guitar. well, maybe. ha.&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/6059664651398358450-239186044373862880?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/239186044373862880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=239186044373862880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/239186044373862880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/239186044373862880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/05/cant-thought-of-title.html' title='can&apos;t thought of a title...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-2337708657116975563</id><published>2008-05-23T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:20:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;jo came over today. i was thinking of how to teach him guitar and i thought that i should actually teach him the more theory kind of approach. not really very very theory, but to start off from knowing the notes rather thn knowing the chord patterns, which what most guitar guides will prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things to learn on the guitar but i'm just so reluctant to pickup, like memorising my frets. without knowing them, i'm still quite lost in changing keys in solos. pretty cool at how richie blackmore does. santana is the way man... santana...&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/6059664651398358450-2337708657116975563?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/2337708657116975563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=2337708657116975563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2337708657116975563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2337708657116975563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/05/guitar.html' title='guitar...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-221550787282827508</id><published>2008-05-22T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:15:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;went to darren's place today to do up phoebe's card and nua at his pool. my hands are all wrinkled. his place changed alot man, another new home theatre and another new dining table. wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the pool, i was kinda worrying about something. well, not about getting a girlfriend, it's about nurturing my kids next time. well, it's very very far, but i'll still be there one day. will i be prepared? beating our child seems to be a rare practice nowadays, and seeking alternatives bring up a child. it's pretty difficult man. say if i've got a daughter, i was thinking will i accept her character and her image statement. say my daughter bought a set of bikini or a piece of exotic under garment, how well i react to it. hardly any asian parent wants their child to bear too much skin in the public, so letting this thought go is pretty difficult. getting a guy will be much simpler i guess. well, i think for my wife, getting a girl will be much simpler. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure about how my dad feels nowadays. he's like a loner man. after work, come home with dinner for my bro and i, thn head out alone to de-stress. i don't see him talking much to his friends and maybe he's a family guy. i wonder how he feel about me drinking beer. at least he let it go, and just told me to watch my alcohol consumption, which is pretty minimal. what if i smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo's coming over tml for his 1st guitar lesson, shall cook something for lunch. i'm getting broke. ha.&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/6059664651398358450-221550787282827508?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/221550787282827508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=221550787282827508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/221550787282827508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/221550787282827508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-day.html' title='fun day...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3976464166483456714</id><published>2008-05-20T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:24:27.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simpler blogskin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i thought that it might be good to be simpler. ha. not exactly new though. well, the previous one kinda contradicts my image. i'm just a plain little boy going to be sent into the renown slave camp in a nearly island this coming june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll not be seeing alot of people and definitely meeting new buddies. will be goodbye to some of you, especially the ones i met in school, the not so close ones that is. i can't wait for the moment after the 2 years. will it be nus? or ntu? i'm pretty flexible though, but i do prefer nus, which still has no reply to my application. i'm quite sad about it, just hope that they don't send in a rejection letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped today off and i'm in a middle of a new song. well, quite mushy really, and i'm attempting a 6/8 signature. so i met up with alot of challenges. booted my short sentences coz it's too draggy and now i'm thinking about the longer sentences. i gave a mushy title, Reason to Love. hahaha. well, not a mushy theme though. it's a song about this child left home due to some differences between the life she wants to pursue, which was thought by her dad as too far fetched, and her dad's idea of her future. her dad kinda fought with her about it, so she resorted to leaving home. so her dad felt really sad about her leaving him and the family and came into his senses that he should just welcome her home and not blame her even if she succeeded or failed to achieve what she wants. well, this song is in the perspective of the dad, not the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have a long way to go for this song, so probably an acoustic set, with zw singing. hahahaha.&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/6059664651398358450-3976464166483456714?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3976464166483456714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3976464166483456714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3976464166483456714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3976464166483456714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/05/simpler-blogskin.html' title='simpler blogskin...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3907708246012502</id><published>2008-05-19T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:46:38.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>risotto... yay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i didnt expect my dad to arrive home early. oh well, it's till pretty difficult to have a conversation with him. not that we're both quarreling, it's just both of us have this similar character. loners. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to think of a set of lyrics, with a melody that is pretty wavy kind. not too stuck up with the current level of theory i know. well, i guess i have to go visit yubin sometime to learn what he learnt about minor major and stuff, so i can add some flare in my songs. recently, i found out that the major 4th can be changed into a minor to lead a song back to the major root. it's pretty interesting and i'm actually abusing it now. ha. oh well, the minor 7ths are pretty interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, had the 1st rehearsal for the mp song, kinda forced kinet to puke out a solo. haha. everyone's doing fine, have to be tighter and i'm alittle lost too. so maybe coming saturday? rehearse again? haha... i hope so, it's pretty fun doing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml will be a new day. no work, but got workout. lets go ed...&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/6059664651398358450-3907708246012502?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3907708246012502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3907708246012502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3907708246012502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3907708246012502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/05/risotto-yay.html' title='risotto... yay...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3522598696651515437</id><published>2008-05-19T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:13:16.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super hyper voltex milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;milk + corn flakes = one of my favourite breakfast combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's over, no more pharmacy assistant, no more patients thinking that we a doctors, no more drugs and bye bye to some nice people i met in the pharmacy. the 2 months with them was probably the most exciting job i had, trying to beat the clock and entertaining patients' requests. sometimes, it does feel good after you've done something for the patient but it kinda sucks when the patient tried to think his/her way and not listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hated the home delivery. personally, i feel that why can't people just follow procedures or agree to the conditions that is written on the home delivery option paper? it's written 3 working days, and they kinda left this condition out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is, why do patients approach us if they want to change their prescription? it's weird. why don't they contact their doctors. maybe, the doctors are weird too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;レドしんごリエンジア　の　新　飲み物！&lt;br /&gt;何これ！&lt;br /&gt;スパー　ハイパー　ボルテスー　ミエキー&lt;br /&gt;さ！　子供だち！　遺書に飲んでください！　凄く　美味しいでしょ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-3522598696651515437?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3522598696651515437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3522598696651515437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3522598696651515437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3522598696651515437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-hyper-voltex-milk.html' title='super hyper voltex milk'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1044603720517355814</id><published>2008-05-15T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:21:59.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pizza phobia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;caught this thing this afternoon. didnt report to work this morning due to constipation and it really sucks. ha. when my bro came home this late afternoon, i was pretty well so i decided to give my bro a treat, since i rarely do that. i was thinking of ordering mcdonalds but noticed that i had it last night and i have 50 bucks in my wallet, so why not pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't tried canadian for some time since i kinda patronise sarpinos, but well, wont hurt trying rite? so i asked my bro to order 2 regular 10" pizzas, beef bacon cheeseburger and smoked salmon. i kinda heard his conversation and realised he missed the "regular" word, so after he ended his conversation with 62410241, i double checked with him if he ordered regular and mentioned the word "regular". he said, "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out... no... 2 large 14" pizzas at the door step and i went, "shit man, how are both of us going to finish such stuff?" well, since that pizza dude made a trip down, i wouldn't want to send him back again, not knowing whether is canadian's or my bro's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is hell. i ate more thn a 14" pizza and i was bloated. i actually got sick for pizza now and the smoked salmon was awful. no more pizza till maybe after or during my bmt. argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1044603720517355814?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1044603720517355814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1044603720517355814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1044603720517355814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1044603720517355814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/05/pizza-phobia.html' title='pizza phobia...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1926641263233311684</id><published>2008-04-29T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:55:10.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this is one of the few times in the year i fall sick... flu, cough and sore throat. well, to be more precise, it's sore throat then to a flu and now cough that rattles my throat. called in the pharmacy and luckily ridzwan picked up. poor people that got ignored by us... hahaha... we just hate phone calls, don't we? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1926641263233311684?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1926641263233311684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1926641263233311684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1926641263233311684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1926641263233311684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick.html' title='sick...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5625828236219187317</id><published>2008-04-19T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:56:37.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>army, being the scum for the nation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;work has been getting better, i think. most of the time, it's the patients that gave me problems rather thn the pharmacists. i still make alot of mistakes though and still am willing to learn more. it's funny though, i made alot of mistakes today, especially in the morning, but why bother? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th of june, it's the day that i will be embarking on a new phase of life. fear, some may call it. hysteria... well, mandy's in for a year of it and he's still alive, i guess i will be alive thn. 26 wks of bmt, will be a long long long long period of being botak. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5625828236219187317?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5625828236219187317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5625828236219187317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5625828236219187317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5625828236219187317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/04/army-being-scum-for-nation.html' title='army, being the scum for the nation...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-4996864952384370808</id><published>2008-04-03T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:14:07.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cyclosporin!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;arh... damn it... just before i left work, this pharmacist went to lecture me about packing extra. well, it's my fault for not checking the amount in a box. arh... this is crazy. the label printed 60 in a box, but in actual fact, the new box has 100 and it's 5 bucks a tablet! great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after lunch today, i went back to packing prescriptions. $3.2k prescription. i was kinda shocked. and it's only an item. the item is in cencer centre which is so far away, so i was thinking what if i broke it and stuff. haha. it's just a bottle of inj, a small one. 3.2k bucks. worth more thn gold man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during dinner i was having mini wok, i thought that it will be good, but i didnt finish my noodles and went back home. while bathing, i was thinking why don't i just order a rice dish since i prefer rice to noodles. more thinking in the bathroom which evolves to rice and noodles engineering. not much of a big discovery, or not even a discovery, just thinking how human satisfy one another. rice noodles. intricate outcome of interlocking cooked/steamed mixture of rice flour and water. hehe. well, all random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting abit too much random sickness, must be the work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-4996864952384370808?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/4996864952384370808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=4996864952384370808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4996864952384370808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4996864952384370808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/04/cyclosporin.html' title='cyclosporin!!!'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-939662531460388517</id><published>2008-03-27T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:00:38.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for spoiling my mood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this is why i hate working at NUH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random old lady just walked into the pharmacy. commented on my dress code just 30 minutes into work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random old lady: do you know you can't wear jeans to work? no one told you about it? is this your first day here?&lt;br /&gt;me: no, fourth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite sad liao, coz my mom told me i can wear jeans, but now cannot... the worst is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw some random medication on the bottom table which is pretty much in a mess, and it's kinda like scattered all over. so i went to sort them out and try to clear the place, and tahdah! the same old lady... this time, she screeched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random old lady: OEI! NI BU YAO DONG WUO DE DONG XI! (translation: OEI! DON'T YOU TOUCH MY THINGS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, it doesn't have a name on it and i'm new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite sad and she kinda spoil the mood, that's why i hate working at nuh. most of the old ladies won't fail to pull people down and living in their own world, increasing the layers under their skin. i don't mind being warned for making mistakes or being scolded cause it's my fault, and i do get some stern scoldings, but this?! this is atrocious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of quiting in the morning but the adrenalin to keep moving kept me on my toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-939662531460388517?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/939662531460388517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=939662531460388517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/939662531460388517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/939662531460388517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/03/thanks-for-spoiling-my-mood.html' title='thanks for spoiling my mood...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3771138140341875741</id><published>2008-03-25T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:28:50.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parmacy assistant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's the end of my 2nd work day and i've got to tell ya, it's not simple. getting paid 7 bucks an hour to handle the drugs of patients, memorizing tons of medicine shelfs and getting screwed by senior technicians, it's indeed underpaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, honestly, i didn't really learn much about medicine, maybe the way they count it and the procedure to process the prescription, other than that, nothing much. i still ignore a ringing phone, only do short queue and long queue prescriptions limit to 5 different medication. i still cant order ran out medicine from the other retail pharmacy in kent ridge wing and i still cant work out the ipharm, the program that governs the whole stock and patient's details database. well, if they ask me to create a database and gave me 3 months to do it for 5k, i wouldn't mind! 1 month to learn access or sql and another month to work on the project. that's a good deal right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, work over there is pretty busy, but the people are very willing to help me, for now that is. i guess my first impression on people is that they dislike me, i think. arh... i'm in the wrong environment, i should be in something engineering, doing some projects to improve their manufacturing operations or whip out a test system for them to test their new product. arh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are in pain, i need rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-3771138140341875741?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3771138140341875741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3771138140341875741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3771138140341875741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3771138140341875741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/03/parmacy-assistant.html' title='parmacy assistant...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3639684306770747708</id><published>2008-03-22T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:54:02.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream guitar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well, i guess it probably will worth more thn 10k, considering that it's going to be ESP custom from japan. it will kick ass...&lt;br /&gt;i'm just dreaming... dreaming again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-3639684306770747708?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3639684306770747708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3639684306770747708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3639684306770747708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3639684306770747708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dream-guitar.html' title='my dream guitar...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3659829363157467194</id><published>2008-03-21T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:16:55.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obligations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;truth does hurt alot, and most of the time, it's pretty tough to stick to the rules when you have the real goods tying you down. it's quite disheartening after reflecting that you kinda force someone into something. it's like farming for a foie gra, you always have 2 groups, the francophiles who goes all out for the french cuisine and the animal rights activists, claiming that force feeding by sticking a feeding tube down the esophagus of a goose/duck for it's fatty liver is cruel. however, you'll in the middle, telling you that you love foie gra and force feeding a duck is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i did put a stop to this, as usual, i'm at the disadvantaged end. it's kind of sad. ok, i'm pitying myself, so girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting work next week, and it's good friday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for your blood that saved us from eternal death. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-3659829363157467194?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3659829363157467194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3659829363157467194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3659829363157467194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3659829363157467194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/03/obligations.html' title='obligations...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-2442123045409409189</id><published>2008-03-17T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:12:36.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so sleepy. can't get it out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost. i really don't know what to blog? haha. suggestions please. suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-2442123045409409189?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/2442123045409409189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=2442123045409409189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2442123045409409189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2442123045409409189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleepy.html' title='sleepy...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1669143234681251975</id><published>2008-03-12T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:54:40.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;決めたんだ。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to go for it. SAT Reasoning Test, here i come. darren kinda convinced me. haha. after taking just a short glimpse on sy's GMAT, i was thinking, "to go for MBA takes a pain in the butt eh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, amidst the difficulty, irritation from the english and numbers in the multiple choice questions, and eyesight, GMAT is pretty interesting. however, it's not within my reach yet, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... step by step. i'm guessing my enlistment date is in june, so i'm left with quite an amount of time. i hate working and liked personal time and studying. how about taking SAT? after darren called me on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! i'm going into study mode again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ヨシャ！！！　ぜたい勝つ！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1669143234681251975?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1211871734662143774</id><published>2008-03-10T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:45:16.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting older...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;argh... my back is aching and i felt like cracking it. i'm still tired and my head is still not thinking straight, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been composing nowadays, sudden lost and bound to sudden boredom. topics that relate to love and/or life seems to be a cliche and kinda don't appeal to me anymore. theme based, story based and one more that i forgot. how to write a set of good lyrics? it's still an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing arrangements now are tougher than usual nowadays. purpose of the arrangement, choice of notes and dynamics. these three are frequently forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn... i'm getting alittle older day by day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1211871734662143774?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1211871734662143774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1211871734662143774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1211871734662143774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1211871734662143774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-older.html' title='getting older...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-7922669948325085970</id><published>2008-03-03T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:13:29.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my boss my hero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just finished a drama series. my boss my hero. it's a pretty good drama, or maybe it's just the girls. or rather, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aragaki yui, another yui in my mind. why are japanese idols so much appealing compared to the local ones? well, fiona xie and felicia chin are pretty, but they don't move people. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop watching love dramas again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-7922669948325085970?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/7922669948325085970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=7922669948325085970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/7922669948325085970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/7922669948325085970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-boss-my-hero.html' title='my boss my hero...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1736748965888902800</id><published>2008-02-27T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:20:40.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taboo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;been quite awhile since i've updated my blog. well, nothing much these days. i haven't contacted my boss yet, and i think he don't want me anymore. hahaha... biscuit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out something today. or rather through the days of rest. i'm getting alittle short tempered nowadays. not sure why. must be the lack of school and the 1 whole semester of work. during work, i've learnt to be very sensitive, especially to the words used, both incoming and outgoing. i've learnt the few taboos in work, one of which is very common...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh, what is your pay arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a very light degree nia. one thing is that i tend to categorize extensively now, to match the sensitive speech thing, coz there's always a degree of people who speak without thinking, but in some cases, the ultra smart and maybe cunning ones, act to speak without thinking. but in sg, i hardly find this kind of people. more of people giving the impression of "i know what you don't know" or "i know your darkest secrets". haha... it's very amusing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry again. arh... i'm growing fatter and fatter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1736748965888902800?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1736748965888902800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1736748965888902800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1736748965888902800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1736748965888902800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/02/taboo.html' title='taboo...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5038064046749757668</id><published>2008-02-20T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:33:44.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my wrist hurts. so much stroking on the stick. it hurts. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drum sticks my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was practicing too much i think, and getting alittle bit out of hand. it was very nice, the stick landing on the drum pad. building up my feel and muscle memory. superb! i'll play more tml. my wrist really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala... drums! lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-8093613063329356160</id><published>2008-02-19T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:40:12.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half life... hahaha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm super tired arh! played half life till 5am in the morning and i just got up. actually, i got home at 3am, i didn't really chiong half life all the way in the night. i wanted to play cs but there's not many players in it, so half life loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt my lesson yesterday about how important a good metronome is. i borrowed a drumpad from kian and got really into all my basic rudiments yesterday. of coz, i'm a beginner in this, so i need time. for now, paradiddles on 110 bpm, double paradidles on 120 bpm, paradidledidledidle on 60bpm (it's really damn confusing), double stroke on 100 bpm. it's a really refreshing start and i think it's been quite awhile i've practised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing rudiments is really really fun, i spent around an hour playing it yesterday, perfecting my strokes and getting comfortable. at this point, hitting and going with the metronome is the point, must have the feel good thingy. i dunno how to explain. well, more practice later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-8093613063329356160?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/8093613063329356160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-244991645252893590</id><published>2008-02-15T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:44:54.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after valentine's day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well, amri, ceyao and i decided to go out yesterday. it's a day which most of us singles hate but it's not a day which 3 of us thought of. it was our presentation day on wednesday, so yesterday was out to relax and to just chill with good friends. the only bad thing was that it's valentine's day and swensens in marina sq got packed with coupled reserve tables. we're moving as 3 guys, damn, made us look like gays. well, good thing was we had a big table, a 6 seater. very obviously made us straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of buying 2 individual dishes for myself yesterday, but it turned out that i had too much just having a dish to my own. the salmon baked rice wasn't good, the fish is too dry, but i shall give my compliments to the gravy, not too thick and the taste is pretty rich. 3 of us had ice cream, amri's a sizzling pan, butterscotch, nice... ceyao's mango, nice too. i got frost malt, pretty good too. i can't believe i had so little, perhaps it's the pricing the shrunken my stomach capacity, sigh, 25 dollars down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched cj7, liked the show, a very good laugh. i think i had too much serious kinda of movie till i forgot how to enjoy the more simpler plots. it's pretty good, as advertised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did alittle shopping for toiletries and went on back to ceyao's car. he had a crazy idea. we headed to ecp and went scouting. for? hehehe... couples making out in the car. hehehe... but, we didnt catch any. we thought we did! but either we missed it, or they spotted us and didnt continue. we went up right to their windows to see, hahaha. shit man, couples, hate us! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed home and watched hana kimi... fell in love with an idol with similar age. Horikita Maki-chan... so cute. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-244991645252893590?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/244991645252893590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=244991645252893590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/244991645252893590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/244991645252893590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-after-valentines-day.html' title='the day after valentine&apos;s day...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-4297501422143100643</id><published>2008-02-15T04:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T04:22:13.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horikita maki...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i have to stop watching love dramas. i've became a fan of horikita maki. shit... she's quite pretty you know. same age too. argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-4297501422143100643?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-7674603985236577491</id><published>2008-02-13T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:20:04.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>technically graduated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it was 9.30am and i was in the classroom right with my booted laptop with my presentation slides waiting for the lecturers to settle into their seats. today may not be the official date where i get my diploma and get out of school, but it sure brought a huge degree of nostalgia. 10.40am, i took my trusty friend for 3 years and placed it on the table. inserted the RGB cable, got the display up and started talking. it was smooth and my lecturers wore faces that portray a good impression. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me tapped my shoulders after i blurted 'Thank You' and proceeded to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're done, edmund.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years and my journey ends here, scribbling on the last page of my best chapter in my life and trying to hold my thoughts from wondering. recalling my first day, school's probably the best and i've probably paid more attention on life. still fat, but happier. i'm still the same old edmund, a very realistic character with just a tint of ideas. may not be the friendliest person around, but just good enough to remember his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i did left some impression, as i do know people with such personalities i possess is not attractive and normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-7674603985236577491?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1972674898779251495</id><published>2008-02-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:16:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tagboard is silent... again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i've come to a point where i'm gonna say this. i'm stressed. i've been affected by it. i can see my change in attitude towards people and i am as obvious as a book. i can be read easily, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's chinese new year suck like shit. i just realised. absolutely and totally no ang bao from my mum's side. i'm like the forgotten one. but heck. i dun like them anyway. not all, but most. chinese new year, emphasis is on the good things. all they spout were the bad. who the fisherman wanna listen to the bad while you wanna hear the good. i'm so pissed when i reached home. YES! I'M FAT AND YOU DUN NEED TO FREAKING REPEAT IT EVERYTIME YOU SEE ME AND I'M SICK OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't they just say this, "wow, thanks for your hospitality." or "how's your school? good? have you been a good boy in school?" NO! FISH NO! they'll find someway to say it and my mom is the worst. she's the starter of this. i'm sick of them. so sick till i'm ranting like a xmm. i'm being very immature right now but i'm need to just let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1972674898779251495?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1972674898779251495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1972674898779251495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1972674898779251495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1972674898779251495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-tagboard-is-silent-again.html' title='my tagboard is silent... again...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-7519774213543143229</id><published>2008-02-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:50:27.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much kfc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wah sian. spent alot money today. or rather, i spent alot of money nowadays. i need to cut down on the spending money. arh... money management...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went pizza hut in the afternoon, after that went kfc. it's like 25 bucks for both meals and my dad's gonna lecture me for an hour if i do that in front of him. well. my mom would probably lecture me for probably months, or years. she will take the phase, "all the 25 dollars pizza hut for lunch and kfc for dinner fault..." and nag on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love chili crab. ate it yesterday. dad said that it's not that spectacular, but it's still pretty good on my taste buds. maybe i'm not so privileged. maybe, having to eat chili crab is like the thing in my life. i kinda skipped the 'yi ping wuo'. i don't eat abalone, well, i dun really like it. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPP and Presentation and there goes my poly. NS! HERE I COME! and my next school, NUS! or NTU! bye poly... thanks for teaching me so little, i need more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-7519774213543143229?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/7519774213543143229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=7519774213543143229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/7519774213543143229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/7519774213543143229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-much-kfc.html' title='so much kfc...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6840458644897983998</id><published>2008-02-09T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:20:41.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burdens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it might make you great shouldering them, but it comes to a time where you feel the stress about it. being the contributor while the contributed is not responding as what you are least expecting can be very disheartening. being in a group and striving for the better, making effort in every way. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why haven't anything been improving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6840458644897983998?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6840458644897983998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6840458644897983998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6840458644897983998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6840458644897983998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/02/burdens.html' title='burdens...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6139590314626771201</id><published>2008-02-07T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:19:38.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm home alone during the festive season... yay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well, not my family ditched me at home. it's rather i ditched my family while they plan to go to msia. other than chew gum and food, i hate going to msia and meeting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace at home, alone. i have to buck up on my song writing. it's not taking a well turn and it's too, how can i say it, rigid. been listening to this lady on youtube, miss nunes. i forgot her first name. ha. sorry. she's pretty good at her originals, i like them and if i got the chance to get one of her cds, i would love to. hmm, i'm not too sure about the shipping though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year. it's going to be a lonely one for me but i guess a change of pace for this year will be good rather then going around with new clothes and aunties trying to persuade me to lose weight and get a girlfriend, or the most common topic among them now... "edmund, when are you enlisting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the 1st grandson of my dad's side, everyone will be excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for army either. idling for too long is bad, i think. ha. army army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6139590314626771201?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6139590314626771201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6139590314626771201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6139590314626771201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6139590314626771201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-home-alone-during-festive-season-yay.html' title='i&apos;m home alone during the festive season... yay...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3496265326479930901</id><published>2008-02-06T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:28:43.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a lazy polar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i go to bed at 1 and i wake up at 11, it's like an hour or so into the afternoon on the same day. and i can't last for 4 hours, i'll go back to sleep again. haha. freedom, you can say. free from iap and now catching back all my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i hate the need to pee during sleep or just before you're awake. it's like when you wake up and wanna go into snooze mode, your body goes, "hey sucker, you gotta pee!" and after you pee, you don't feel like going back to sleep. it's the same as the urge to pee during your sleeping hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey sucker, you gotta pee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking through guitars and i still have fender fetishes. it's like wow, strat, telecaster, jaguar and a mustang. oh, screw the cyclone, it's disgusting. i'd love to own a cij someone and maybe even a mia. i would love to own an esp eclipse too. a les paul would be very good too, a gibson one. lastly, the white falcon, by gretsche. very commercial, coz i'm not deep into it. well, they are good guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scheisse, i've got a damn headache. arh... be back later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-3496265326479930901?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3496265326479930901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3496265326479930901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3496265326479930901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3496265326479930901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-lazy-polar.html' title='i&apos;m a lazy polar...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-2710376546717749724</id><published>2008-02-04T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:44:54.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 80 mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;80 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Touch Typing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of coz, if you wanna cheat then... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;1000000 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Touch Typing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-2710376546717749724?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/2710376546717749724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=2710376546717749724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2710376546717749724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2710376546717749724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/02/80-mark.html' title='the 80 mark'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3741762720842293615</id><published>2008-02-04T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:12:33.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;79 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Touch Typing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-3741762720842293615?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3741762720842293615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3741762720842293615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3741762720842293615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3741762720842293615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-more-up.html' title='one more up!'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-8040647612352670018</id><published>2008-02-02T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:30:20.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after no lifing for the last 20 minutes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;76 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Touch Typing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-8040647612352670018?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/8040647612352670018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=8040647612352670018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's the end of my iap. also nearly the end of my school. looking back, i've been doing alot of stupid things because of a girl. or rather girls. spent so much time, effort and energy on worthless things. kept driving people about studying hard yet they are not rooting themselves in their books and making the effort. there are people that i'm really proud of, but there are also people that i despise. you can all it quits for local uni and start saving up for NSW or some foreign uni that accepts the diploma of yours. i dun look down on them, but they have higher chances of letting you get in. it's the money factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a pretty good day, i was studying applied mechanics yesterday and had my lunch for free by my colleagues. they are cool people, even though they are quite education inclined. the usual topic they speak with me was ns. haha. seems like ns is going to be fun, taking from their point of view. mentally, i'm pretty prepared to get a beating from the sergeants, physically, i need some work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the road is very near, and i sure miss some people in poly. however, some of them are not worth to be missed. i'm not in the mood these days, and i dun put on my facade, to show how pathetic they are to piss someone that lasted for 3 whole years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6185874201450889751?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6185874201450889751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6185874201450889751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6185874201450889751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6185874201450889751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/02/end-of-road-take-turn-into-new-lane.html' title='end of the road, take a turn into a new lane...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3478173513802868387</id><published>2008-01-31T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:52:39.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to bid goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pepperl and fuchs really house good environment to work with. ok, the food sucks like shit but it's still good. i kinda miss my table already even though the 'graduation' is tml. i don't really communicate well with my colleagues but today really made me feel happy. one of the things that really touch me is to see a group of people that you are with laughing while having their food. paul, amri and i bought the pizzas to treat the dudes and lady, while they got the drinks from the canteen. well, henry manage to act cute with the auntie to get 6 cans of drinks. really lively and heart warming. they are talking about ns, the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day was pretty much empty. paul tan's not in and i've completed my work, what's left is him commenting for improvement or screwing my program up and then ask me to troubleshoot. even though the whole department kinda dislike him because of his previous actions, thus him landing into a new department, i would like to appreciate my boss for allowing me to learn and the flexibility and freedom he gave. he's really friendly and helped me out like a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is my last day in p+f, i'll miss them and move on. hope my next iap in uni will be there too. or i'll approach them for my iap. haha. 650 bucks for uni student, pay increase. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-3478173513802868387?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3478173513802868387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3478173513802868387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3478173513802868387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3478173513802868387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-time-to-bid-goodbye.html' title='it&apos;s time to bid goodbye...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-4487369134797672082</id><published>2008-01-30T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:33:06.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days of planned hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;if you've are left with 3 days and you've got 14 reports to do, excluding a big report biting your ass, what will you do? i'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dead. 14 weeks worth of reports not done, and that's my peak of procrastination. i'm doing the stunt of finishing everything up at the last minute. time drives me, not girls. if you put xiao min infront of me, i'll give my grades up and ask her to be my bride instead. arh. i'm so screwed. but i'll continue to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;a day's routine in p+f is pretty wild, yeah. you get to see operators killing each other, or they have some weird sence of belonging with each other, like tugging each other. totally awesome! my ass. this sucks, and they are damn noisy. i've got nothing against the china chinese in general, but some of them have super high pitch voices that rings your ear drums. it's like, shit, it's ringing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, here's my usual schedule...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;7.20am: reached p+f, trying to talk to paul sim but he's not a morning person, so usually it's just me thinking some usual things like "how am i going to improve the arrangement of this song?" or thinking of a tune. put my stuff on the table and head to the canteen to have some breakfast if i get any food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;7.30am: work starts with not doing anything but surfing the web. i'll got to hotmail, than my blog, than some other common blogs, than scc forum and lastly sgcafe. only wasted 30 mins on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;8.00am: most probably, i'll still be on sgcafe or channelnewsasia or wikipedia reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;8.30am: it's going to break-time, don't bother to work, keep reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;8.48am: breakfast break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;9.30am: start off with some programming, didnt really go all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;9.45am: back to surfing routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;12.15pm: lunch break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1.15pm: web surfing routine again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;3pm: alittle work like programming or help my colleague to do some administrative work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;4pm: elite's break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;5pm: go home. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;this is pretty standard coz i'm pretty ok with programming and only motivated by how much time is left. i've kinda completed it, so i'm in my reports now. argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-4487369134797672082?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/4487369134797672082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=4487369134797672082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4487369134797672082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4487369134797672082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-days-of-planned-hell.html' title='2 days of planned hell...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-4876289159175849977</id><published>2008-01-29T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:18:45.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast fingers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;from jessica's blog. it's a very fun game. played for like 5 times of getting 58-61, i finally beat her score!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;75 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Touch Typing online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-4876289159175849977?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/4876289159175849977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=4876289159175849977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4876289159175849977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4876289159175849977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/fast-fingers.html' title='fast fingers...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5395494607877113454</id><published>2008-01-29T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:56:44.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singaporean... proud and ashamed to be one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;after going through some of the comments that singaporeans type, be it the food comments, news article comments, trying to take a stand comments and more, i come to a point where i'm feeling quite... disappointed. i'm not going to generalise or classify, blame it on the bad choice of comments i pry and scan my eyes through the words, working them out and understanding them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i was upset about service. not the people providing services, but the ones that receives service. the c*******e factory, part of my black forest cake venture for qiuyun's treat, was one of the victims. bad service is bad service, but complying to the cafe rules is another matter. bloggers and other entities that type using the keyboard kept swaging around the "no photography" policy, choking the proprietor. most of the posts aren't constructive, but let comments be comments, being a passing remark and a label for the subject that was commented on. however, comments bridge into the marketing affairs of the cafe. i mean, "WHAT THE FISH?!". if that cafe have a nice FLASH website, how could he not be aware of his marketing possibilities online? who are you to talk about whether the comments being a plus or a minus for the cafe? it's atrocious. instead of being constructive, it's not going anywhere, just like micros**t trying to answer your helicopter qns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;you: *on a helicopter* sorry sir, do you know where am i now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;mr micros**ft: on the helicopter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it doesn't help. the best is, who needs to see your damn 'in response to' type of review when you 'never heard nor stepped into c*******e factory'? reviews lah, mister, not your damn response to a review, take it somewhere else where people like you fishbrain can appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;why not pay a trip down to stomp.com.sg? article of the year... 'Bolster stuck on the tree' nice... that's soooooooooooooooo exciting... next, super super interesting artical... 'Secondary school girl hugging tightly with her partner in public'... wow, that is crazy... which fishing century are you staying at? your grandma's? or dinosaur's? but this is not that bad... the comments are the worsts! the common meanings of the comments is... "SUA KU"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;some how, i feel that some of us here need to work on our brains abit before talking. and oh, the trains being 1/2 full at boon lay station, do you think it's a direct service all the way to the CBD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5395494607877113454?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5395494607877113454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-7158850271575623774</id><published>2008-01-29T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:02:16.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impromptu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's going to be a very sleepy afternoon. i'm partially dozing off right now and the bak gua i ate just 40 minutes ago left some irritaing residue beneath my mouth ceiling. it's super irritating and i wanna type without looking at the fret board. it's kinda irritating to punch the backspace while you type at 40 words per min speed. well, it's not really fast, but it's really ticks you off when you type that this speed, which excludes your mistakes, and you have to hit the damn backspace button. i've got a pair of fat hands and coupled with fat fingers and it really bothers me much not being able to type properly. the world may been to invent a new keyboard, called fat finger keyboard. meant for fat finger victims like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;typing is like a hobby to me. i love to read and then just go on and type the passage that i'm reading. it's like side reading for music. your fingers move base on muscle memory and you're actually talking, through your fingers. i've yet to get into this stage for the guitar, if i can do that, that'll be very good, it feels good and the things that came out of your mine being heard in reality, it feels real damn good. ok, that's for more melodic kinda of instruments, not much of a percussion instrument. i still dun really feel for percussion, i play base on muscle memory and i cannot create a fill in real time. it's like just before you hit, you have worked everything out in your mind on what to hit, how many hits and how hard you are going ot hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my finger hurts now, i shall rest it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-7158850271575623774?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/7158850271575623774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=7158850271575623774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/7158850271575623774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/7158850271575623774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/impromptu.html' title='impromptu'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1754601326950688210</id><published>2008-01-29T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:01:23.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday... nearly there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;in 4 more days, i'm going to be out of iap. i still owe the school 14 weeks worth of reports that's yet to be done and i've not started on a single word yet. well, you can say this is a extreme result of procrastination. i've never, EVER, got to write 14 weeks of report, how cool is that? NOT. if i can't remember my lyrics, how can i remember what i've done. i know! i'm going to lie! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;for this pass few days, i'm pretty much obsess with one thing. well, it doesn't really bother me much but it can be a prick at times. nope, not about girls. i'm trying to regain my footing after knowing that all the chasing from the last won't bring much result and after doing so much with no response, why bother to continue where there are so many things hanging on my shoulder. i've been thinking of songs that can sell. yup, songs that can be placed in an album and people actually listens to it and buy or download it. downloading is too much of a common practise, so no point going against it cause i think the people who will be booting the anti-download party will be bigger. take odex for example, good move to go against downloading, bad move for their business. so if you want to download, "download from the rich bands and buy the indie labels" as said by rosli to kinet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm listening more commercial music nowadays, well not really chinese commercial or english, but the japanese rock. hahaha. shit man, most of my songs now is influenced by gazette. i need to listen more! and play more! but my band mates are not there yet, i'm not there yet either, so need to play more! more more more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;damn jay and kinet, they must be playing games now. ARGH! i wanna play games! I WANNA SLEEP MORE! arh! *tears burst like a steam overflowing the edge of a cliff* ARGH! I WANNA SLEEP MORE! oh yeah, jay, i want the emo drummer photos, hehe, they are damn funny, so i can put it up on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;some things i wanna clarify (friendly version):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:) the "i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry about it" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:( the "5 second emo" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:D the happy face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;D: the "visually fubar" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;;) the "i'm sick of people using the same smilie so i use this to tell you that i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry about it" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;;( the pirate face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;;D the retarded face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;D; the hunchback of notre dame face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;: the fished up face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;: the sesame street alien face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;; the another fished up face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;; the sesame street alien and hunchback of notre dame hybrid face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:p the "i know i'm cute and i'm not going to reply you anymore because i'm cuter than you" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;p: the "got milk?" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;;p the "i'm trying to do something different" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;p; the hunchback of notre dame "got milk?" hybrid face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;: the "what the fish" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;; the "fish the what" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;; the frog of notre dame face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:o the "ohhh" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:O the tenor face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:@ the very impressive soprano face, aka, the "i just wanna show you that i'm angry, but it's a joke" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;=.= the myopic face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;-.- the bunta face, aka, the "are you trying to say a joke?" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;o.o the ET face, aka, the "i'm actually blind but i still can see" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;o.0 the toothpick on one side of the eye face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;0.0 the ET's mother face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;*.* the eye socket face, aka, the "i'm not blind, just to let you know" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;^.^ the happy face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;^^ the happy without the mouth face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;^_^ the "i'm not so happy but i'm just trying to tell you that i'm happy" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;$_$ the loan shark face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;+_= the mathematician face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:{) the italian mafia trying to express "i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:{( the italian mafia trying to express doubt face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;;{) the goofy italian mafia face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;;{( the italian mafia face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;;{D the druck italian mafia face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;D}: the "you are going to be killed by the italian mafia" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;D}; the italian mafia of notre dame face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:}) the french chef trying to express "i'm not going to reply you anymore but just to tell you that i'm not angry" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:}( the french chef at work face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:[ the robot face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and the list goes on, but i'll stop here for now, i'll update it later in the afternoon or maybe next time if i'm busy today. have a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1754601326950688210?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1754601326950688210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1754601326950688210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1754601326950688210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1754601326950688210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesday-nearly-there.html' title='tuesday... nearly there...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6473332450720527217</id><published>2008-01-28T07:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:42:38.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday madness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;shit man. after typing for so long, the blog post didn't go through. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's monday and it's the last week of my iap. honestly, i'm not missing anything here, and neither are they treating me badly, actually they are pretty good to me. i kinda owe them something so i've gotta head down and grab some tibits for them, or at least the really good ones, forget about the gilian, need something better then gilian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yesterday, i had the best mcdonald's cashier in my life, till now that is. i don't really mind about mcdonald cashiers but this one stole my eyes. yeah, not literally, but it's really like a big thing. she's very cute and looks like a singaporean chinese, speaks like one and i hope it's one. thank God that the mcdonald's is within 2 kilometers away. she's so cute! i was trying to get her name, and of course, like all mcdonald's cashiers, or even sales assistants, there's a name tag. "Xiao..." and i can't get the next word, course she's moving around and it's facing downwards. "Xiao..." i kept staring at that particular spot and can be easily mistaken as a pervert. "XIAO MIN!" nice name! but it's pretty obvious is a pseudo. i don't really think a singaporean parent would xiaominise their female child, unless they are very english speaking and studied the primary school chinese textbooks with all the xiao hua, xiao ming, xiao li and stuff, or they are not singaporeans. the words from this particular cashier suggests that she's inexperienced, furthered by her actions, but she's really cute and emits the impression of her being blur. looks like she got some light eye liners and light foundation. it's the whole deal from there. i enjoyed, for the first time coz i don't like talking to strangers, ordering my food, made me feel comfortable even though i was greeted by "what you want?". not in a rude manner, but a tone that is soft and the sence of "hi, i'm new. please take care of me". yeah. pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, i wish to bring her home, and probably pay her 2 times more than mcdonalds for bringing me coffee and tea and be my bolster for the night, but i've got no such money to pay now. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gosh, she's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6473332450720527217?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6473332450720527217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6473332450720527217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6473332450720527217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6473332450720527217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-madness_28.html' title='monday madness...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-8368690971377369023</id><published>2008-01-28T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:30:32.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday madness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the last week. it'll be crazy like a pig attached with a fishing rod with a piece of carrot. or is that a rabbit? well, there's so much work to do and i've got 14 weeks worth of reports that has yet to be completed by me. ha. this is pretty crazy, i'm going crazy. if this is the amount of work we're going to get in uni, i'll be willing to adapt to it. it's cool. alot of work and kinda stress you out, increase your level of coping stress. the corporate won't be so easy, i guess. being an iap student is like a privilege staff, delay work also nevermind, flexible datelines, single goal and no parallel projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;so much work to do but, again, not in the mood to do. nothing drives me. of coz, girls dun drive me in this kind of manner too. the only thing that drives me, is the final dateline. haha, which is friday, but i wanna finish it by today. shit man. dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i can feel the 20+ nuggets in my body, thoroughly regreted having that craving yesterday night. but mcnuggets are nice, and the counter girl is CUTE! i really like the counter girl, but she's like sec 4 or 5, totally out of my league. i kept catching a glipse at her yesterday and kept telling myself, "eh, that's like quite obvious lah." so i look down for her name tag. a pseudo. i dun think her parents will name her "xiao min". but if it's really xiao min, well, it's a plus. it took quite some time too look at her name tag, so i kinda like stared at that area like a pervert, but my true intention is to see the name tag. can see that she's pretty new over there too, she's like stuck for words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;xiao min: *softly* "what you want?" *totally turns me of if she's not cute. i'm not fussy about service, but i love to point things out to help to improve and not dwell into it.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ed: "erm... can i have the mcnuggets meal please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;xiao min: "stares at me... sorry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ed: *wah lao, cannot look into her eyes lah. SO CUTE!* "can i have the 6 piece mcnuggets meal please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;xiao min: "oh, you mean the set meal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ed: "yeah. upsize, change the fries to twister fries" *talk to me more, come on!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;xiao min: "ok. for the drink, what drink you want?" *well, she's new.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ed: "coke light" *at this point, i'm kinda lost my footing on the ground. i did told myself not to drink coke light, but both words just came out coz i can't think.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;xiao min: "er... having here or take away?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ed: "having here." *no... it's going to end!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;xiao min: "sorry, what drink do you want again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ed: *is that the last move to finish me off?* "coke light" *as you can see, even the 2nd attempt to think of another beverage other thn coke light has failed. thanks to the cutie infront of me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;so after paying up for the meal, i continued to peek at her face. it's like, wow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-8368690971377369023?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5377802838498181626</id><published>2008-01-27T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:47:24.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hatred...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i wonder if i spelt the title correct. straight to the point. i hate my brother. that's freaking mindless, disgusting, proud and no life gay just pissed me off again. no. i should correct that. just pissed me off everytime he appears within my sight. there's nothing better to get pissed off in the morning, coming back home in the night and then before sleep. i yearn to have my own room but i'm just being adaptable. he's freaking self-centered and doesn't listen to constructive things. the only good thing about him is asking him to get me water and reset the router.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here comes the weekends where he slump on the sofa and stare at the tv all the till my parents come home. he would then walk into the room and peek at my laptop screen, so openly that i feel so uncomfortable. one thing that i really dislike about this openly peeking is that he come so close, giving the impression he's commanding me. example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed: *youtubing on gazette's guren*&lt;br /&gt;that noob: *walks into the room and bent low and stares at my screen* gazette...&lt;br /&gt;ed: *ignores* *thoughts that, "can't he freaking read the title and not say it out and disturb me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not that bad. the worst is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed: *crunchyrolling on gundam 00 and got bored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that noob: *walks into the room just before i wanted to close the window and bent low and stares at my screen* wah... gundam 00. you know arh... *blah blah blah*&lt;br /&gt;ed: shut up, i'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;that noob: *blah blah blah*&lt;br /&gt;ed: OOI! CAN YOU SHUT UP OR NOT? I'M NOT INTERESTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once, i treat my family crystal jade. he got the cheek to order ice lemon tea and dunno wat do all the stun. it's me paying and everyone's drinking water, eating normal ramen. yet you insist on your little noobish ice lemon pee and freaking dragon pubic hair. i'm damn pissed with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just 15 mins ago. he came into the room, pulled my bag and just slammed it on the floor. the contents dropped out and he just threw all the contents back into the main compartment. one of the compartments contains the fake hair and it's his fault for that to be split. i vacuumed the floor instead. he suck like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's worst then the little parasites on the pieces of shit that is being left in the sewers, wriggling on his little hands and legs trying to hao lian. his wushu also like kana sai. ling shi bao fou jiao, 4 weeks before grading then start practicing. no consistency. worst is when people walk around the house, he will still practice in the living room. and during the very rare times i watch television, his fake weapon toys will still crack and swing in the air, once merely missing my head, brushing through my hair. you think he can do it that well? no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5377802838498181626?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5377802838498181626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5377802838498181626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5377802838498181626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5377802838498181626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/hatred.html' title='hatred...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6107463715267561782</id><published>2008-01-25T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:34:42.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;wow... i just was the big boss walk pass my department. guess what, his name is also edmund. haha. cool eh? so how big is big? he's in-charge of the whole plant. he's that big. of coz, 2 days back, there were even bigger bosses. didn't get to see them but i can guess that they are probably the stake holders of P+F, which caused the whole department to do a major cleanup, even my little burrow needs a cleanup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my head hurts quite bad, and i'm dozing off, as usual. msned with qiang and zhiwei last night, and i couldn't get off it coz i'm kinda addicted to msn. ha. it's around 10.30pm where i pissed zhi wei off by shaking his nerves abit. haha. it's damn fun pissing ppl off, but of coz, it's not good eh. bad edmund. ha. caught cheryl online, so i teased her with the armpit hair photo. it's damn gross and she said the girl is chio. wah lao, cheryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;after blogging in the morning, i found this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UvNWN57zSN0/R5lX0ydmVaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kAIH9KoGzfU/s1600-h/lalalala.bmp"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159251412540347810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UvNWN57zSN0/R5lX0ydmVaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kAIH9KoGzfU/s400/lalalala.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And as usual... i got itchy fingers... so i used 30 mins of my morning on this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Blessed are the souls with hands&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to save&lt;br /&gt;Warmth surrounds their doubtful corners&lt;br /&gt;Hearing what they pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homes of joy and of peoples&lt;br /&gt;They gathered and will say&lt;br /&gt;“Come along, my love, my home,&lt;br /&gt;I belong always”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;This is my family&lt;br /&gt;Lives my heart, my soul, my life&lt;br /&gt;All my treasures are in this place&lt;br /&gt;Where my dreams were lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my family&lt;br /&gt;Shields me from the pain&lt;br /&gt;My protection from the lost&lt;br /&gt;My love is here all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life against the world&lt;br /&gt;May be cruel, like it may&lt;br /&gt;But the family with no hope lost&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully, I’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruitful bearing, a newfound member&lt;br /&gt;Together they embrace&lt;br /&gt;Comfort from the rain and sun&lt;br /&gt;“I belong always”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;The moments of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;A passing storm moved the land&lt;br /&gt;Stronger bonds formed through these times&lt;br /&gt;We’ll say “I belong always”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;hehe... who wanna perform it? i got the melody, just havent got the arrangement. the vocals are pretty hard too, so i'm not singing it. neh neh ni poo poo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;work work work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6107463715267561782?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6107463715267561782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6107463715267561782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6107463715267561782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6107463715267561782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/headache.html' title='headache...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UvNWN57zSN0/R5lX0ydmVaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kAIH9KoGzfU/s72-c/lalalala.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-4956500081942719640</id><published>2008-01-25T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T08:08:47.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i did it again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i was changing in the morning and i told myself to pluck the book i'm reading while i travel to work on the train, kept telling myself to finish the book and not be interferred by other matters. got up, changed, rushed my brother out of the toilet, washup, pack and off i go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;suddenly i recalled something. something was missing. flashes of sentences flew by and i was trying to fit it into a puzzle. i planted my foot on a foreign land, which is my corridor. started pacing to the lift while still trying very hard to fit the words into a progressive puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;as the upward recoil came, i was thinking of other parties that are involved. i planned my move. this is crazy, this isn't the time yet, i'm not ready. i was mad, i went bananas in the lift. my hair is not groomed or waxed, just a bed head. i hated bathing in the mornings but i loved bathing in late nights before my sleep, so i was practically floating in my dreams. my washup consists of removing my facial hair and brushing my teeth thoroughly, even though amongst all medical staff that i visit, my fav was the dentist. my brother don't brush his teeth, so his mouth is literally smelly. trash comes out which irritates me most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i leapt forward at a different altitude, pacing towards the path before my train ride. my heart is pounding hard, the vibrations are resonating through my skin. i can feel it. *thump thump thump* but it's wrong. too slow. not fast enough. am i too hasty to come into a conclusion? i tried to syncronise my breathing while skipping up the stairs. shit i missed a spot. why do i have to miss that very same spot whn i shave. it's always the same area with that few strands of hair that can be counted with my fingers. i need to get it off, it's so unsightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;reached into my right pocket for my phone pouch, pulled it out and slapped it on the entry gates. it's a muscle memory move, it does not require me to actually think of slapping that pink blob on the reader, my arm just went ahead and my feet lead me through the gates. i'm still floating in my mind, blaming on the different parties that constitudes to this situation i'm in. i appeared calm, like a simple book cover but prepared to fool the readers with the contents. i forgot about the book, went through the sliding doors and sat on the orange melamine. still nodding, i kept the intensity. it's hilarious, yet intoxicating, losing the touch of reality while being famished for fantasy. transcending the rules, deploying my thoughts. no books. i was there exercising my mind. happy, sad. bliss, grief. it stirred in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my stop reached, i dropped all the thoughts. what a wonderful song i thought, the band will like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;AH HA! WAT WERE YOU THINKING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-4956500081942719640?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/4956500081942719640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=4956500081942719640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4956500081942719640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4956500081942719640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg.html' title='OMG...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-8448735627123830315</id><published>2008-01-24T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:33:41.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAKUZAsour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The &lt;a href='http://yakuzasour.blogspot.com' taget='_blank'&gt;YAKUZAsour&lt;/a&gt; official blog with crappy layout...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-8448735627123830315?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/8448735627123830315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=8448735627123830315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/8448735627123830315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/8448735627123830315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/yakuzasour.html' title='YAKUZAsour'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-3646268149706708081</id><published>2008-01-24T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:40:34.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd post for the day already...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm switching to hibernation mode soon. haha. my mind is like floating and i can't think properly right now. i'm going to skip badminton today and go home right after work. i can't keep up sleeping late and waking up super early, considering that i've got numerous commitments too, which i'm letting go one by one, slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;lunch was pretty ok, since it's kway tiao. i love kway tiao. i dunno why. it's just like how paul love mee tai mat. today's menu is tom yam kway teow. amri said that it's not as good as his mom's. i can guess that why just cut up some lemon grass, open a pack of instant tom yam from maggi or something and thn just dump them together in a wok. put in some prawns from their previous big occasion and walah, they sell it for 2 dollars a plate. thank God that there's a subsidy in my lunch in work, if not i'll just head out and cramp with all the other corporate slaves in the food courts and hawker centres. how much do they subsidy? you might wanna ask. ha. i paid 40 dollars for my meal credits. in addition to 40 dollars meal credits, they put in 56 dollars of meal credits, which totalled up to 96 bucks a month. so it's approx 55% subsidy. but, the food here is not food. they are just edible substances that so happen that it does not distract bowel movements while thoroughy makes you think twice whether to puke or to swallow. is it that bad? you might wanna ask also. well, imagine you eat goo. is that disgusting enough? haha. goo... it's corn starch and water. egh. i do not know what did they do to have an attempt to make it brown in colour and call it... gravy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but of course, there are good stuff amongst the bad ones, like mushroom soup with "lao hong" garlic bread with basil. or something along the lines. yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm like dozing off soon. 3 more hours to end of the day. lets go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-3646268149706708081?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/3646268149706708081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=3646268149706708081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3646268149706708081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/3646268149706708081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/3rd-post-for-day-already.html' title='3rd post for the day already...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-2046165889581086506</id><published>2008-01-24T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:20:06.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talents are not friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i always feel that why ppl are attracted to each other because of certain qualities. i'm sure that counts, and it is really playing a very big part in knowing and being with ppl. qualities as in out-going, slient reader, ability to do mountain climbing and loads of other stuff, personality, physical and ability qualities. but sometimes, i feel that there's a certain group of ppl that brought attraction just because they possess the 'in' qualities, i'll pay extra attention on abilities rather thn the other 2 or more which i've not brought up as it didnt come across my mind now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;a natural genius, hardwork and any kind of actions the person does to achieve that quality, i'll alter and label it under talent, for simpler reference, even though it means more to a natural thn hardwork. one thing that i'm conscious now is that, "are my friends being friendly with me just because i have something that they do not have and hope to achieve it by interacting with me while bit by bit leeching what i have, which at times, i may and may not be welling to give?" and of coz, i did this on my self, "am i making friends and being friend with them just because they have something that i do not have and hope to achieve it by interacting with them while bit by bit leeching whay they have, which at times, they may and may not be welling to give?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, i do have this kind of cases and i'm feeling pretty guilty. ha. i feel that i really owe thm something, or at least a friendship that is honest and true. well, my bond with them, it's pretty good and all of us did do things that are not related and stuff and i do help some of them out in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;God give and He needs nothing in return except for our hearts. can i do that? can i give and not take back anything except for being a friend with a person. can i compromise in some way that it makes the other party happy rather thn prowling deep for a win-win situation which technically only make me happy but not the other party? am i ready to serve? am i humbling myself often? these are the questions that i've been thinking after my bubble has been popped by the infamous bubble popper. i'm kinda sad after knowing i've went so far and lost my composure and can only be viewed like a fool. i've got no resolution to do this kind of things anymore, i'll just get a gift and say goodbye. only the YAKUZAsour legacy will stay. maybe the bass lessons. hehe. don't bother to ask me about drums, i won't teach anyone unless i need you to play for me, even though i always choose my instrumentalist and build my own circle. hehe. yeah. 1 more week and the end of poly education for me, i'm going to the university. dad and mom will be very proud to see this big son going to the U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-2046165889581086506?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/2046165889581086506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=2046165889581086506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2046165889581086506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2046165889581086506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/talents-are-not-friends.html' title='talents are not friends...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1770745687981862407</id><published>2008-01-24T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T07:54:42.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100TH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok, to others it may just be like to mark 3 montsh or so, but to me, it's wow. blog started last year and it's still surviving. ok, it's pretty young compared to xiaxue and her entries does entertain me abit. ha. wow... 100th post. congratulations on posting so much nonsence and you have reached 100th post. for this achievement, you will be rewarded with our precious source of living... air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok... there isn't much of celebrating over the 100th post anyway. and i'm very tired, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the morning went pretty well, manage to sleep for 5 hours, from 1 to 6. for the pass few days, the alarm assisted in my 'crawl out of bed' routine, but well, today, i managed to wake up before the alarm rings and shut it up and go on a short snooze. i bloody woke up before 5.30am feeling very awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;washup and changed for work, got on the train and shut my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"bou oto todoroki hanran boppatsu gaishuu bokusatsu sokkoku CHESUTO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it struck me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"bou oto todoroki hanran boppatsu gaishuu bokusatsu sokkoku CHESUTO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i shall leech that feel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Rich Excrement by The GazettE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i kept running the melody in my mind and imaging how qiangqiang and 'the one who broke my bubble' would sing, crossing vocals and rap verse. chorus? i'll do it differently. Screaming with vocal harmonising backup. you might say, "siao ginna, no point... qiang will just overpower 'the one who broke my bubble'..." you're in for a surprise thn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;so what is the new song about? PIANG! about rape. title is going to be ashtray. went on a search in ultimate guitar and only a band used this title for a song. Screeching Weasel. some punk band. ha. lets own thm! haha. see whose ashtray is better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i bet qiang is excited. ha. very excited. hahahaha. very very excited. and kinet will wuss out. haha. he will bloody wuss out. "what the hell"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my eyelids are getting heavier and it's only like 7.52am, that's not even 1/2 hour for the work day. shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1770745687981862407?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1770745687981862407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1770745687981862407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1770745687981862407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1770745687981862407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/100th.html' title='100TH...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-17889680640647995</id><published>2008-01-23T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:10:12.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy head... ah haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm very sleepy now. it's only 2pm and i've got like 3 more hours to go before the end of work. i'm really very tired and i hope i can survive through the performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;lunch was pretty good, ate at jvc and it's a very hot and crowded place. it's crazy hot. and here i am, tired and wanna die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i was reviewing my rehearsal, i'm not so sure about it either, since one of the person i know of likes her too. he looks better than i do and he speaks chinese. i feel very very jealous not to be able to speak chinese well with some of my friends. surprise you pips with something, i speak chinese at home with my mom, coz i cannot stand her english. ha. yeah, so damn sian, i feel very inferior, not to be able to speak chinese to her, i'm trying very hard and she still reply in english, claiming that she's trying to improve her english. sigh. i'm in a losing battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"WHAT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-17889680640647995?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/17889680640647995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=17889680640647995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/17889680640647995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/17889680640647995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleepy-head-ah-haha.html' title='sleepy head... ah haha.'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-4547949760389862183</id><published>2008-01-23T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:22:51.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yet another emo sequel by edmund lim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm hurt. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my fingers hurt. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok, that's lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;loving the guitar for so much and having a very very bad habit of biting the callus off my fingertips cause me to pay a pretty hefty price. my left fingertips are gone. OMG! no lah. my left fingertips are pretty painful now. you know how it feels when you bite off the callus? it's like your foot walking on rusty knife edge where your skin is on the verge of splitting and you can feel the little friction on the surface shredding off your baby skin. but you can't stop, that's the thing. you're not doing anything that is very big either, not into the guiness record books for holding on to a damn string at the longest time. it's a sacrifice. you know that kind of sacrifice. the kind that stays on your for quite some time. it's like buying a tiffany &amp;amp; co for your girlfriend with you 1.6k a month, fresh diploma graduate pay, and thn she breaks up with you a week later, that kind of sacrifice. you can't ask for the t&amp;amp;co back, unless you want to throw your pride away and be a loser for your whole life. but it heals, definitely, and you start to go back to your normal life. but it stays on you. that's when you bite the callus off and thn you feel the pain again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yesterday, i can admit that i did the most sms i have ever done in a day, and also the longest phone call with a girl (only lasted for 20 mins) at night. not much of a casual talk, all of it is like serious stuff, which is very boring. i wanna have more casual talks but maybe ppl take me as a serious person. honestly, i'm not. ask cheryl on how i convince her with the boob thing. ask qiang about how i always talk nonsence and how i direct translate his chinese lyrics while he did it to mine and we laughed. ask kinet how i discuss with him about guitars and other shit. ask jay about my randomness. ask ernest how i laugh at him while he laughs at me. ask zw how i disturb him and kill him. you see. i'm not serious person. haha. oh, and ask maxwell how both of us always talk about guitars and then after that go into something random. want more proof? my good pal yubin. ask him, i'm not a serious person. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm going to sleep soon man. and i'm in work. so sian. i'll blog more later whn i'm bored. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-4547949760389862183?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/4547949760389862183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=4547949760389862183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4547949760389862183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4547949760389862183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/hurt.html' title='hurt...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6720001244843814254</id><published>2008-01-22T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T08:51:00.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great jam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;things are getting out of hand. everyone is screaming and everyone is going crazy. lalalala. if you make a stupid mistake in the rehearsal, you'll be scolded and shouted at by the other bandmates. that's the funny part about YAKUZAsour. all our laughters are kept in our shouts and it gives the alcoholic dose into our lifes. kinet complaining about arrangement is difficult, zhiwei can't catch the entry for his chorus, qiang's new to the bullet screaming concept that i have been thinking the past weekend, jayson still alittle out of time, cheryl's being screwed by us and we're still trying to influence her the essentials of having breasts in the world and how it makes us happy, and of coz, me screwing them up with more weird and difficult arrangements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm so happy that we manage to at least achieve completion yesterday night, but without ernest, he's damn blur. haha. so next monday we have to thoroughly go through with proper mics and stuff. accompaniments need to be more flexible, yesterday's pretty rigid coz qiang's sticking to the lyrics and cheryl is still low on boobs, lack of confidence or maybe afraid that i will chew her off. bass guitar too dry, need more movements, kenit's guitar is ready. drums pretty much ready, just need to arrange alittle and the part where we have a rest with just vocals coming in. i'm still pretty lost whether to play with kinet or come up with a lead melody. they wanted a solo, so i have to plan for that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;why has it to be only this year? if we've started last year, we'll be doing better now. but we won't have ernest. screw. nice timing God. nice timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6720001244843814254?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6720001244843814254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6720001244843814254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6720001244843814254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6720001244843814254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-jam.html' title='great jam...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5978864766819220684</id><published>2008-01-21T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:36:46.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ZETSUBOU DA! 絶望だ！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Definitions of despair on the Web:&lt;br /&gt;- a state in which everything seems wrong and will turn out badly; "they were rescued from despair at the last minute"&lt;br /&gt;- the feeling that everything is wrong and nothing will turn out well&lt;br /&gt;- abandon hope; give up hope; lose heart; "Don't despair--help is on the way!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/url?sa=X&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;oi=define&amp;amp;q=http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn%3Fs%3Ddespair&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNG1aFuBFUVkVuHYEvCSJ8tUGjOWKg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5978864766819220684?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5978864766819220684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5978864766819220684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5978864766819220684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5978864766819220684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-in-despair.html' title='i&apos;m in despair'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6855513687094368446</id><published>2008-01-21T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:14:07.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arh! tragedy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i read something sian. i'm down. i dun wanna think about it anymore. someone's better than me. i'll quit everything that i'm related liao. numb man! lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6855513687094368446?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6855513687094368446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6855513687094368446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6855513687094368446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6855513687094368446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/arh-tragedy.html' title='arh! tragedy!'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-2296104918325832980</id><published>2008-01-21T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:01:06.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear wrists...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm getting funny reactions with my hands these days. my pinky can jerk by itself and start wriggling, like parkinsons. they call it rest tremours. i couldn't stop them, and that's freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;once in a while, her face reappears, i was pretty agitated and i actually planned and rehearsed the scene last night in my brain before sleeping. it goes like, this is super amusing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"hey, err... i got something to say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;most likely she will go "WHAT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"i like you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;that's it, i'll just stop there and stare at her. i guess she'll go, "i know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"yeah... sigh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;probably have some minutes of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"it's impossible rite?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"yeah... sorry..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;then i'll feel better and just forget about her, and continue life... at least i tried. but that's just rehearsal, what about the real thing?! arh! i'm so shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;arh, itchy ears. arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;WAIT! something wrong! the starting will be like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"eh &lt;put&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"WHAT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah... i think it's this way. sometimes it's even more amusing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"eh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"WHAT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha. i'm crazy. but it's amusing. sometimes i just stare at her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;*stare at &lt;put&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"WHAT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's getting out of hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;let me try to remember mandy's lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;baby i'm crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;reaching out for emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;holding on to fantacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm missing someone out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;like that rite? i forgot. i dun remember lyrics well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-2296104918325832980?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/2296104918325832980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=2296104918325832980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2296104918325832980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2296104918325832980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-wrists.html' title='dear wrists...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6037830651971293647</id><published>2008-01-21T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:54:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding the real me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;just read ziqin's blog, well she's self searching i guess, perhaps facing the 2 decades old dilemma. pretty interested to see someone that desperate to spot her change. i guess people do change and i do admit that i changed alot, ironically, why dun my fats shrink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, like she'll drop by my blog, i'll drop an encouragement for ppl trying to search for the real you after thinking about the past you. well, optimistically, your current you can be your real you, coz the past you will still be your past you. placing a facade on will do you good in leading back to your past, but it may not do good to the people around you, having known with  your present being. the world is packed with stereotypes and i'm sure unconventional habits does paint a person black, especially the conservative mindset (chinese!). say drinking, i love to drink, but i don't drink much coz i don't like to be intoxicated. however, my very dear mama say, "so young learn how to drink liao, next time grow up... blah blah blah (.50 calibre at point blank)...". well,  drinking at limited amount = bad? or say toilet hugger = bad? so the current self may not reflect a daddy's little girl or mama's little boy, but i'm sure you can find something that is very unique and attract yourself to explore. i do agree to looking back and reflect, but dun encourage yourself to be stagnant and not improve in your current state. if you're appreciating what you're doing, i'm positive that there's a circle of people you can relate to and someone to support you. just allow them to and put your trust in them. if they screw you up, adjust and change them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh. report report report. i'm dying! i wonder ivy still remembers the cheesecake bet. but i'll treat both of them to a drink bah, so paiseh to let girl treat me. ha. TCC! a very nice place to hang out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6037830651971293647?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6037830651971293647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6037830651971293647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6037830651971293647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6037830651971293647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/finding-real-me.html' title='finding the real me...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1697641147033965830</id><published>2008-01-20T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:42:13.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy's 7s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as tagged by Mandy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7 Random Facts About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- dislike being known for being a drummer, guitarist or bassist unless it's for jamming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- counts the hours of sleep i'm getting before sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- black, red, white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- finishing polytechnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- wants to go to NUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- may have parkinsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- a love hate relationship with music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7 Things That Scare Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- extremely fat girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- cockroaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- getting myopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- broken bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- rejection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- broken wrists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- becoming deaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7 Favourite Music Artistes At The Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The GazettE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Dave Weckl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- YUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Mika Nakamura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Blindside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Mayday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7 Things I Like Most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- jamming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- badminton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7 Lucky People To Do This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- qiang qiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- zhi wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- maxwell&lt;br /&gt;- fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- kenit (go bloody start a blog for the sake of this lah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- jayson (REVIVE YOUR OLD BLOG!)&lt;br /&gt;- ivy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1697641147033965830?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1697641147033965830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1697641147033965830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1697641147033965830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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to not face the truth. it's a one sided love. i've done so much with nothing in return. i wonder how God feels? He's done so much but people who does not know Him does nothing in return. Not that He wants anything material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alittle out of place here. droopy and all. sigh. i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5903497665188462333?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5903497665188462333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5903497665188462333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5903497665188462333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5903497665188462333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-things.html' title='stupid things...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-602949396433334373</id><published>2008-01-17T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:31:43.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"introvert... introvert..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today is a very good day, not the best day, but it's a very good day. even though the activity sucked like usual, being around with close friends is very valuable. i love hanging out at home and lying on the bed stoning and such, but i do treasure some friends that are pretty dear, most of them are not normal normal, as in not the kind you find on the streets, nerds, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good day, the band people are happy today too, did have lots of laugh but was disrupted by cucumber ziqun. still, it's fun being around with them and the topics discusses, like ben's recommendation, the zangif mario and some master hand. owning man, ultimate laughter. did chat with qiuyun alittle today, but not much, she's like so far away from me. talked to johnny too, about army stuff, now that's over, he's got nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good day, and everyone poops, qiu yun's favour panda poops. however, flowers dun poop. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a313/yuanjie/0-916291-45-6d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" 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over it, didn't know whether qiuyun reacted to it. it's a well spent afternoon with her at plaza sing after doing some studying in school for my webpage documentation. it was last wednesday when i walked to her and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when are you free next week? lets watch a movie..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, some minor changes from yesterday to today but all went well. dan in real life is a really heart warming light comedy where you will see a widower and "aunt agony" columnist, dan, going through life with his 3 daughters and trying to guard them with his beliefs. well, of coz it didn't go well. when he reached his dad's place for a family holiday, he met a lady, marie, at the bookstore and fell in love with her prematurely. it happened to be his brother's, mike, new girlfriend. dan tried to fit in and marie too fell in love with him and got jealous at a point where dan went for a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. watch the movie. it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some shopping with qy and did alot of talking, most probably the same amount of talking with a girl in p+f for 4 months, or i can safely say 3 times of it. i somehow feel safe being with her, compared to other women, i'll get alittle off mood when i'm with the wrong company, and only a handful of women i know by face does this kind of magic. but for now, i've still yet to find someone that i can relate to of the opposite gender, but maybe i wont until i get a girlfriend or a wife, i'll still try to keep my thoughts to myself. went through one spot, yamaha and daiso, and that green fanatic went bananas over a green giant pillow, and panda tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everyone poops..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, i met erwina. didnt see her for donkeys. she looks the same and she's kinda alone standing there waiting for her mom. great to see her, been awhile, 1+ semesters? yeah. long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty happy today. thanks for the company, qiuyun. indeed finding the right company for the right movie does help. hope she likes the movie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5348356328576114204?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5348356328576114204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5348356328576114204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5348356328576114204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5348356328576114204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/everyone-poops.html' title='everyone poops...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-4151255740658549941</id><published>2008-01-14T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:47:26.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eastern promises... the family is shallow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;gone for a movie with ken on saturday. eastern promises, the mafia fanatic and obsessive blood shook beneath both of our skins. yes. the russian family living within london, and one of the family is as dumb as supporting arsenal in the midst of chelsea nutcases. it went bananas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's a very nice movie with a good plot, even though the ending is alittle lack of screen to conclude it, but it's good. 2 different situations merging into one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"i'm just a driver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;as what most undercover/professional mafia would say. clearing up a mess and preventing the police to identify the body. cut fingers for finger print identification, broken teeth for dental identification, all done and cleared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"i'm just a driver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;spent sunday at home idling. i'm suppose to do my final report but i didn't. paul didn't do it too, so i think it's a good thing. i guess. haha. lots to do today then. gonna watch dan in real life tml, very excited! i'm like a small kid being excited going to the movies. haha. littlekided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-4151255740658549941?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/4151255740658549941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-13619946648875563</id><published>2008-01-11T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:04:36.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDvance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yes, EDvance. it starts off with part of my name, kinda sounds like it's my thing ya know, but it's not really related to me. ha. it's education rather thn edomondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;didnt really work much yesterday after paul and amri manage to pull me back to school to listen a talk about education. so in the morning at approx 8am, i registered for the nus, sim and ntu talk. well, i'm not really keen of going to sim, but it's sandwiched between both nus and ntu. i'm not that keen of going to ntu either, even though statistically the graduates over at ntu yield higher pay than the nus grads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, the 3 of us hit school at 10.15am. took a trip down to the convention centre and here comes the id10t, haha, not really an id10t but just a odd ball, teck yang. he registered for the ntu talk about computing technology, can see that he's on 'NTU FTW!' dope, in the morning session but since he saw us, he joined us in the nus. well, the prof is pretty much prof like, in his 50s and 75% bald with a shine on his head and had very thin hair, and does protrays like he's from engineering, well i can quite confidently say that i can see which lecturer is from engineering and which is not. i'm guessing that he's from either electrical or mechanical, he don't look like someone from the chemical nor any life science engineering. i might be wrong though, but just a guess. his talk was informative, kinda shattered by resolution of going into NUS EE, looking that the choice i'm given. well, it didn't happen, not every path is smooth sailing, after showing the pool of courses i can take with my dip. only EE and CE, well, EE for me. i might be going into microE, really wanna touch on optoelectronics, but well, it's in microE, so i need to go into microE. unless i do power! but not really interested in huge and big things, i love delicate things. after that an ex-np and undergrad in nus did a pretty well scripted speech, but very stiff kinda feeling. we retreated for our lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;went for lunch and saw kinet. haha. saw in on wed in scc, saw in on thurs in canteen. well, he's pretty bz with jay projecting for their review next week. haha. so we've missed a performance on sunday as well, back to sunday duty, edmund. have a pretty good lunch at canteen 2 and head back to convention centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ntu, i must say, is much more well prepared, for the prof that is. but it's not as informative and he didnt really nail the important facts down, rather, he marketed ntu. his empasis, tuition fees and ntu grad gets higher pay. -.- xi yue's bro went on stage as the undergrad speaker for ntu, but he kinda failed. he wasn't spot on and circled around aimlessly. instead of marketing or sharing his experience in ntu, he stood for the PASSION! 'huh?', i went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, till now, my desire and aim is still the same, NUS EE. however, i'm still gonna honour God's decision. i'm prepared for it. well, except for not prepared for turning 20 this year. if qiu yun can do it, so can i. i'll laugh at her if she turns *0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-13619946648875563?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/13619946648875563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=13619946648875563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/13619946648875563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/13619946648875563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/edvance.html' title='EDvance'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-4254276656003474790</id><published>2008-01-08T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:34:32.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beck, mongolian chop squad, mcs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;been quite a while since i'm crazy over a manga title. it's pretty old title, but the storyline is really good. ok, i may have drooled over the guitars (freaking PRS CU22, Gibson SG, Gibson Les Paul, Gibson Les Paul with 7 bullet holes, Gibson ES335, Fender Stratocaster, Fender Telecaster, ESP Signature models which i dun remember well, some fubar brand called Tibson Les Paul, CF Martin D-45, Gibson Thunderbird, Ernie Ball Stingray and my fav, Gretsch White Falcon.). the storyline got juice too! about this indie band called beck, named after the band leader's stitched up dog, that all the major labels are asked to not approach them by the president of some company or something. it's pretty good, reading them going on tours and how the leader kept going around being a wuss. most of all, how an average boy learnt and play the guitar in the band and how he loved his guitar. it's bananas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;after reading so much, i thought that being in a band is tough, but hell, just play, who cares? it's time to head out, qiang qiang and i will be hitting some local gigs to rekke and see the scene out there. it's pretty stagnant and biased the last time i went to watch local band play, indie and more indie, if not it's some emo rock shit, so need to see about it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;roar! DO MY TEST! ROAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-4254276656003474790?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/4254276656003474790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=4254276656003474790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4254276656003474790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4254276656003474790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/beck-mongolian-chop-squad-mcs.html' title='beck, mongolian chop squad, mcs...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-4397064855579102055</id><published>2008-01-06T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:47:05.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drums again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;there are a few reasons why i do not wanna play drums for anything. but still, i played today. For GOD! FOR THE WIN! even though it's refreshing and have very minimal mistakes, or rather only 1, that i could think, i still dun think i'm in for drums. it's weird. and there's so many ppl wanna learn how to play the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it, especially teaching someone playing drums. i do not know where i'm going. i do not know whether i'm going too fast or wat. and one thing about it is that, subconsciously, i feel that ppl are taking it very lightly, kinda like coz it's cool, that's y i learn. or, it dun need to know the notes so it must be easier to learn. similar to bass, "oh, just play the note to substitute the chord can liao, very easy." i'm disappointed. i'm disappointed especially with the sentence, "i'm selling my guitar now coz i'm going to concentrate on bass." or the other way. it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost now, i'm not too sure wat is my main instrument. my mind told me it's the guitar, but the other skills are more in demand. church needs bass. i hardly play guitar except for cell. scc need bass and guitar, i hardly play drums coz the ppl scared of me. wat the shit. and all the ppl there aren't improving except winnie. i've been observing, it's winnie that's improving dramatically. sheisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-4397064855579102055?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/4397064855579102055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=4397064855579102055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4397064855579102055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4397064855579102055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/drums-again.html' title='drums again...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6636562533874367425</id><published>2008-01-05T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:42:41.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday... lol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's saturday already. a bum day i guess. managed to treat my family to crystal jade today. eat until bth. kinda quite alot of food but actually not that alot. the beef stew and broth is still stuck on my taste buds, every burp, i'm still able to savour the taste of it. it's a pretty good meal with a pretty ok price. 60 bucks for 3 bowls of ramen, 1/2 chicken, 2 sets of 5 xiao long bao, a set of spring roll and ice lemon tea (stupid brother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of writing chinese songs. i dun have the mood, or rather the knowledge to write it yet. come, save me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6636562533874367425?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6636562533874367425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6636562533874367425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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valentine's day. i guess this year's will be the same as the previous years and the years to come. it's a taboo. it's like a day where all the prices will jack up 3 times and sad people will stay home and bite their fingers. their parents will go, "boy, why no girlfriend?", which snaps an artery. all the hey hos about the new year died down, but valentine's is still ahead. freakish people that is ever obsessed with this day will start planning and asking for a date. i'm in despair. i'm broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;no once that i asked her out happened. so i concluded that she will not want to go out. the idea of having valentine's day and globalised it as a day that love love thingy, IS WRONG! it's depressing my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i was looking at threadless. their shirts are kinda cool, to me that is. hmm. i wanna order leh, anyone wanna share the shipping cost with me? we can buy together. usual prices for a shirt is 15 for guys, 17 for girls and gays. long sleeve is 25 and 27 respectively. 40 for hoodies. well. anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5278875727728272896?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5278875727728272896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5278875727728272896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5278875727728272896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5278875727728272896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentines.html' title='valentine&apos;s...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1280104593788611097</id><published>2008-01-03T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:01:23.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick... happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sick. shit. i've got work piled up and i'm sick. in office now, as usual, blogging in the morning till approx 8am before going ahead with my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;felt better now, as in my emotions calmed down alot. i can think better now, and perhaps the 10th time telling myself to forget about her. all my attempts to ask her out for movie/shopping/walking around failed. perhaps it's just no hope masking under her usual business. i dun want it to be an obligation or reluctance. since the signal's up for, "get away from me", i guess i'll accept it. no harm done. i'll just closed this heart of mine like the usual past. i guess fairytales are just fairytales, a toad can never get a swan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1280104593788611097?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1280104593788611097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1280104593788611097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1280104593788611097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1280104593788611097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick-happy.html' title='sick... happy?'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-2557707863196855529</id><published>2008-01-02T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:24:58.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality, i've got work to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i really do need someone to punch me in the gut and shout at me and just beat me up till i'm near dead. it's getting too wild to control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm 20 this year, and she's 20. fact one for no chance of chasing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ask why? reality time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;after ns, i'm 22. after university, i'm 25. i'm old by then and she'll be working already and i'm lagging behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm fat, she's gorgeous. fact two for no chance of chasing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ask why? reality time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;where can you find a fairytale in this world? no swan wanna hold hands with a toad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm boring. fact three for no chance of chasing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ask why? reality time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;look at my schedule. work, home, play guitar, sleep. i don't like much activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't speak chinese often to outsiders. fact four for no chance of chasing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ask why? reality time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;chinese kind of fit her and i'm not chinese chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm a christian. fact five for no chance of chasing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ask why? reality time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's against my faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i get jealous very very very easily. (haha, you didn't know that right? haha) fact six for no chance of chasing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ask why? reality time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll most probably hurt her because of being over protective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh. God, save me. i need to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-2557707863196855529?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/2557707863196855529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=2557707863196855529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2557707863196855529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2557707863196855529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/reality-ive-got-work-to-do.html' title='reality, i&apos;ve got work to do...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1922671303806095756</id><published>2008-01-01T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:24:45.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year, lads...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the best thing that could happen on new years day is to sprain my left ankle. sigh. i guess no badminton for me for approx 3 weeks and gotta walk around in my track shoes.&lt;br /&gt;headed down to scc ch yesterday night for the countdown, was planning to head down to wee wee's at 10.30pm to join darren and wee wee for count down and have some drinks. well, the clubhse kinda attracted me to stay. been a long road, i guess. not all members can sustain for 3 years in the club. 100 year ones and filtered to around 20 and now it's around 10, and i'm one of the existing members. i dun loathe for not being in the committee, i guess staying as a normal member is cool. it's a difficult position to be in and is constantly being criticized for misjudgment, lousy decisions and procrastination. so in a good thought, being normal is good. i'm like an outcast now, feared in scc, but i like being spaced out from too many people, makes me clear.&lt;br /&gt;the night was quite unpleasant though, but dominating the couch was pretty awesome. yup, i slept on the couch but i did a light sleeper, still using my ears and being alert of my surroundings. it's weird to hear your own snores, haha. super paiseh, i snored. ha.&lt;br /&gt;got up fully at 7am, and started to stare at the scenery outside just out from the door of the clubhouse. it has never been to satisfying to grab a view of where i've been for the past 2+ years. also felt quite sad that i'm going to leave somewhere that i've really enjoyed my education for a higher level. was tough, but it's essential. qy was in a green jacket staring at birds, so i joined her, who was further down the corridor. she's in her drunk mode. heard from her that is rare, but yeah, my 2nd time seeing her being in that mode. chatted up with her about birds. unknowingly, we hit education. i knew it's not a topic that's super unappealing, and for some reason, talking to her will lead to that. i don't think she's very interested in discussing it and i'm trying to steer it away. well, it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;went for breakfast in in mac and i diced my pancakes, resulting in becoming the last to finish it. haha. wan ting was the 2nd last. hahaha. zhi wei was complaining over why am i so slow and constantly telling me that he could give a hand on the sausage right next to my pancakes. haha, it was amusing while i kept reminding the crowd, "It's the passion.".&lt;br /&gt;just got up from my long sleep after hitting home at 1. i had my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;happy new year, lads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1922671303806095756?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1922671303806095756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1922671303806095756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1922671303806095756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1922671303806095756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-lads.html' title='happy new year, lads...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5535240839812527719</id><published>2007-12-31T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:29:24.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming new year, new age...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess it's kinda weird for a guy to be depressing over his age. i'm turning twenty in the year after today. no more '1' as my 1st digit in age, but a '2'. you can say, "this guy siao one, like that also get depressed." well, yeah, i'm siao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i didnt manage to catch enough sleep last night. told myself to sleep at 11 with my eyes shutting, however, my mind is freaking awake! of course, the i'm still in the lala state mentioned on the previous post, just that part of the focus is on a new composition. i told myself, "ok, i need to sleep, lets not think about the new song." and her image came up. i was quite irritated with myself and i went, "ok, i need to sleep, lets not think about her, no point thinking, you can't chase it." and new words in japanese came into my mind for new lyrics, and it went on and on. OH MY GOSH! CAN'T I JUST FREAKING NOT THINK ABOUT BOTH OF THEM AND JUST GO TO SLEEP?! from my initial plan of sleeping for 7 hours, it came down to 4. i crawled up from bed after my attempts to sleep and swtiched on the computer. and this cocky drummer started to comment that cassis, from the GazettE, is a lousy song. before my bedtime, i tried to hint him that he's crossing some people, not just the fans of GazettE, but younger and new composers who is studying the song, like me. the song is easy to play, yes, i do agree that it's not difficult to cover the song in a short period. the song is a lousy song, absolutely not. considering the degree of arrangement that has be placed in the song and the songs lasting for more than 5 minutes with double solo from uruha and aoi with proper song dynamics and having an addition of a guitar from ruki, it's not an easy feat to do this kind of arrangement. oh, i forgot, he only started drumming last year august and he's self taught. not that it's not possible to reach at a performance standard at this amount of learning time, but if you read in another posts in either the 'post your gear' or 'return of koyuki', he's just a childish punk. wah lao... piss me off in the morning at 12.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i said my goodbyes on msn at around 12.50am. toss and turned till 2 and wah lah... i drooled off to sleep. surprisingly, this is the part that i like about myself, i woke up earlier than my alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm in work now. pls sms me if you are sian. coz i'm sian. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5535240839812527719?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5535240839812527719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5535240839812527719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5535240839812527719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5535240839812527719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/12/coming-new-year-new-age.html' title='coming new year, new age...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-4654810242832159446</id><published>2007-12-30T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:54:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knocking off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i can't seem to force myself to sleep after waking up. she kept running through my mind, even now. aftermath of ladies with makeup on, i'm an easy prey i guess. kinda sad though, now that's over, it's hard to move on, when reality slaps you in the gut that you're in the last year. sheisser. i'll be history. i need to go forward. i'll be leaving something undone coz i'm not bold enough. i'm not good enough. it's a sad thing... if this school is still part of me, i may be coming back as alumni, but without her, where do i stand to come back for a look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a hard resolution to make, it's so difficult to plunge another step into the future and it's devastating seeing the clock didn't stop. my initial goal somehow crumble in my state of emotions. NUS or NTU and then no more NP. i must be a stupid person to dwell on this kind of things. so girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you shed a tear for me&lt;br /&gt;to show that you cared&lt;br /&gt;even for a moment with my presence&lt;br /&gt;i want to see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's staying is this longing&lt;br /&gt;to hold your hand with mine&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i can be the happiest man&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me just yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some impromptu lyrics for a chorus... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-4654810242832159446?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/4654810242832159446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=4654810242832159446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4654810242832159446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/4654810242832159446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/12/knocking-off.html' title='knocking off...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-8723488797857703429</id><published>2007-12-30T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:51:26.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concert...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;great... some minor screw ups but the outcome is GREAT! the band is GREAT! the crowd isn't that bad, but could be better, blame on the publicity. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's great, i get to talk to more ppl. i'm like the scary dude in scc and i dun like to consider myself in there, unless it's the perks or something. haha. get to talk to alot of ppl other then the usual YAKUZA SOUR. but can say they like dun like me like that leh. sad sia. i'm too fierce i guess. haha. got to talk to qiuyun and ivy more, at least they are friendlier, thanks for the nail polish and assistance in my nail, gorgeous ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. so now wat? more songs? YEAH! i'm still pretty nooby but i'll keep writing and writing till it stands out. i may even write chinese! HMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAKUZA SOUR ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-8723488797857703429?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/8723488797857703429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=8723488797857703429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/8723488797857703429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/8723488797857703429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/12/concert.html' title='concert...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-2760074121587080767</id><published>2007-12-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:41:13.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heylo my fellow friends. Merry Christmas. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from having dinner with zw and greg and got some drinks. i felt that something or someone is telling me to buy a bottle of drink for my parents. well. i did. it's not expensive, quite a cheap bottle and it's not hard liqueur or some exotic wine brands, just a fruity rum for my parents. my dad's home and i gave it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "I don't drink."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I got it for you and mum. Some fruity rum."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Buy or get?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I buy for you both as Christmas present."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Oh, Thank You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it cool? MY DAD SAID THANK YOU! haha! i'm so happy that i bought it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU! CONCERT'S COMING UP! YAKUZA SOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas my friends, have a blessed week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-2760074121587080767?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/2760074121587080767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=2760074121587080767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2760074121587080767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2760074121587080767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6067136757259749310</id><published>2007-12-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:28:49.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work and play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;work has been rather... relaxed. it's like going there and then just bum all the way to the end. the project is going to end and i'm just dragging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what... well, call me a pedophile all you want, I MET UP WITH JOEY TODAY! she's so darn cute like a little doll (pls dun read my blog, joey) and super hyper. i cannot catch up with the younger ppl nowadays, maybe just paul, he claims that he's young and still doing crazy things. i'm so happy to see her, it's been months, like 6 months, and i always told the 3 meimeis i'll be organizing outing. sorry, i've failed, too busy with work. meng xin and mich (not joey), my cca's going to have a concert coming up, so y not come? it's only 6 bucks and i'm performing! yay! *i'm such a thick skin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, preparations are still undergoing, i'm still thinking of adding more spunk into my songs and i'm also working on the arrangement of the concert theme. yup, if you're wondering wat is concert theme, it's a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you: "OH MY GOSH! YOU'RE WRITING A SONG TO REPRESENT THE CONCERT?!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "yup, you can say so"&lt;br /&gt;you: "YOU SUCK AT SONG WRITING!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh well, they asked me to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda a big thing man, i've got an excellent vocal arranger, mr steve, and i've came up with my set. i think i'm going to have like 10 vocalist, and i definitely need someone who can lead the singing, coz all i can say is... "you... over there, flat." or "you... over there, shut up". that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i'm not really in a good mood now. i dunno why. i'm going to see daphne soon this saturday, i'm SOOO EXCITED! yay! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6067136757259749310?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6067136757259749310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6067136757259749310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6067136757259749310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6067136757259749310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/12/work-and-play.html' title='work and play'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5386159089633312703</id><published>2007-12-01T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:52:53.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fragile with the right hand lady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for once, i saw 2 english songs on the top of the mp chart in the overall section. for once, i'm delighted that someone out there is enjoying my songs more thn the other chinese songs. well, who's john papa? hahaha. if you are in the blog, i'll reveal it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put it this way. john('s) papa. haha. me. i'm gonna name my son john whn i have one. humble man in the Lord. well, i do hope that he does not have a broken 5 year relationship though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what my band members should learn is to keep calm and enjoy themselves. every song has a life to live, i guess, and it's up to the members to bring it out. i'm pretty tired of hearing, "oh, i screwed up in the song..." or "shit man, i shouldn't have done that" or even "i'm not in the mood to do it and i think i'll be shitty today". hey man, this is a performance and the song reflects on you. what if one day you perform for some big star as a sessionist for jay chou and thn so happen you are not in the mood or screw up? professionalism, we need to strive for it. even though our technicalities are very shallow, we still have to work on it and put in effort to show it to the crowd. set recovery, knowing how to come back and notice your wrong so as not to bring the set down. practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really proud of my band members. gotta work hard and i'm gotta push you guys harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5386159089633312703?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5386159089633312703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5386159089633312703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5386159089633312703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5386159089633312703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/11/fragile-with-right-hand-lady.html' title='fragile with the right hand lady.'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5035295554369651948</id><published>2007-11-26T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:54:12.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jamming fever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;one thing that i really treasure most is jamming. i hope my mates wont hate me. haha. welcome our new drummer! he's ernest fong! hahaha. anyway. i'm sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5035295554369651948?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5035295554369651948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5035295554369651948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5035295554369651948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5035295554369651948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/11/jamming-fever.html' title='jamming fever...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5838187063843867724</id><published>2007-11-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:51:54.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to have it can be a sad thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ever wondered seeing people up on stage and them playing like demi-gods on their musical instruments? well, can see alot of them really put in alot of hardwork and soul to it, however, there will always be people out there take it for granted. can i not play anything for anyone except for myself? that's pretty self-centered and very much well get shot down by background gossips. well, in this case, NO! i feel like dropping everything. stop playing for anyone but myself. it's very disappointing. if you're new to instruments and thought that knowledge are meant to me share and upon reading this you branded me a "bastard", well, you're too young to understand. nothing is perfect. it's like you taking a cup of water for your friend and your friend just shove it down the drain. HA. NICE? you put your heart and your soul into this and when you want to show it to people, you're shoved aside. it's not about bad comments, harsh criticisms, it's about understanding. you practice and practice till your fingers hurt, your muscle aches, your vocals break, eating into your sleep time, but crap comes. i feel like i'm always in the wrong crowd if i exist in a big one. this makes me hate music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5838187063843867724?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5838187063843867724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5838187063843867724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5838187063843867724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5838187063843867724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-have-it-can-be-sad-thing.html' title='to have it can be a sad thing'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-286132019652849068</id><published>2007-11-03T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T09:23:59.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is IAP good?  or bad? let edmund bring it to points.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just in case you are wondering whether iap is good or bad, i'll bring it down to alittle dots so that you can have a look. of coz, all the points below are imo, in my opinion, so if i ticked you off, stepped on your toe, made you unsatisfied, insulted your favourite supervisor or wat so ever, it's not my fault to start of with, it's your eyes that wanna scan through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll start of with the bad... since i'm alittle more pessimistic due to alittle skeptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD things about IAP:&lt;br /&gt;- you need to wake up early every morning and be consistent.&lt;br /&gt;- you need to be sociable, even if you are not one, you have to be one.&lt;br /&gt;- you tick you supervisor off, your supervisor tick your grade off.&lt;br /&gt;- you need to suck up to your boss and do what he tells to you.&lt;br /&gt;- you have a fixed lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;- the supervisor plays you.&lt;br /&gt;- you do extensive miscellaneous tasks like scanning calibration certificates.&lt;br /&gt;- your colleagues may not be friendly.&lt;br /&gt;- hr may black list you if you dun tap out for work.&lt;br /&gt;- pay cuts if late.&lt;br /&gt;- if you get bored, you still have to continue working.&lt;br /&gt;- you don't have time for other activities after work unless you adapt to work life fast.&lt;br /&gt;- you won't get to see as much attractive girls/boys.&lt;br /&gt;- you feel that you're older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD things about IAP:&lt;br /&gt;- if you're a value for money for education person, you probably learn much more stuff compared to being in school, very much depends on what your supervisor sees in your and gives the tasks that you are going to do.&lt;br /&gt;- pay&lt;br /&gt;- pay&lt;br /&gt;- pay&lt;br /&gt;- you may get some company benefits like free medical consultancy by the company doctor, a ride to work or meal subsidy.&lt;br /&gt;- you feel that you're younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all, which speaks of why people that went IAP whine more thn being happy. Actually, to be honest, i like IAP! project can kiss my rear, learn sheisser over project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving up on her, i don't see anything from her. seems like my efforts are taken for granted and i'm very disappointed. i apologize if you people approached me and i turned you people down, there's always winnie if you wanna learn. i'm giving up, affecting myself too much and spending too much time concerning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-286132019652849068?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/286132019652849068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=286132019652849068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/286132019652849068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/286132019652849068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-iap-good-or-bad-let-edmund-bring-it.html' title='Is IAP good?  or bad? let edmund bring it to points.'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6612212764755865940</id><published>2007-10-27T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:05:02.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah lao...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;WAH LAO! MY SKIN IS PEELING! AND I'M BALDING! SO MUCH HAIR ON MY WORK DESK! sian... and i'm lovesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is the last week of the month, meaning, pay cheque is coming! meaning, GOT MONEY AGAIN! also pretty happy that my project structure is ending soon, now what's left are some minor bugs and gets onto my nerves alot. it's the kind of thing you needa edit alittle but the thing is that it takes up alot of time for you to figure out wat to do to it. this sucks man. life is getting better too, even though i'm blacklisted in the hr dept for taking too many research days and they kinda dun like me. this hr lady even diao me man, paul told me. but other thn that, big paul said that i'm pretty good at my work, which is good, i hope. and also hope that's not a lie. maybe i'm just too skeptical huh. or rather adults lie much more thn children? i dunno. keeps me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda got used to waking up super early also kinda sick of it. it's like wat paul depicts as 'no life'. whn you're an executive over there, it's worst. 7.30am report to work, 5pm end work, and most prob you gotta OT, so it's around 6pm you leave. Out of house, no sun. Back home, no sun. become white man sia. mistaken for a caucasian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6612212764755865940?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6612212764755865940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6612212764755865940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6612212764755865940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6612212764755865940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/10/wah-lao.html' title='wah lao...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-7325235714330265516</id><published>2007-10-13T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:33:36.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm way too introverted.. -_-" am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://edomondo.mypersonality.info" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/2/24368.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm not too sure though. i honestly answered all the questions and i'm 95% introverted. i'm a dreamer. OMG! I'M PAUL! paul's a dreamer by nick. i'm a dreamer by identity. only 2 percent of the ppl out there has my personality. how cool is that? i'm damn unique sia. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-7325235714330265516?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/7325235714330265516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=7325235714330265516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/7325235714330265516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/7325235714330265516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-way-too-introverted-am-i.html' title='i&apos;m way too introverted.. -_-&quot; am i?'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-2315886720087686161</id><published>2007-10-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:50:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;working is kinda sian. so sian until i dun wanna blog it up. my neck is in a bad shape, so is my right wrist. so sian. very down these days even though work is quite ok. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-2315886720087686161?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/2315886720087686161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=2315886720087686161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2315886720087686161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2315886720087686161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/10/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5779835824322309583</id><published>2007-09-22T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:19:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd week over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;shit... i was quite sad after going back to davis to see my baby and realised that it's not an AST-72 and it's a strat with a matching headstock. sigh... so sad. g77 is selling an AST-80, it's so darn nice sia, but so darn expensive, it's like 1488 bucks, like 3/4 more thn the davis jap strats. however, another jap strat caught my attention. it's just a jap strat, WITH A GLOSS MAPLE NECK! so sexy... i like... it's still 850, so i hope no one's bagging it away before i've got the moolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so obligated to blog today. haha. 3rd week is over and 19 more weeks to go. it's pretty fun working there even though the rate i'm socialising is really kana sai. very sad though. very routine, meet paul in the morn, 7am for bus 91, 7.15am for breakfast with my beloved curry bun (which they didnt restock and i went without it for 2 mornings, sad!), work at 7.30am till 9, tea-break. after tea, it depends, i can stay in company or go to school or even home for my self-study/research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blessed bus 91 DOUBLE DECK AIR CON on friday and thursday! so cool... usually, 91 is single and non aircon, and needa squeeze with alot of operators and staff of p+f, confirm is most of them p+f, you tell me which company starts at 7.30am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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over!'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-5724925995038288798</id><published>2007-09-14T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:46:35.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>count your blessings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;one think i've learnt this sem.... count your blessings. if you get a B, and thought that you can get A, just look up in the skies and thank God you got a B instead of a C. at least you passed, rite? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my results, amen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-5724925995038288798?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/5724925995038288798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=5724925995038288798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5724925995038288798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/5724925995038288798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/09/count-your-blessings.html' title='count your blessings....'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-495475282119930790</id><published>2007-09-13T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:42:38.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot... research...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm taking a break from php and sql now. so much to study. but good that i do not need to be stuck in office. woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubhouse is much neater now, all thanks to the clean up crew, they did a nice job. wat is left for instruments to be cleaned is the drumset. it's dirty. yunyun, if you're reading this, i volunteer to clean it. but if not, i dun care about it. over and out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-495475282119930790?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/495475282119930790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=495475282119930790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/495475282119930790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/495475282119930790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/09/woot-research.html' title='woot... research...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-8128905152589876153</id><published>2007-09-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:19:11.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp is over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;went for this year's scc camp. pretty ok i guess. haha. met and get to know some freshies better and hope they dun get a bad impression on me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just to let some ppl know, when it comes to helping out to improve you guys and gurls techniques in music, with my puny knowledge, i tend to be pretty serious, so hope you ppl understand. i tend to loosen up when i'm doing fun stuff and trying to be stupid at times, but whn it comes to learning, i'm pretty much stricter. anyway, it's just reflexes, art of God within my soul and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come to realise i'm pretty out of reach with love. my lyrics are sustaining on my lost, rather thn being within bliss. i pretty much trashed alot of my lyrics coz it makes no sense. i'm sad. as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i'm the colgate master... haha... 3 unlucky ones got darlie on their faces! muahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-8128905152589876153?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/8128905152589876153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=8128905152589876153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/8128905152589876153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/8128905152589876153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/09/camp-is-over.html' title='camp is over...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-8937722475836603335</id><published>2007-09-05T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:38:25.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first 3 days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hi everyone. been alittle tired so i refrained from approaching my computer. life's been good and for once, i liked working. not really for the money, but for the experience. i can feel that superiors want things to be done, so as the inferior, i'm working one it. even though it's pretty stressful to work under my supervisor, he's pretty good, compared to paul and amri, who either do soldering, testing and other stuff that are pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day was pretty bad, 3 of us were held in the HR meeting room for a briefing and then met up with deen, mr supervisor and head of test planning division, for further briefing. spent the rest of the day reading catalogs, pasting matric codes on some relay boards and soldering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was better. i'm transfered to sensoric test planning department, paul remained in test planning device while amri went up to the 5th for test planning surface mount technology. learnt alot from paul, mr supervisior and i dunno wat head. spent the day troubleshooting the motor driver, which is pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was superb. went through a neck breaking time building my analog current control circuit, spent the whole day. it's very good experience as school dun have this chance, screw polytechnic education, i'm learning more here. hahaha. paul, mr supervisor, is pretty good to me, even though he just push me my duty and i'm on my own to do up my own circuit and finding all the components and stuff, he sat down and explained some of the parts in the driver and occasionally praised me for my work, which is pretty encouraging for an ia student, dun you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward for tml, i'm starting to like it over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-8937722475836603335?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6518975705321684352</id><published>2007-09-01T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:59:46.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goals... for near future...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.www.rakuten.co.jp/ikebe/img1029595024.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 615px;" src="http://image.www.rakuten.co.jp/ikebe/img1029595024.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmmm... i'm heading into my iap on monday. hope it will be a good start. i'm already looking forward to buying my baby already. fender japan AST-72. slick looking, absolute sexy. i guess not all people will like it and i'm not too sure how will it sound like. it looks good *duh* and it's pretty much different from the guitars you see out there. it's like jolly shandy, not completely a stratocaster and with a stint of perhaps the black beauty. davis is selling for 850 and please, pretty please, dun touch it. i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iap iap... 730 work... 1730 finish work... even though it's stated 1700 finish, i was told not to go off at the exact time. good 5 months and 1 week of work coming up. God bless p+f...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6518975705321684352?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6518975705321684352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6518975705321684352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6518975705321684352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6518975705321684352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/09/goals-for-near-future.html' title='goals... for near future...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-1543799956068460673</id><published>2007-08-30T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:14:48.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come to talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i was thinking, if you're in a situation where it's going to be edging your gut tolerance level, what will you do? haha. 2 years back, i'm a game planner for scc camp, totally freaked myself out during the nightwalk. mandy and i with a couple of incense, mandy's amulet and a candle, going through the nightwalk route. only the 2 of us were walking through and even before we took a step into the corridor, which we expect it to be lighted up at that time but it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, i'm under johnny's guidance. haha. at first, i was just suggesting to him my idea coz i thought that just nightwalking is pretty boring, and now, i'm one of the station masters and making ideas for the nightwalk. one thing to the making of a good nightwalk is to be the participant spiritually while you plan, knowing what to use to scare and what are the potential loophole during worst comes to worst situations, like missing participant. haha. so, the discussion actually kind shrunk my balls abit before heading home with zhi wei on the bus and yunyun with me on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yunyun managed to talk me out for walking her home, so i'm pretty guilty and worried when my train stop arrives. well, she's still alive at home, so i'm in peace now. haha. sweet dreams my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more jamming coming up, screw sdar for pushing jamming times from 5 onwards, thanks qiang and yunyun for this info. i made 2 enemies, sdar and odex. it's pretty childish to do that, but well, bo bian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-1543799956068460673?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/1543799956068460673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=1543799956068460673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1543799956068460673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/1543799956068460673'/><link 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to save her from her cries, you are stopped... by none other then you incompetence. how sad then yo uwant her to at least see you and have some longer replies from her. how sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-8529947123506262181?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/8529947123506262181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=8529947123506262181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/8529947123506262181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/8529947123506262181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/08/with-eyes-closed.html' title='with eyes closed'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6082983051454987332</id><published>2007-08-23T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:40:03.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;got home this morning at around 5.30am, from pioneer mall. spent the night and part of the day over at macdonalds teaching qiuyun and doing some of my revision. i'm not too sure whether is it a good thing or a bad thing. having a girl to be with you all the way till 5.20am, or teaching her more then you do your work. i'm in a dilemma. was pretty surprised that she learnt pretty fast, can say 1 night and learnt most of the content of the module that i took in year 1. well, for the past 3 days, i've been teaching qiangqiang too, the pimp in the band. wish them the best for tml's ETE! BRING BACK A C GRADE FOR ME PIPS! I LOVE BOTH OF YOU! =.=... the tensions from the lack of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;got home and managed to catch some 30 mins of sleep and got up at 7am with yunyun wake up call. BUT! i hit my snooze button and went on for another 45 mins. haha! late for my paper about 10 mins but i managed to finish it with 20 marks of not knowing how to do the qns. i'm so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i found a new way to style my hair. i shall try it tml! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6082983051454987332?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6082983051454987332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6082983051454987332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6082983051454987332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6082983051454987332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/08/lack-of-sleep.html' title='lack of sleep...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-2557571598376195674</id><published>2007-08-15T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:16:03.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;this week is slack week, meaning i'm not planning to do much work and sleep more. it's pretty good to be that way, even though it does not have any purpose and doesn't contribute to anything. it just feels good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;went to the dentist today. after more thn 3 bloody years, finally, i went into the kid's hell. when i'm like, just like other kids, i hated the dentist. however, whn i'm older in the secondary school, i kinda liked the dentist coz not only you get cleaner set of teeth after the trip, you get to skip some classes too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;so i woke up at 9.45am, washed up and headed down to the dental clinic for filling of a really deep cavity. got there at a few minutes pass 10, registered myself for a walk-in and waited. FOR A BLOODY HOUR! and headed in for hell. haha. it's a long procedure, even though it's 2 teeth that is required to be filled. i'm jabbed with anestatic, my upper lip is still numb, and the dentist start sanding off the top of my teeth. 45 mins later, it's done! yay... no more cavities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;heading down to ben's for a hair cut tml. rocks, new hair. new rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-2557571598376195674?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/2557571598376195674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=2557571598376195674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2557571598376195674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/2557571598376195674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/08/yawn.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059664651398358450.post-6549592971160971306</id><published>2007-08-09T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:17:19.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i guess some of you guys know i'm still pretty aggressive in my speech, especially coming from my band members *points fingers at them* for influencing me with jrock. but man, yakuza sour rocks. had jamming yesterday and tried something new, nothing much, just pumping in some distortion with some usual chords i play. the huge leap is from some usual sad kinda feel of love song to a power pack slow rock chinese song with numerous screaming from qiang qiang, our band's vocalist and womanizer in my point of view *haha, jkjk lah*. qiang qiang is a good guy, he very good one, he not womanizer lah, it's just that girl get attracted to her, sometimes i too feel alittle jealous about it. had a very good time jamming and we're attempting on a new song, our debut original. dunno how will it sound like, i'll mainly do the arrangement, let qiang qiang do the melody, chinese lyrics and vocal. superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, project is kinda over, left the report to be completed. superb, but i kinda lazy to write the report sia. Thank God for being with me all these time, really feel the peace even though i was about to break down again yesterday troubleshooting the joystick. ha. alot of plastic fumes encircles around my table due to my soldering iron accidentally melting the plastic of the joystick. Bless God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth song on the roll, yeah yeah yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059664651398358450-6549592971160971306?l=mu5ik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/feeds/6549592971160971306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059664651398358450&amp;postID=6549592971160971306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6549592971160971306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059664651398358450/posts/default/6549592971160971306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu5ik.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-bless.html' title='God bless...'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573916566119579096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
