<?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-38582025</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:24:16.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strings of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38582025.post-221722280725343717</id><published>2007-09-05T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:58:35.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead</title><content type='html'>this blog is so dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no updates,&lt;br /&gt;no hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waste of space isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;then again, i'm the only one who ever comes here anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-221722280725343717?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/221722280725343717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=221722280725343717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/221722280725343717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/221722280725343717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/09/dead.html' title='Dead'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-7665793193756051112</id><published>2007-08-09T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T02:38:11.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Singapore! Hehex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning, I learnt to think out of the box - it's no longer about myself. I don't need myself - I need you. Hehex. Time to start thinking away from myself - into your world. Why? Because I need you as much as you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first... go home soon la! Hahax...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-7665793193756051112?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/7665793193756051112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=7665793193756051112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/7665793193756051112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/7665793193756051112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/08/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-713292125910591019</id><published>2007-08-09T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:18:49.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>"[Y]et i'm glad i'm still good enough for u" really made my day. I think tt's the sweetest thing I've heard in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown up overnight I guess - all thanks to Jodi. I've learnt to put Pride down. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time to stitch back what has been opened so that the new heart stays in there permanantly. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-713292125910591019?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/713292125910591019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=713292125910591019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/713292125910591019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/713292125910591019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-4282696833035003931</id><published>2007-08-06T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:27:47.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Att C</title><content type='html'>I've never visited the MO before. But when I did so two weeks ago, I was awarded a long long stay home Att C. Dengue transended to become HMFD. I love PLC. Just hope I don't OOC now... I shall await interesting news when I book in later. Yawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously bored of army. *whines* and most of the girls are starting university tomorrow. Argh. I swear, I'll be studying with a vengence of two wasted years when I get in... Hahax. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-4282696833035003931?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/4282696833035003931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=4282696833035003931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/4282696833035003931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/4282696833035003931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/08/att-c.html' title='Att C'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-7867670778463022135</id><published>2007-07-22T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:10:04.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SISPEC</title><content type='html'>I'm getting bored of army life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like leaves with posionous red thorns&lt;br /&gt;nor allergen-carrying plants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-7867670778463022135?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/7867670778463022135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=7867670778463022135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/7867670778463022135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/7867670778463022135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/07/sispec.html' title='SISPEC'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-2171339768683245503</id><published>2007-06-25T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:33:07.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SISPEC</title><content type='html'>Each has held my hand and led me for a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a new phase dawns...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-2171339768683245503?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/2171339768683245503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=2171339768683245503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/2171339768683245503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/2171339768683245503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/06/sispec_25.html' title='SISPEC'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-124095343838578857</id><published>2007-06-18T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:58:01.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Live For</title><content type='html'>In life, there are things to live for, things to die for and things to kill for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In army, they train us to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see him, I'll kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry your weight on my back - I've always been protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing holding me back - I'll put on the veil if I have to - to hunt, to seek and to kill. You watch me. You don't know who you are dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one messes with my family, girlfriend or close friends - especially my cousins - especially the both of them. She's one of them... you've crossed the line - don't let me see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trained to kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-124095343838578857?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/124095343838578857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=124095343838578857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/124095343838578857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/124095343838578857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-to-live-for.html' title='Things To Live For'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-7267195404481200939</id><published>2007-06-10T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T03:38:49.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sia Gang</title><content type='html'>Yawnx! It's 0340h in the morning and I just finished threading beads for Kestrel. Spent the whole day discussing and shopping for games day. Too tired to go into details but SAF is a weird organization. Hehex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well... I here my bed calling out to me... but my throat hurts like cow... sleep sleep sleep! Grrrrx.... later still gotta get paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-7267195404481200939?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/7267195404481200939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=7267195404481200939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/7267195404481200939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/7267195404481200939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/06/sia-gang.html' title='Sia Gang'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-2929484439800752121</id><published>2007-06-08T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:10:40.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental</title><content type='html'>Sentimentality is man's greatest folly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to POP next Wednesday le - having mixed feelings about it. I'm looking forward to getting out of BMTC but at the same time, I know I'll miss it. Cher Li got posted to some stupid technician's camp so he won't be there to join us - quite upsetting but well, it's SAF so I'll reserve my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed 24km march not too long ago - I swear it was hell. Field pack is damn heavy but oh well... suck thumb. It'll get worst in command school. Anyway, gone this far le. Cleared BTP, SOC, IPPT, field camp and even the stupid 24km le... haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok... I should stop being emo and sound a little happier! Lalala... =) shall go catch a movie or something later to cheer myself up! Hahax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-2929484439800752121?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/2929484439800752121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=2929484439800752121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/2929484439800752121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/2929484439800752121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/06/sentimental.html' title='Sentimental'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-5092358904448079621</id><published>2007-05-21T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T09:50:31.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Confinement</title><content type='html'>Finally back from my second confinement period! I swear, Kestrel is the only company that gets confined twice. Hahax. Had field camp, hand grenade and SIT all at one shot - burnt two weekends. Yawn! Best part is that they leave you less than 24hrs of book out to wash ur laundry after that... hahax... oh well... never mind, at least the bulk of BMT is over le... now left with SOC and IPPT. I hate SOC! Hahax... Wonder if I can even clear it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all I am permitted to say is that I hate outfield training... but I think used to it le lo. Flanking your commandar is fun though... hahax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS Biz interview on wednesday.. means can book out again! and miss the stupid rifle drill lessons... hahax.. yeah yeah! but i kinda like drills lei... ah well.. hahax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - so my next week shall be planned by NS. And if I get confined on the 27th of May, I swear I'll kill Elvin. Hitting him once won't be enough. Hahax... That little ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, toodles Singapore! I'll be learning to protect You in a distant shore. Hahax...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-5092358904448079621?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/5092358904448079621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=5092358904448079621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/5092358904448079621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/5092358904448079621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/05/double-confinement.html' title='Double Confinement'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-5659278723663944862</id><published>2007-04-20T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:28:11.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>I dun like Tekong, seriously~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-5659278723663944862?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/5659278723663944862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=5659278723663944862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/5659278723663944862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/5659278723663944862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/04/national-service_20.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-36468115478723677</id><published>2007-04-13T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:13:20.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>Five more hours to NS. Hahax. Enjoying the last of X Japan's Tears now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it'll be over soon. It's part of being a Singaporean. Hehex. Serve thy nation! Lalala... ah, lose the hair first then see what comes out of it la. It'll be fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Singapore! Here I come Tekong! *somehow, ppl nv regard Tekong as part of Singapore although it actually is... hahax...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-36468115478723677?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/36468115478723677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=36468115478723677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/36468115478723677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/36468115478723677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/04/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-6073340507067940064</id><published>2007-04-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:54:24.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookworm</title><content type='html'>I'll write a book someday. I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many pages I've flipped past. Many I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write a book someday - about my life I guess. To capture the beauty of being a child. The mistakes, the high points, the success stories... the beginning and the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like books that draw out the beauty of children. A pity that few writers can do that well. A real pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make no sense in why novels for adults must involve adults - why can't they remind us of the simplicities of what life is. Childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write a book someday. I will. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'll read my days away till I'm called to serve this little country of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page by page, the days pass. A new chapter is to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-6073340507067940064?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/6073340507067940064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=6073340507067940064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/6073340507067940064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/6073340507067940064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/04/bookworm.html' title='Bookworm'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-5660065161482931405</id><published>2007-04-07T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:09:09.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>Some people just love rejection. It's either you're downright stupid or you relish the thrill of getting put down by others. Don't get it. If he's the latter, then ya, saddistic sia. Must be a firm worshipper of SM. Tsk... The boy really doesn't get it. When will he learn? When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I genuinly feel sad for him - but I don't think I wish to help anymore - let him be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-5660065161482931405?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/5660065161482931405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=5660065161482931405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/5660065161482931405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/5660065161482931405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/04/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-6103655704103045446</id><published>2007-04-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:18:23.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Music</title><content type='html'>Dark music, hear my call. Fill, consume and overwhelm. Let Chopin relive his war days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reign!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-6103655704103045446?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/6103655704103045446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=6103655704103045446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/6103655704103045446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/6103655704103045446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/04/dark-music.html' title='Dark Music'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-6099944000652086512</id><published>2007-03-28T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:09:54.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>Running, to nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the day after, stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... random. No idea what that's supposed to mean but ya, just had the weird image of a running figure in my mind. So ya, run lo. Wonder how long I can run for if I push myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End the chase, kill thy pace.&lt;br /&gt;Stop, drop and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm random. =) Well, through the curtains I shall run and see what the next scene brings. I'm sure I'll enter with a bang. Hahax. Pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, another day and year passes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-6099944000652086512?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/6099944000652086512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=6099944000652086512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/6099944000652086512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/6099944000652086512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/03/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-5230636192702194689</id><published>2007-03-20T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:25:53.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumble</title><content type='html'>And so the leaf crumbles... alongside with a shattered pane of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember this day... forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-5230636192702194689?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/5230636192702194689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=5230636192702194689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/5230636192702194689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/5230636192702194689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/03/crumble.html' title='Crumble'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-6996878129112008128</id><published>2007-03-13T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:23:15.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dried Leaf</title><content type='html'>Like a dried leaf, we crumble one day. Eventually, we disintegrate to dust. What's left is but that faint line of rememberance otherwise known as memory. There is a time for everything - to come, to go... There is a time to live and to die... And well, I guess now's the time I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not blog about the whole matter - it pains me. I've never lost any one this close... never... again, it's just that very moment when the meter goes flat... that very moment... how will I react? We know it's not long now.. we know. Just when? Tonight, tomorrow or maybe the day after. No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are mixed. To go in peace or to hold on. We don't want you to go but we know you're in pain. To love, to let go? Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University applications are one headache - I've gotta give more thought to it before applying - I need time to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, sleep. And may it be sweet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-6996878129112008128?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/6996878129112008128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=6996878129112008128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/6996878129112008128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/6996878129112008128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/03/dried-leaf.html' title='Dried Leaf'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-7817271111232692481</id><published>2007-03-07T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:25:14.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts - Relationships' "Space" Element</title><content type='html'>Inspiration does strike you once in a while when you're in the toilet. Somehow it does. Rationale behind it? Well, I guess it's like one of the few rare moments that you do get some time off to yourself to think - who in the right mind would follow you into the toilet while you are bathing or shitting eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a random thought just struck me - strangely enough, about Relationships. I told you it was random. Yea. The issue of like giving each other "space" as some call it - books emphasis on the importance of it all but well, think I finally understand what it means and the reason behind it. Well, put simply, relationships turn sour and become a childish game of possession most of the time - it feels good to control someone else. It's a hard fact. Well, if we become overly obsessed with that fetish, then is not a relationship all about a game? Who can control who more? It turns childish - and we don't like to lose so ya, there you have it, a break-up. Space is not only for oneself but well, for the whole relationship I guess - you need time off to reflect, true - but so do you need to exercise maturity and trust in allowing the other party to roam ard a little. This way, we keep ourselves in check that we aren't engaging in a senseless game of power and control - it's more of just really enjoying each other's company and knowing that the other party is there to support you in times of need. Ya. Space is important thusfar, as mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... as I said, random - no implications ya? =) But ya, if I were ever to write a thesis on things like this, I need a hell not more of meat - but then again, somethings are really best not fully torn apart and understood - somethings, like music, are just meant to be enjoyed. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! That's all for today! Finished one project at work today - two more to go... and well, probably another two wks of &lt;strong&gt;PAID &lt;/strong&gt;OT-ing... hahax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night world! Today becomes tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-7817271111232692481?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/7817271111232692481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=7817271111232692481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/7817271111232692481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/7817271111232692481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-thoughts-relationships-space.html' title='Random Thoughts - Relationships&apos; &quot;Space&quot; Element'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-249472189612603779</id><published>2007-02-28T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:05:32.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Blogging - an open expression of those complex matters of the contriet heart and mind. Be it one's inner most fear, desire or pain - blogging. That's what I'm doing now... I think... finding a way to let it all out - to express - to proclaim - to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to end - fast. Just take, look and go. I see no need for those long speeches - they never mean it anyway - "good job" or "you've done your best" ; "don't worry" or "it's alright" - phony! After almost 19 years, you can decern that "I-told-you-so" face or attitude. "Pity" still is the last thing I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduced to a mere sheet of paper. Remember Terrance Goh telling me that 3 years ago - there's education for you. I'm not saying that it's wrong but well, I'll find out soon - whatever those papers read. No one may judge me but myself on this. No one. I define success - I define failure. I define.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been hard at work considering all various permutations of the senarios that may occur - ABBC, BBBC, BBCC, BCDD, BCDE, CCDE, CDDE and even CDEO. Haven't tried the Fs yet. Don't wish too. Now, what did I miss out? Permuations. Interesting ain't they. They decide your future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how I'll possibly "take-what-comes". It's like starting at yourself in the mirror and saying "I shall not fear Fear." Ghost Rider, ya. Possible. Impossible. Perhaps. Take what comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Negative or positive. Ah! Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that blow... that one blow that I can't anticipate. The moment Cheng hands me my destiny. His face... his voice. I don't wanna see or hear. Take and go. I can't anticipate - I can't visualise. Dreams - idealised - I hope not... Don't think so ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks - second by second - eventually it'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it come. I've seen enough I guess... just one more step. Just one more. And you're not alone this time. Let it all go. Let it all go. Let it all go. Let go. Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God - help. You see through the confusion. You know what I don't. You know. Show me and guard me. Be there as You always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment. That very moment. Hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it has been written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it all go - gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-249472189612603779?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/249472189612603779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=249472189612603779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/249472189612603779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/249472189612603779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/02/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-8283475632298752482</id><published>2007-02-27T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:08:07.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months</title><content type='html'>At midnight's strike,&lt;br /&gt;The shadows fade.&lt;br /&gt;A baby birthed,&lt;br /&gt;My life begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumble within a lonesome child&lt;br /&gt;Hurdled up from the fiercesome storm.&lt;br /&gt;Sheltered from weather, gaurded from fire.&lt;br /&gt;Baby's crib unwoobled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow child - steady now,&lt;br /&gt;First steps are meant to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;But once you go don't look back,&lt;br /&gt;Move on and let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grew.&lt;br /&gt;You swam.&lt;br /&gt;You slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew.&lt;br /&gt;I sat.&lt;br /&gt;I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew.&lt;br /&gt;We loved.&lt;br /&gt;We slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Months - and so it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life's love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-8283475632298752482?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/8283475632298752482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=8283475632298752482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/8283475632298752482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/8283475632298752482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/02/9-months.html' title='9 Months'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-2512968268203368918</id><published>2007-02-12T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:44:45.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>Bowling...  Won Samuel Poh in two consecutive games although I've gotta admit that that kid's not bad at the sport. Finally, something that he's good at. =) Well, scorechart read 96, 96 with the kids for me. With Jiexin, it was 102, 72. Hahax. Guess I got tired in the end. Hehex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... spent one half of the day with my kids and the other half with jiexin. Watched Kiss Me Again... Meaningful show. Hehex. The complexities of love - what can be given and what may not. Heavily ironic plot - knowledge and understanding versus love. Love is somehow possessive - there are unspoken rules in place - don't bother understanding it because it can't. Well, come to think of it, that's exactly what I shared with my kids earlier in the day. Coincidence? Guess not. =) Love, undefined, should be the way it is. It's too complicated for a mortal to understand anyway. Hehex. It's just an action to be relished and treasured... remembered at times... grown and nurtured at others. Love. Hmmm... it's the little things and well, accomodation. Cross reference to the quintessential example of Jesus? Ya... guess what that it is. Remembering the little things and when it seems like it's failing, call upon those memories. Hmmm.. Ya. Knowing and understanding... remembering.. treasuring. Uhuh. Communication ain't all - but the personal effort to keep oneself in check and well, also ensuring that your spouse or partner is supported. Mutual support. Uhuh. Ok.. random. =) Love ain't meant to be defined or explained. It's too complicated. Leave God to that task...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... besides all of the above, I'm currently trying to learn to play and sing Ju Hua Tai. Meow... I suck at chinese so ya, it's a challenge.. for me and my dear jiexin who's gonna have to patiently and desperately teach me the song. Hahax. =) I will practice. I will, I will! Hehex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now.. SLEEP! Gotta go work later! Hahax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world, I'm off to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-2512968268203368918?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/2512968268203368918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=2512968268203368918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/2512968268203368918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/2512968268203368918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/02/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-117103997438860386</id><published>2007-02-10T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:52:54.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearted Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hearted Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down-throddened, delated, disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;A heart that worries in pain&lt;br /&gt;Of what the next sunrise may bring.&lt;br /&gt;A soul that yearns but never&lt;br /&gt;May receive the satisfaction that it needs.&lt;br /&gt;Broken, lost, desolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strained strings play its final&lt;br /&gt;Melencholic song.&lt;br /&gt;Stretched strings cry to this&lt;br /&gt;Worryig melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who shapes the music?&lt;br /&gt;The player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who defines the music?&lt;br /&gt;The critic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who develops the music?&lt;br /&gt;The conductor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who appreciates the music?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results from&lt;br /&gt;Others.&lt;br /&gt;Others shape&lt;br /&gt;Results.&lt;br /&gt;Each step,&lt;br /&gt;A path.&lt;br /&gt;Each choice,&lt;br /&gt;A seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yor choice&lt;br /&gt;To grade me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-117103997438860386?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/117103997438860386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=117103997438860386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/117103997438860386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/117103997438860386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/02/hearted-words.html' title='Hearted Words'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-117069652297905694</id><published>2007-02-06T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:30:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Spent the whole day with Jiexin today... took leave off from work to slack together. Hahax. Initially wanted to go to school to help StAJe but well, think something happened at the eleventh hour so rehearsal was disrupted. So ya, stayed home and played GTA while she dozed away on Yang's bed. Hahax. Ok.. that was the morning la... Went to Bridge Road to get some of her earring stuff - little metal thingys and eh, butterflies? Hahax. Well, I think I'm finally understanding why God didn't make me a girl. Hahax. Never appreciated these things. But well, it was an educational trip - people who sell earrings make a hell lot of profits! You can actually get a bag of 100 genuine crystals for eh, S$9? That's like the price of a normal earring that you see at the shops lo. Hahax. Talk about a total rip off. Hahax. I'm thankful for the resourceful girlfriend I have. Hehex. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmx... we took a slow walk to Bugis after the accessory shopping in seach of food. Food oh glorious food... hahax. I was craving for Katong Laksa so ya, was sturbbon and insisted that we eat Katong Laksa and ONLY Katong Laksa. Hehex. So we walked and we walked until we got to like Sim Lim Square there. Saw this Dizi player selling Dizi. Somehow, we both just walked over to him and eh, watched him play and show off lo. Haha. Then he passed me a flute to try... right... Jun Kai is pretty rusty with flutes... let alone a Dizi? Hahax. Fooled around a bit with the instruments and got a free lesson from him on how to handle and play a Dizi. Hehex. Slowly, I &lt;s&gt;feel&lt;/s&gt; fell in love with the chinese instrument... haha.. nice guy la. =) and well, I do have to admit that I kinda miss playing the flute - but eh, try something new ba... dizi. =) we asked how much the flute cost before walking off for our dinner. Stomach was growling already so ya, didn't want to torture ourselves and further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about the Dizi guy over dinner then well, went back to look for him. Played around with the flutes a little more and guess what... Jiexin bought me one! Hahax. I love her... hahax... sweet! And it wasn't exactly cheap la... so ya, nice! Hahax. I love instruments... let alone a flute from her? Hahax. I'm so gonna learn to perform with it.. hahax. =) Happy! Bought her a "dunno-the-name" from the uncle too so that she could play around with it. Supposed to be like lucky so eh, why not? Hehex. Ah... I got a nice nice dizi now.. very happy.. hehex... Oh ya! The uncle said that I'm at least a grade three or four for dizi... haha... wonder how he could tell from my rubbish fiddling. Hahax. Wasn't even playing? Hahax... Ok.. he's a nice guy so I shaln't trust him too much on the grading thingy. =) Mmmmx.. we attracted a lot of people for him though... I was like playing and playing then got a lot of people gathered around. Hahax. Reminds me of the good old performing days... Hahax. But well, it's better now la. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to her house after the long shopping and walking trip. Helped her repack her beads... tough job.. another reason why I'm not a girl. Tiny tiny beads that are mixed up are like super hard to sort... got what different size, different colour, different design.. different everything? Hahax. Then got messed up so slowly help her sort lo. Hahax. She terms such an activity as 'sorting the beads game'. Hahax. Interesting way to add fun to such a tedious and straineous task? Hahax. Well, I helped nevertheless... Bead by bead... hahax... quite fun i guess. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at about 11:30PM and packed my &lt;s&gt;cardboard&lt;/s&gt; cupboard. Cleared out all the unwanted CDs and dust. Found several empty CD cases too - wonder where all the CDs went too. Hahax. Made space for my flute and the new dizi. Hahax. They're happily resting together in a spacious corner in the cardboard now. Hahax. Lucky them. Hehex... and lucky me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... I wonder when I'll be starting work - Jovyn better call me soon - stay at home will get bored and grow mould de. Hehex. Going to help StAJe tomorrow (or rather later today) so guess I better get some sleep now. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited by: ME!!!~ =) (1328hr, 06/02/07)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-117069652297905694?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/117069652297905694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=117069652297905694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/117069652297905694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/117069652297905694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-116973527546451919</id><published>2007-01-25T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:27:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>We got another two COs at work today! Looks like my team is doing better everyday! Five done, fourty five more to go - I think Cyruss can start planning on how to ever-so dramatically pull the plug. For me, and I guess both Joyvn and Seah too, it's "pull then pull lo, we see how you die after that.." Ah well... we'll just do our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Poh for dinner - chatted what I would say a pretty fulfilling yet unfilfilling chat - got to know him better but at the same time, did not understand him better. Feel that he's hiding smth but well, guess he's not ready to share - complicated guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home from Balestire (however you spell the name) after I was done sending him home. I enjoyed the walk. Alone. Quiet. Had time to myself at last. Watch the cars go by. Hear the wind sing once again. I didn't think about anything for once - the mind was at a state of "free". Surreal. Given our life styles, simply surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Boon Keng, I wanted to skip a traffic light junction so ended up in the HDB flats. Got a little lost then realised I was walking towards von's house. Haha. I just walked - kinda like a rewinding tape to me - don't ask me why the example but ya, just came to me. So ya, walked past her house then carried on walking. Then suddenly, bumped into her. Haha. Not only is Singapore too small, we've got too little time to play around with also. Hehex. Permutate the minutes and the seconds and well, paths just cross. Interesting. Said hi, chatted a few sentences and walked on. *end of rewind and now, forward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walked home after that. Chatted on the phone with Jiexin until Kovan. Took Approx. 1.5hrs to get home from Poh's house. Not bad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. feel like crashing now. Brain feels very heavy after the long walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eternal memory engulfed by night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet thy soul still stands to fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truth be told and paths forebode,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's mysteries come afloat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know thy servant, know thy knight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know thy master, know thy slave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know thee, knowst not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So blood pulse banging breaks thy walls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of laughter and drowns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fight - will thee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consume me till surfiet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Enough, no more" great Shakespeare cries,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tis now not as sweet as before" thy Duke replies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lear's folly, Lucio's lust,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Macbeth's hate and Otthelo's wrath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come to it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come from it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come away from it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thy knowst not, soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind or body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thy knowst not,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Folly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anybody will understand that. Well.. means a lot to me though. Been quite sometime since I wrote something like that. Roaw. Ok.. sleep... moody le.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-116973527546451919?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/116973527546451919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=116973527546451919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116973527546451919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116973527546451919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/01/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-116956146593633529</id><published>2007-01-23T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:11:05.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Years Old Boy</title><content type='html'>Today was a tiring day but I shaln't go into the details. Too tiring to do so. Let's just say that we showed the MD of Financial Insights that an 18 year old Singaporean has enough capacity to whip his bloody ass to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I find myself getting more sensitive to the melodramatic elements of life. Perhaps I've been reading too much - everything seems to eh, fake to me. And ya, it makes me kinda cold and harsh I guess. But really, grow up? Hahax. Ok, I know I'm very childish myself but I guess that people need to think more and stop procrastinating over things la. Sabby's right in the sense that life ain't all about what you make it out to be ba. Ultimately, you make whatever it is in life work for you and not vice-versa. Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of doing philosophy in university. Wonder if I can get in... hahax... or well, will spelling affect my performance in the field? Hahax. Ok! Random! Lalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I want some time off from the stupid whirlpool of the Singapore lifestyle. I want time to myself and well, time with my girlfriend! Hahax! I think I'm neglecting her and myself... hahax... and maybe us.. Ah! Ok! When's the next public holiday? Hahax. There seems to be an absence of it in 2007. Crap! Hahax. Ok, next thing to do instead of stone in the office - find time. Hahax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-116956146593633529?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/116956146593633529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=116956146593633529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116956146593633529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116956146593633529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/01/18-years-old-boy.html' title='18 Years Old Boy'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-116896466957556574</id><published>2007-01-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:24:29.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>It's pretty interesting how you open up your blog and go "eh! I don't remember blogging this entry lei.." then realise duh, you did not! Hahax. But well, I don't mind la. But this doesn't mean any dodo can access my blog to blog horx. Hahax. Only ya.. one person I guess... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work today was tiring as usual. We had one confirm order at last. At long last. But then again, it's ONE. Joyve said it's the process of breaking the shell.. I'd say yes, break the shell.. the shell of further misery.. now how are we supposed to scrap this projecct? Ah well... I'm just an employee... I do what they ask me too - it's quite nice this way I guess... carefree in that sense - army training I guess - say what, do what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point aside, I've always loved music and still do. Was listening to the radio on the way to work and yea, heard that different people have different likings towards the expression of love. I guess mine is through music. Hahax. And what more is performing the art together for a specific purpose... a purpose that means something. Hahax. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... another grueling day awaits.. yawn.. better catch some sleep if not i'll be grumpy during work.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-116896466957556574?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/116896466957556574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=116896466957556574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116896466957556574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116896466957556574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-116893557882884617</id><published>2007-01-16T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:19:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The reason why we often read nice-looking sentences in itialics, thinking that they're some famous individual's quote, is that they are made to look special. And if you think about it, this particular set of itialicised words are kind of lame."T. Y. Foong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i admit, i stole it from someone else's blog .. ok, and i think i shldnt be here either..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well.. it's either u're behaving weird, i'm thinking weird, we're both having moodswings, or we still have a wall between us.. rusted tins shld be kept closed, but somehow i just have this thing about opening them over and over again until, well, it's not quite as rusted shut as it shld be.. nvm.. i guess it's just me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-116893557882884617?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/116893557882884617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=116893557882884617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116893557882884617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116893557882884617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/01/reason-why-we-often-read-nice-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-116879355939548676</id><published>2007-01-15T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:53:51.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unburdened</title><content type='html'>Woke up early today. Paced the house several times before the brain started working. Almost wanted to turn to Worms again but went to the piano instead. Think I woke Grandma up with my playing but that's not the point. Guess nothing is. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*time shift*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking on my way home what Shakespeare really meant when he wrote in King Lear "so that unburdened, we may crawl to death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unburdened. I doubt I'm at that state now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confused. I'm clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that I'll never vocalize. Too proud to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic that you understand yourself but still don't wish to correct those vices and faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sturbbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*time shift*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late. Got to work tomorrow. Time to sleep. Mood swings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vortex of thoughts - let them rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-116879355939548676?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/116879355939548676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=116879355939548676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116879355939548676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116879355939548676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/01/unburdened.html' title='Unburdened'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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-38582025.post-116871145842699945</id><published>2007-01-14T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:04:18.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>I've taken a sudden liking to playing Worms on my phone. I guess boredom does have weird effects on human preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been increasingly cold over the past few days. Rain, rain, rain and more rain. Although I'd say that the slightly lower temperature is generally well received on an individual basis, the constant rain really ain't pleasant. Everything seems so melencholic with the endless downpour. Rain rain, go away, come again another day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, rain or not, I'm going to make sure I rest and play enough this weekend because the week ahead is going to be a busy one. Assuming that the network is up on Monday, work's going to start coming in like crazy. Hopefully can close a few deals with Phillipines and Malaysia. Singapore and Indonesia I guess still have time... those that will be interested in the seminar are probably rich enough to afford it anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Financial Insights really ought to do their homework before organizing such seminars. Who the hell would choose to hold a banking seminar in March when most banks will be busy tidying up for the closing up of the fiscal year. What's more, given the failure of the past year's seminar, what makes them think they can market the event any better this year with the same unreasonable pricing. Stupid Australians. I guess Seah was right to condemn them from the start. Think they can start giving out free tickets again. Maybe I'll get one ticket if I'm lucky - for trying to help them to get rid of their almost impossible to sell tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small cell's coming over to my house in a while. I better get to bed soon and dream about what the day ahead is going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! I composed a song in my sleep last night. It shall be called Twinkle Medley. Will fine-tune it when I'm free. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Off to bed I go - off to melt into the coldness of night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38582025-116871145842699945?l=string-defined.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/feeds/116871145842699945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38582025&amp;postID=116871145842699945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116871145842699945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38582025/posts/default/116871145842699945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://string-defined.blogspot.com/2007/01/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074809451349620781</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>
