<?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-4260365188107018075</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:46:11.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other fish pond</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260365188107018075.post-1799545787019473850</id><published>2009-10-21T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:20:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My oh My</title><content type='html'>ZZZ... since when writing less is harder then writing more?&lt;div&gt;Since when something so simple is so hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man... stresss~ ahahahhahahahahhhahahahahahahahhahahahahhahhahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.O O.o o.O O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-1799545787019473850?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/1799545787019473850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=1799545787019473850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/1799545787019473850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/1799545787019473850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-oh-my.html' title='My oh My'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-4897111737704768341</id><published>2009-10-09T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:20:40.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>Obviously my efforts to post new things on this blog has failed miserably. I blame World of Warcraft. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-4897111737704768341?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/4897111737704768341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=4897111737704768341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/4897111737704768341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/4897111737704768341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2009/10/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-6998896468521886917</id><published>2009-08-19T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:06:19.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back... hopefully =D</title><content type='html'>After being inactive for so long.. i realised i need a new hobby instead of playin wow, dota, yumcha and chilling. Right now i'm gonna try to post my thoughts on certain things here regularly i hope... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-6998896468521886917?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/6998896468521886917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=6998896468521886917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/6998896468521886917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/6998896468521886917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-hopefully-d.html' title='Im back... hopefully =D'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-6227794028743449192</id><published>2009-01-22T02:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:50:20.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ost in my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For the empty promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The false&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; hope that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Deserve much better in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~Tchaikovski&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-6227794028743449192?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/6227794028743449192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=6227794028743449192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/6227794028743449192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/6227794028743449192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2009/01/distant.html' title='Distant'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-577564618624096502</id><published>2008-11-12T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:53:36.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'As the tune started, the dance floor slowly became alive. Women dressed in beautiful dresses of all colors could be seen dancing with men who wore tunics of elaborate design. It was a magnificent sight to behold and when I laid my eyes on it, I wept.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                               -Anonymous-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-577564618624096502?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/577564618624096502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=577564618624096502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/577564618624096502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/577564618624096502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-tune-started-dance-floor-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-7443273106376801142</id><published>2008-08-18T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:53:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>melbourne's boring... thank god there's the internet. Its highly entertaining no? For example, www.redtube.com&lt;br /&gt;www.kontraband.com&lt;br /&gt;www.megarotic.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halleluyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*These sites are not meant for Under-18. If you are please visit this site www.badgerbadgerbadger.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-7443273106376801142?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/7443273106376801142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=7443273106376801142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/7443273106376801142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/7443273106376801142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/08/melbournes-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-5201945775250336901</id><published>2008-07-21T18:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:58:40.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Times</title><content type='html'>Hmm... no updates lately... Time sure passes fast... No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-5201945775250336901?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/5201945775250336901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=5201945775250336901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/5201945775250336901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/5201945775250336901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/07/advertisment.html' title='Weekly Times'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-1166997880060333780</id><published>2008-05-27T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:50:10.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@#*$()*!@@!#</title><content type='html'>@#($I@(#%U(!@_(#)!_$*@!_#*!_@#!%(8789&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;!@#!$(!*#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's stress u know...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow after writing this i dun feel much better... xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-1166997880060333780?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/1166997880060333780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=1166997880060333780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/1166997880060333780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/1166997880060333780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='@#*$()*!@@!#'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260365188107018075.post-4099748956507984878</id><published>2008-05-04T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:27:38.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a piece that my lecturer asked if I would like to publish. Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Chasing Dreams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The plane touches down. As I stood up from my seat, a tear fell off my cheeks. I was in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The first time I was away from home, the first time I will not be going back home after a long day, the first time I was truly alone. As I lingered around the baggage pick up point, I pondered to myself, “Was it a good idea after all to come all the way here to study?” At that moment when I made my decision, it seemed like a good one, but right now as I am standing here on Australian soil I was beginning to regret it deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Not even a day had passed and I was already homesick. I had left everything behind without a second thought and I was paying for it right then. The pain I felt in my heart when I walked out the airport and into a taxi was so overwhelming I had to constantly remind myself that what I was going through is normal and I’ll feel much better at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It didn’t turn out that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night, half awake and started to think about everyone back home. That was when I felt the world had just come apart. Images of fond memories kept running through my mind like a roll of film on a large screen projector. For every image I saw, I would feel a stab in my heart and there was no way of stopping it. Soon a free flow of tears started running down my face and I cursed myself for being so selfish and impatient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;If only I had waited a few more years before setting out on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Morning arrived. Unknowingly, I had cried myself to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After a quick shower and breakfast, I made my way to the RMIT building located on La Trobe and Swanston for my late enrolment. While walking, I slowly took in my surroundings and tried to understand the lifestyle here. The weather, the streets, the cars, the people, they’re just so different from what I’m used to. I pondered, and my heart swelled. Again, the thought of home came up. Again, I unwillingly allowed myself to dwell on the past. This time, words of encouragement and advice from loved ones and peers drew my attention. Those words then seem to hold so much meaning. Right now, I see them nothing more than mere words, a melody passing through my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My actions had no life. My speech was robotic. I spoke only when I was spoken to and act if I had to. That was how I signed myself up for the late enrolment. Staff who tried to be friendly with me only served to annoy me. I hated myself for chasing my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Classes started the following week. Everyday it would be the same routine. The alarm rings, I wake up and a cold shower later, I’m off on any tram with a piece of bread in my mouth that’s on its way to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; getting off on Swanston and La trobe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In class, time seems to be running a little slower. By the end of the day, I felt as if I had lived through a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Days soon turned to weeks. I had moved out of the hotel into a friends place on Southbank. I still have yet to find a place for myself. Every application sent in by me for an apartment had been rejected or “misplaced” by the rental agency. I was at a lost. I hated myself even more then for chasing my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My friends here could do little to offer me comfort. The advice they gave are those that I have already heard and yet chose to ignore. At that moment, the problem wasn’t with anything else but me. I had refused to embrace the lifestyle here, refused to acknowledge that I was in a foreign land, and for that I tormented myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In the end, my father was the one who brought me back up. While talking to him on the phone, I confided the issues that were bothering me to him and his reply was something I never imagined him to say. (My father is a very quiet person who don’t really show concern for anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“That is part of life. You have to learn and adapt. Embracing the things that come your way will only make it easier for you. Instead of rejecting everything why don’t you try accepting them? You have to be strong and carry on doing what you have set your mind on. Giving up will only hurt you further. These are the things that you’ll have to face all your life. Just be strong and patient.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Those were the exact words he said. Truth be told, it’s something I already am very well aware of, but to hear it from him just gives the words a different meaning altogether. As I look back, it was just as my father said. I had rejected everything and refused to move on. Thinking back, it was because I had not prepared myself mentally for the difficulties ahead. I thought it was a simple thing to go abroad and study. It was my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;By heeding those words, I was able to pull myself together and be who I was before I came to this place. Missing home wasn’t really a matter to me anymore. I came to an understanding where home is not a physical thing; instead it is where your heart wishes it to be. In my case, it’s where I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s a big sacrifice, but one that’s necessary in order to chase our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a raw piece btw, will edit it if i do decide on my lectures question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ri, happy with my update? xD of courz this was written quite sometime ago.. like the 3rd week i was here? right now things are quite different la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And By.... good luck with ur exams k =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-4099748956507984878?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/4099748956507984878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=4099748956507984878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/4099748956507984878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/4099748956507984878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-piece-that-my-lecturer-asked-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-6142371957655284983</id><published>2008-03-30T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:25:40.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>So near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now just isn't the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-6142371957655284983?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/6142371957655284983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=6142371957655284983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/6142371957655284983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/6142371957655284983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-7565791195328502416</id><published>2008-03-28T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:50:36.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from below, add in one of your own(personal), to make a total of 20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;Tag 10 people in your list in the end of this post. Notify them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;At what age do you wish to be married?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh... 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;What is something you have to do in this life time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Find out about my past life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. If you were asked to give up 2 things important to  you for your lifelong dream, what would they be? (My question)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;1. Nothing. I don't fucking need to sacrifice anything for my dreams. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one where there were small fishes around. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... I love money. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life? =p Myself, my personality, my memories, my friends, my family, anything in connection to me...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. If you win $ 1 Million, what would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I would invest half of it in something, the other half ill use to screw around la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... it doesn't work trust me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PX.  blur, loves dogs?, nice to talk to =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What requirement you wish from your other half?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not annoy me over something small, to not pester me, to understand that i'm a guy and i want my own space! Oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What kind of person you hate the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate nobody. I love everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. If you are given the chance to go back to the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wouldn't have screwed around with my athletics and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What is your most embarrasing moment in your entire life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.., many many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions. I believe we make decisions on our emotions willingly or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. If there’s ever a war (Or something similar) happening in your place, are you gonna move to a safer place or fight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends. If its for something valuable that I can have or it involves my family or friends than yes. If not, bugger off. It's not worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. If you have the chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loony side =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anti social. I have no friends. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What’s your weakest point?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality? I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. What’s the thing that you’re most proud of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. What is the one thing you regret most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;I tag Colin Ngeow, Yinyin, Jeremy, Rachel, Rianne, Amir, Natalie, Melanie, Thomas, Eric. Have fun doing this sohai thing fuckers. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-7565791195328502416?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/7565791195328502416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=7565791195328502416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/7565791195328502416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/7565791195328502416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/03/instructions-remove-one-question-from.html' title=''/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-1964125735133750959</id><published>2008-03-26T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:42:02.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring Public Relations</title><content type='html'>"Look in the mirror and ask yourself, What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                -Anonymous-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-1964125735133750959?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/1964125735133750959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=1964125735133750959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/1964125735133750959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/1964125735133750959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/03/exploring-public-relations.html' title='Exploring Public Relations'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-8979243903602175595</id><published>2008-03-12T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:09:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarang he-yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SURPRISEEEEEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176885822620313474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEzwnQzIEY/R9f-OjQKJ4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/tNCSb3IuJUo/s320/032+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR N 3 MONTHS ANNIVERSARY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby, its been 1 year n 3 months, Its our first time not celebrating anniversaries together. You're so farrr away from me, I dont feel good at all. You have no idea how much i miss you. How i wish you are here right now to celebrate this day with me ! How i wish you are here right now outside my house . I miss you holding my hands, your hugs and kisses, i miss you driving me around with your baby no2, Suzuki Swift, i miss how you surprised me with all your forever-wont-work-out plans, i miss you bringing me out for suppers, i miss the cinema twin seats, our premier class, our shopping sessions, I miss you calling me baby bii by woi eh fucker bitch and all types of vulgar words, i miss your voice, i miss your face etc. I miss everything about you darling, and i shall stop going into details and others shall be kept private. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176885826915280786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEzwnQzIEY/R9f-OzQKJ5I/AAAAAAAAACY/pZFqxRnT6ZY/s320/047+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Il be tough, dont worry about me and i cant wait for you to be back to my arms again. aww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its been an awesome 1 year and 3months, im enjoying every single moments of it bii, Thanks for everything! Every single things and sarifices you made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176885814030378866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEzwnQzIEY/R9f-ODQKJ3I/AAAAAAAAACI/6Wt5wCl5Rfk/s320/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy 1 year and 3 months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Come home soon baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muackssssss !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176885805440444258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEzwnQzIEY/R9f-NjQKJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/F3c6lgoz1A8/s320/071+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-8979243903602175595?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/8979243903602175595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=8979243903602175595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/8979243903602175595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/8979243903602175595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/03/sarang-he-yo.html' title='Sarang he-yo'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEzwnQzIEY/R9f-OjQKJ4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/tNCSb3IuJUo/s72-c/032+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260365188107018075.post-18128557517436559</id><published>2008-03-11T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:53:26.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to colin for tagging me? xD Life's a little better here, will update soon with pictures. For now, enjoy the tag. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Choose a band / artist and answer ONLY in titles of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Are you male or female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A certain shade of green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Describe yourself:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beware! Criminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do some people feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How do you feel about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Ex boyfriends/girlfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Current boyfriend/girlfriend/crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. Describe where you want to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In My Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Describe where you live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nebula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Describe how you live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damnation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you ask for if you had just one wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Share a few words of Wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Will Be a Hot Dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Any general advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make a Move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Share a favorite pickup line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are You In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. And if that one doesn't work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Kiss to Send us of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What secondary school do/did you attend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sick Sad Little World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pepsi or coke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hilikus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oil and Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say goodbye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When It Comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol... i think mine makes more sense compared to Colin's one? Not much.. but... xD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... will update soon la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing all of you.. especially you baby.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEzwnQzIEY/R9aOizQKJ1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/6tqnGaZm4zo/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEzwnQzIEY/R9aOizQKJ1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/6tqnGaZm4zo/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176481550233642834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-18128557517436559?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkEzwnQzIEY/R9aOizQKJ1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/6tqnGaZm4zo/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260365188107018075.post-6644670696364541665</id><published>2008-03-05T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:52:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10% off peak rates!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;I dig my toes into the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           I lean against the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           Pretend that I am weightless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           And in this moment I am happy...happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           I lay my head into the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           I'm counting UFO's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           I signal them with my lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           And in this moment I am happy...happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;           The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="intro"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;           Maybe I should hold with care but my hands are busy in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'd like to close my eyes and go numb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But there's a cold wind coming from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The top of the highest high rise today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Its not a breeze 'cause it blows hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yes and it wants me to discard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The humanity I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;watch the warmth blow away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So don't let the world bring you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Remember why you came and while you're alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Experience the warmth before you grow old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So do you think I should adhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To that pressing new frontier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And leave in my wake, a trail of fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Or should I hold my head up high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And throw a wrench in spokes by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Leaving the air behind me clear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So don't let the world bring you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Remember why you came and while you're alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Experience the warmth before you grow old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Before you grow old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Where did it go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-6644670696364541665?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/6644670696364541665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=6644670696364541665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/6644670696364541665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/6644670696364541665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-off-peak-rates.html' title='10% off peak rates!!!'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-7354175493090538015</id><published>2008-03-02T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:37:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halleluyah!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                “Home is Where the Heart is”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I always thought that this phrase meant that “home” could be anywhere as long as I take my heart there. Guess I was wrong. I don’t want to lie, as I’m writing this, tears are rolling down my eyes and it’s only my first night here. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my car. I miss foosball. I miss Subang. I miss the food. I miss my Baby. I miss Home. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Guess&lt;/st1:City&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ri&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was right, the ones who talks the most are the ones who hurts the most. I should’ve known better. I’m experiencing it first hand right now. Maybe because it’s the first time I’ve been away, maybe it’s just because of the unfamiliar environments, I don’t know. I just feel like shit right now. The fact that I’ve been awake for the past 2 hours since 3am just makes the icing on the cake so much sweeter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; *Post was written on the first night i was here. (25/2/08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-7354175493090538015?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/7354175493090538015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=7354175493090538015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/7354175493090538015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/7354175493090538015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/03/halleluyah.html' title='Halleluyah!!!!!'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-7077482628923685315</id><published>2008-02-24T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T03:56:19.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slide Away...</title><content type='html'>I have mixed feelings about leaving.&lt;br /&gt;At one side, i feel sad that I'm leaving, the other is void.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is aching as now i truly understand the saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                "One Must Lose Something to Truly Appreciate it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I take everything here for granted, its just that I never knew that leaving was so hard. Kudos to those who did it with no emotions. To leave behind everything at that time when I made up my mind to take the first chance to study abroad was so easy. To actually go through it to me, is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with a very dear friend recently. That really made my day. Friends can change so much in a year, but true friends will always have each other in their hearts. Distance WAS a problem, but it no longer is now. We're fucking special. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 1 year, 2 months and 11 days since you were mine, I love you so much... Thank you for everything you've done for me and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused. Just because i don't say i'm sad because i'm leaving doesnt mean i'm not. I just cant bear to say it to you... My heart is already cracking because im leaving.. to say it out to you will just break it...&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, your smile, your laugh, your voice, your kisses, your hugs, fuck your everything, i'm gonna miss them so much... I'll always be thinking about you baby... don't worry alright... I know your sad, but i'll be back soon. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, my heart hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-7077482628923685315?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/7077482628923685315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=7077482628923685315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/7077482628923685315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/7077482628923685315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/02/slide-away.html' title='Slide Away...'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-5118458103163223633</id><published>2008-01-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:54:45.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a three-fold, utopian dream</title><content type='html'>Is it me or there just isn't anymore nice things to shop around for? I've been spending the past few weeks walking in malls with the intention to splash some money and yet I leave the malls empty handed. Hmmm... someone please give me their feedback on this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year's round the corner, you can always tell when majority of the shops in malls start playing ah beng versions of traditional Chinese New Year songs. Don't you feel disgusted? For crying out loud... who the fuck wants to hear some CNY song which has a heavy bass and  a fucking fast rhythm... Imagine the song "Gong Xi Fa Cai" being played at x10 the normal speed and every 2 or 3 seconds a fucking heavy bass goes off... FUCKING CHINESE NEW YEAR LA.... PLAY THE NORMAL 1 LA PLEASE!!! FUCKING LET YOU HEAR A TECHNO VERSION OF NEGARAKU  YOU LIKE AH...&lt;br /&gt;*Ps... why must there be only techno version's of Chinese New Year songs? Why isn't there any Hari Raya techno la...? Fair abit please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's sick right now... Hope she gets better soon.... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg everyone who read this post to please pray for her to get well soon. Thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;Baby.. drink more water k... sleep more get more rest and dun so emo always k... must look after yourself please.... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"You do something to me that I can´t explain.&lt;br /&gt;So would I be out of line if i said&lt;br /&gt;I miss you."&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-5118458103163223633?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/5118458103163223633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=5118458103163223633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/5118458103163223633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/5118458103163223633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-three-fold-utopian-dream.html' title='It&apos;s a three-fold, utopian dream'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-2438979161281802255</id><published>2008-01-08T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:14:06.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Count Me In?</title><content type='html'>Thanks to some technical difficulties, this post is up a few days late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a day at home without anyone staying over. Home suddenly feels a little lonelier here without anyone of the same age to hang around with. Don't get me wrong, there's still the family, but well they're family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craze for the PS2 is back for some funny reason. Guess its most probably something we haven't really played in awhile. And what is it with the funny stares that people give me when I told them that I stopped playing DOTA because it was boring? Tiu... right hand on mouse, left hand on keyboard. Choose game title in bnet/blueserver/LAN, talk some cock in chat, game starts. Stares cock at loading screen hoping that it will load a little faster and cursing those who have a slightly slower internet speed. Some stupid chicken crows and the games starts. Host types -ap or in some cases -ar or some other extra commands. Player gets hero, if not satisfied will start pestering other players to swap with them. If ignored, player will get pissed and types -repick. Gets some other random hero, if its a hero player does not know how to play, he'll complain "Oh no! This hero I dunno play! But nvm I try, if lose dun blame me ah.." Players will start moving to lanes after receiving heroes. Around 1.35-1.40 min, a horn starts to blow and creeps start walking out. Farming starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins later -&lt;br /&gt;Player ah beng : WTF!! y no1 tel me yellow ms he fuckin bs me jst now....&lt;br /&gt;Player Cb: tiu ownself duno c ah...&lt;br /&gt;Player ah beng : nia sing, u know wat is team work&lt;br /&gt;Player Cb : team work ur lanjiao, u noob say la&lt;br /&gt;Player ah beng : fuck u i noob, i fuckin own u la k&lt;br /&gt;Player Cb : bla bla bla (*forgotten the common insults that used to plague DOTA public games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument goes on and on and on til some other player steps in and asks for a truce from both sides. Game continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 mins later - ( please note that after this little time, players have most probably click the left and right buttons on the mouse well over 500 times )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Player ah beng : come, push mid&lt;br /&gt;Player soh7: okok coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Player soh7:eh fuck la u c push push push now lose d la sohai noob&lt;br /&gt;Player ah beng: wat sohai noob u fucking noob 2 v 1 u run away go back suck ur mothers pussy la&lt;br /&gt;Player soh7 : whatever la... only know how 2 talk so much cock...&lt;br /&gt;Player ah beng : bla bla (* throws insult back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the opponent team will have most probably gotten into the base of their enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 mins later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemy team has broken all barracks. Players says gg to each other. Some will even add comments like noobz.... boring... sienz... more challenge please... go back home and suck cock la.. and etc... Most often the winning team will boast about how much money they have and how easily they got their "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GODLIKE&lt;/span&gt;" ITEMS. Losing teams tries to defend by saying they gave chance, bored, don't how to play and etc... After watching either the tree of life or the frozen throne explode, players get a review of everything including how many creeps they killed and denied. Players click end game and returns to channel. Players who lost will try to vent out their anger by joining another game and thus repeating the cycle again. Players who won will most probably do the same thing as their ego tells them that now they can win anyone, thus the cycle repeats again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that I left out the part of how the players kill each other using their heroes. I find it a very stressful thing to write about because I maybe criticized for insulting their lovely heroes. One thing is for certain, be sure to hear a boast about a kill from the opposing team or teammates. A DOTA game can't be called a DOTA game without one.&lt;br /&gt;( They're some instances where I've met players who don't boast, but they're a minority and that was in the past. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left + right click for more den 700 times in an hour, exchanging insults and getting emotional at a person who you'll never meet in your life and boasting about items and how you killed an opponents hero in a virtual game. Seems quite fun to me... maybe that's why there's still so many people out there devoting their life to this game. I wish them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;Idiots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And specially for my babi &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone... oh ya.. happy new year... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-2438979161281802255?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/2438979161281802255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=2438979161281802255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/2438979161281802255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/2438979161281802255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2008/01/will-you-count-me-in.html' title='Will You Count Me In?'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-1994204653156295058</id><published>2007-12-07T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:46:08.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Programming 101</title><content type='html'>I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To screw up at this time, when there's only one day left before the trip is not something I would expect, so try to imagine how I felt when I called the hotel to reconfirm my reservations and price only to find out that the price that I was quoted last week had risen by rm363. When I asked them why had the price rise, they replied saying that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most probably the person who gave the price quotation last week did not include the extra beds you ordered&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK LA... NOW ONLY YOU FUCKING TEL ME THAT THE PRICE QUOTED TO ME WAS WRONG? HMM WOWEE NOW I HAVE THE FUCKING JOB TO TEL EVERYONE ELSE THAT I TOLD THEM THE WRONG PRICE AND THEY EVEN HAVE TO PAY EXTRA FOR THE TRIP!!! FUCKING GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE WEI... WAT ELSE? OH YA! THE CONFIRMATION LETTERS... I CALLED YOUR HOTEL 4 FUCKING TIMES TO ASK YOU ALL FOR THE FUCKING CONFIRMATION LETTER, AND ALL YOU COULD SAY WAS "THE SERVER SHOWED THAT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;WE HAD SENT YOU&lt;/span&gt; THE CONFIRMATION LETTER." MAHAI, IF I HAD RECIEVED THE FUCKING LETTER I WOULDN'T HAD WASTED MY TIME TO CALL YOUR FUCKING HOTEL RIGHT... MOTHER FUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU BASTARDS FOR SCREWING UP AND LETTING ME TAKE THE FALL. THANK YOU OH SO FUCKING MUCH. TIUNIASING CAUCIBAI....ZZZZ ISH if only this was the only thing that happened today... i wouldn't be so pissed....zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-1994204653156295058?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/1994204653156295058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=1994204653156295058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/1994204653156295058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/1994204653156295058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-feel-like-shit.html' title='Programming 101'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-5574555356888129977</id><published>2007-12-04T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:47:34.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's A Good Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One paper's done, leaving only calculus... hate that feeling of being so near yet so far... right dereck? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering what its like being forced out of your own comfort zone by those you call your own? Not being able to do anything about it and barely being able to cope up with all the changes that comes with it. Funny thing to wonder about no? Truth is I know someone who's living this kinda life and when I try to put myself in that person's shoes, I can't imagine it. So much for having a great imagination... oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do list for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batu Panjat  &lt;-- looking forward to this.those that tried it before should know what i mean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foosball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berjudi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lepak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ambil duit dari orang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignore/Forget about the other half &lt;-- sorry but you know why la =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's a quote that I found the other day that I think would be a waste if I don't share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        "A man will give a woman a dress so he may undress her later"&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;br /&gt;    Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-5574555356888129977?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/5574555356888129977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=5574555356888129977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/5574555356888129977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/5574555356888129977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrows-good-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s A Good Day.'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-5693242842809467174</id><published>2007-12-03T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:07:55.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday brader!</title><content type='html'>To heng yew my baby... happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;give u nen nen when we're alone k =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-5693242842809467174?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/5693242842809467174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=5693242842809467174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/5693242842809467174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/5693242842809467174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-brader.html' title='Happy birthday brader!'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-4141848579530830260</id><published>2007-12-02T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T03:45:04.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold hands, slow dance while the record spins. . .</title><content type='html'>For every passing day, there is not one that i don't think about you. We've been through so much together this year that i've almost forgotten what it's like without you. For every passing day, my love grows a little deeper for you and i cant seem to see why. Oh well, no complaints. You are one in a million and im very lucky that ive found you my baby. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-4141848579530830260?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/4141848579530830260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=4141848579530830260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/4141848579530830260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/4141848579530830260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2007/12/hold-hands-slow-dance-while-record.html' title='Hold hands, slow dance while the record spins. . .'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260365188107018075.post-7365152527534356542</id><published>2007-11-28T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:06:38.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you..? =)</title><content type='html'>Finally.... thank you though i would have been better of if u had sent it to me earlier.. ah wel at least its here... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-7365152527534356542?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/7365152527534356542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=7365152527534356542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/7365152527534356542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/7365152527534356542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2007/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you..? =)'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-8765163897038482021</id><published>2007-11-27T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:36:25.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flabbergasted</title><content type='html'>Some people just can't seem to remember their responsibilities at times.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.... don't you know that the things u do actually affect some people greatly?&lt;br /&gt;Please please send that email already... the wait is literally causing me pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-8765163897038482021?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/8765163897038482021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=8765163897038482021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/8765163897038482021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/8765163897038482021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2007/11/flabbergasted.html' title='Flabbergasted'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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-4260365188107018075.post-462621390037157035</id><published>2007-11-25T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:13:03.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;First post is dedicated to my other site which i have abandoned due to technical problems... though i only spent a brief time with her, my heart stil goes with pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Good bye fishpond.. i'l mis you... &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260365188107018075-462621390037157035?l=theotherfishpond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/feeds/462621390037157035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260365188107018075&amp;postID=462621390037157035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/462621390037157035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260365188107018075/posts/default/462621390037157035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theotherfishpond.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmm.html' title='hmm....'/><author><name>sheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091287839363472927</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>
