<?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-9334945</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:29:35.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers In The Morning</title><subtitle type='html'>I found you here, now please just stay for a while 
I can move on with you around. 
I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116870606041603523</id><published>2007-01-14T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:34:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i got my pair of Swear Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;yeeeaaappp!!  was crazy about it last night, and sms my dad if i'm able to get it&lt;br /&gt;as my early birthday present, and he said a yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9am today, morning called ryhan, &amp;&amp;amp; changed went over to his house.&lt;br /&gt;and after tt we cabbed over to Haw Par Centre, and there sure was alot of other&lt;br /&gt;people auditioning for some Malay show. and i had to wait in the pantry, some lousy&lt;br /&gt;old place, till Yan came over. saw T-Ja too, she was also auditioning for the role.&lt;br /&gt;and after that, cabbed over to Peninsula, went lookin for Hoodies for Ryhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay some shopes do have stocks. but they sure are DUSTY stocks. like once you open em up&lt;br /&gt;and wear it, the dusts stick onto your clothes type. that is bad for health, real bad for health.&lt;br /&gt;anyways he got a hoody &amp; a tshirt for $80 bucks at some uncle shop.&lt;br /&gt;but then, us 3 were feeling awkward with our clothings, so cabbed home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to home, changed, went out to town to get my shoes, and i told trinette i'll meet her up.&lt;br /&gt;but then salim called and said if i wanan go clubbing, so i was like confused and all, and canceled meeting trinette, went BACK home, changed and waited for ryhan's cab to town.&lt;br /&gt;and instead of clubbing, all decided to watch The Cicak Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a malay comedy movie, but end up i went home instead.&lt;br /&gt;was toooooo tired. out home out home out&lt;br /&gt;so for tmr.. guess i gotta be heading over to JP to get my pay&lt;br /&gt;then to town to meet seraphy~&lt;br /&gt;then to get some tops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to finish up the report asap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116870606041603523?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116870606041603523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116870606041603523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116870606041603523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116870606041603523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-i-got-my-pair-of-swear-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116845106434848804</id><published>2007-01-11T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:44:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would wanna buy you a castle build in the air,&lt;br /&gt;filled with lush gardens &amp; skyboats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually like what im going thru now,&lt;br /&gt;go school, laugh &amp; bitch with classmates&lt;br /&gt;go work, laugh &amp;amp; talk with friends&lt;br /&gt;go out, chill &amp; slack with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beep! there's a message &amp;amp; i like messaging with her cus she's so silly.&lt;br /&gt;i like it all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116845106434848804?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116845106434848804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116845106434848804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116845106434848804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116845106434848804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-would-wanna-buy-you-castle-build-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116792062223942096</id><published>2007-01-04T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:27:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with ryhan &amp; hansel to T.. Couture.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot  the name of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's some famous hair salon that styles for those suria, mediacorp artists.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld get my hair done there next time.&lt;br /&gt;hehhh.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to arab street.&lt;br /&gt;then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then now im stressing about FYP report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116792062223942096?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116792062223942096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116792062223942096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116792062223942096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116792062223942096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-out-with-ryhan-hansel-to-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116754186179038586</id><published>2006-12-31T13:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T13:18:25.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Year Resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get Good Grades For Studies.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make Parents Gimme More Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;3. Prepare for NS, Exercise exercise exercise!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Improve Guitar Playing &amp; Singing. So I can melt Pei Yi's Heart. (HA!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Improve My Photography.&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish Writing &amp; Tuning Broken Hearts &amp;amp; Violins.&lt;br /&gt;7. Work Hard to Reach Either Of My Future Goals, - Modelling - TJ - Actor - Some Job to do with Animals.&lt;br /&gt;8. Finish My FYP Report.&lt;br /&gt;9. Get New Belt, Cap, Tops, Jeans &amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;amp;.. use $75 Ed Hardy/SKIN Voucher.&lt;br /&gt;10. GET A DOG LIKE DOGBERT OR AN IGUANA LIKE QUINCY (VERY IMPT GOAL IN LIFE)&lt;br /&gt;11. Work Part-Time. ( Accomplished. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116754186179038586?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116754186179038586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116754186179038586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116754186179038586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116754186179038586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-resolutions-1_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116744859329904212</id><published>2006-12-30T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:16:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sugizo ft Bice - Rest in Peace &amp; Fly Away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cry, and awaken Fly Away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you, as if time were frozen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;withing for wounds, even for poisons but now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just a little) You showed me the way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just a little) I can see the path&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please remember my voice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday, listen to my singing, okay? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I'm alright now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't shut me out twice because we're always walking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cry, and awaken Fly Away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just a little) I can live apart from you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just a little) I can see courage &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please abandon my sins &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday, give me forgiveness for the pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I'm alright now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't shut me out because we're always walking on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if we part far away, I'll still always love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because someday we'll meet once more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly, and awaken Fly Away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's our future, so flap your wings and Fly Away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now i know what it really means, because it relates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;each &amp; everyline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;offfff to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; tong, sootee &amp;amp; tuck(i dont know how to spell your name!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have a safe trip back! see you 3 in spore soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116744859329904212?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116744859329904212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116744859329904212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116744859329904212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116744859329904212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/12/sugizo-ft-bice-rest-in-peace-tucki.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116740610760596113</id><published>2006-12-29T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:28:27.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know we meet almost like only once or twice a month&lt;br /&gt;and your always filled with your activities, friends and events.&lt;br /&gt;we're always so busy and somehow its hard for us to meet often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and over msn, even thou we chat occasionally, you'll always&lt;br /&gt;stop replying me after a period of time. and after that.. thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everytime we meet, we always hug each other, holding each other&lt;br /&gt;while watching movies, we're always having fun with each&lt;br /&gt;other's company. i'll honestly tell you, i love what we do, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you seem to think im just another guy who does this to all the girls&lt;br /&gt;and its normal to me. its not. it never was with you. everytime we meet up,&lt;br /&gt;my feelings just comes back to you and its just you. i know its all just words and&lt;br /&gt;maybe somehow i'll get over this matter in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, im feeling the ache in my heart. something just yearns in me to be with&lt;br /&gt;you. i wish i could live in denial forever and that would just satisfy my life. but still&lt;br /&gt;reality hits me back again. and its really that painful not knowing how its all gonna&lt;br /&gt;end up. my insecurities can kill me in an instant. but still, i was there to subside your&lt;br /&gt;problems and tell you everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the absurd painful feelings just drives me crazy enough.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i'll still sing the song i promised you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116740610760596113?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116740610760596113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116740610760596113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116740610760596113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116740610760596113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-we-meet-almost-like-only-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116706602601007382</id><published>2006-12-26T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:00:26.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt really had a great christmas at all this year.&lt;br /&gt;spent both of the days at home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; im starting to wondering many little things&lt;br /&gt;like, like... i dont know just makes me feel bad sometimes most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, no point being so down or whatever!&lt;br /&gt;still i wanna cont with the song&lt;br /&gt;still very incomplete thou.. my guitar just broke its last string (again)&lt;br /&gt;and i've yet to restring it.&lt;br /&gt;so here goes the incomplete version of Broken Hearts &amp; Violins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken Hearts &amp; Violins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there was us in this picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;framed in sharp wooden splinters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slowly, they broke apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you were there to make things right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it won't just be the same old you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if we've faded and gone our ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if your heart has decided there's no more room for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll still be at our same old favourite place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just waiting, cus your still the one that makes me move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"but there's always a rainbow at the end of the line."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats what you said, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well this rainbow's lost its colours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its all just different shades of grey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; ever since you set sailed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i got left is our memories drifting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;senselessly over this ocean's horizon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so even if we've faded and gone our ways&lt;br /&gt;if your heart has decided there's no more room for me&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be at our same old favourite place&lt;br /&gt;just waiting, cus your still the one that makes me move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if we've faded and gone our ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll still be at that same old place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if you're smiling with him right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you still remind me of a beautiful melody we once played&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if we've faded and gone our ways..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if we've faded and gone our ways......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i get my guitar restrung, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i hope i get a better christmas next year.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116706602601007382?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116667592414595797</id><published>2006-12-21T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:38:44.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kitty's back from Tokyo n Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;so, went to town to find her and shopped around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shes gonna fly back for another 2 months to Taiwan again.&lt;br /&gt;okay its another long period and surely, things are gonna change alot&lt;br /&gt;within the 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could just fly back and forget Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;forget what life is like here, it'll be so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116654562761107670</id><published>2006-12-19T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:27:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Broken Hearts &amp; Violins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was us in this picture&lt;br /&gt;framed in wooden splinters&lt;br /&gt;slowly, they broke apart&lt;br /&gt;if you were there to make things right&lt;br /&gt;it won't just be the same old you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if we've faded and gone our ways&lt;br /&gt;if your heart has decided there's no more room for me&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be at our same old favourite place&lt;br /&gt;just waiting, cus your still the one that makes me move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still i live my life like how we all do&lt;br /&gt;daily routines and chores like its all the same&lt;br /&gt;do you ever stop for a  moment&lt;br /&gt;to think about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if we've faded and gone our ways&lt;br /&gt;if your heart has decided there's no more room for me&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be at our same old favourite place&lt;br /&gt;just waiting, cus your still the one that makes me move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl your the one im crazy about..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be cont.&lt;br /&gt;i've run out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;into more pieces my heart was made of.&lt;br /&gt;being with you makes my brain quiet.&lt;br /&gt;together and quietly. out loud and silently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alicia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116654562761107670?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116606531279043420</id><published>2006-12-14T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:01:52.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got in Pes A.&lt;br /&gt;hehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the medical checkup didnt really took that long, not like the morning batch, there were way lesser people, and the checkups were fast, just a few secs and its done.&lt;br /&gt;but then.. if my eyesight was Pes D, why i got into Pes A??!!&lt;br /&gt;nvm, NS!!&lt;br /&gt;reaching june then i'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now,&lt;br /&gt;I got new specs, Oakley.&lt;br /&gt;actually there was this Prada frame too, way cheaper in total cost&lt;br /&gt;but then my parents wanted me to get something that lasts longer for like..&lt;br /&gt;till i end my NS. and Prada didnt have any warranty, so just in case if i did anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i still warranty to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - 10 more days till it comes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, went out to sim lim tower with G-mok, Zal, Kim.&lt;br /&gt;5million Rupiah = SGD $845.&lt;br /&gt;first to do Mok's project at the shop. just assembling one small board costs $100.&lt;br /&gt;same same as my project. after that, towards far east for dinner at Nana Thai.&lt;br /&gt;and finally just lepak.&lt;br /&gt;got home to rush on FYP presentation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is my presentation, so what mira alia told me about its like hell,&lt;br /&gt;hell awaits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116606531279043420?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116576482987388771</id><published>2006-12-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:33:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was bored, nothing to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;so decided to take some pictures in my room.&lt;br /&gt;both my watch, and my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7905/673/320/676372/DSC04596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My watch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7905/673/320/537504/DSC04568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Guitar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yes im really bored. and i cant wait to get my hands on FF 12 tmr. please let it be 100% good working condition without any errors in FMV or game scenes.. and please let it be NTSC U/C version. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i cant have Japan or Pal. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116576482987388771?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116576482987388771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116576482987388771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116575254928668412?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116575254928668412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116575254928668412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116575254928668412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116575254928668412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-remember-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116572113809402584</id><published>2006-12-10T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:25:38.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suppose to go town ytd but end up at JP with animal farm.&lt;br /&gt;and Ryhan said "my emotions cost me $400 bucks",&lt;br /&gt;tt was the line of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta finish up my progress report by today!&lt;br /&gt;promised cuimin tt i'll finish it up by friday.... BUT&lt;br /&gt;its sunday now. =&lt;br /&gt;so for today..... finish up report, might be going esplanade&lt;br /&gt;after that.. remind demin for FF 12.&lt;br /&gt;i've been dying to play that game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116572113809402584?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116572113809402584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116572113809402584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116572113809402584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116572113809402584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/12/suppose-to-go-town-ytd-but-end-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116548179341302767</id><published>2006-12-07T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:56:33.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got 90 for my lab test.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i was gonna flunk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan's going in NS tmr, going out to town with animal farm&lt;br /&gt;so called "farewell" to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my medical booking reminder just came from the mail.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116548179341302767?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116548179341302767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116548179341302767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116548179341302767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116548179341302767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-90-for-my-lab-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116541617111860315</id><published>2006-12-06T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:42:51.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have links to other blogs..&lt;br /&gt;i lost all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehhh..&lt;br /&gt;so tell me your add and i'll add you up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116541617111860315?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116541617111860315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116541617111860315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116541617111860315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116541617111860315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-yeahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116541498403664582</id><published>2006-12-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:23:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished skinning this page!&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to stop blogging already but then,&lt;br /&gt;ytd night was talking with colleen and then she somehow gave me&lt;br /&gt;some motivation to start back blogging all over again.&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting, i gotta do a sweet sweet blog as said, for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like thinking of names for my blog all thru till 2am plus.&lt;br /&gt;failed names were....&lt;br /&gt;colleen4ever.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;heARt-HearT-collEeN.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;cool-clive.blogpsot.com&lt;br /&gt;perfect-nobody.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&amp; many more which i've forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.. colleen is more on the sweet side (as stated by her) so thinking&lt;br /&gt;of a cool name is not in her strong points.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i wanted second heartbeat for a long time for my blog&lt;br /&gt;but then its been used up, and tt guy didn't even update!!&lt;br /&gt;sth similar to me. hehhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just thought up of "Whispers In The Morning"&lt;br /&gt;its actually a song by Glory Nights, and she said it was spooky at first&lt;br /&gt;till she listened to it. =D&lt;br /&gt;its an uber nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started thinking of designs for this blog ytd night and was browsing thru pictures&lt;br /&gt;how to place them and all the design stuffs... came up with something unreal first,&lt;br /&gt;all the blood spatter macabre but then, its too messy,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted simple n nice &amp; meaningful (somehow),&lt;br /&gt;i designed this with help from claudia too!&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Today, went to Haw Par Villa for filming for MMSP.&lt;br /&gt;okay its was HOT n SUNNY there. esp after it rained and weather wasn't very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;its actually very near from bouna vista, we were taking videos here n there.&lt;br /&gt;and paid $1 for the ticket to hell. i thought it was suppose to be 18 Levels of Hell,&lt;br /&gt;or is it 10 Levels????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i tried going thru it alone, but chickened out at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;so i went in with alia instead, 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;after all that, went down to Little India to help Demin &amp; Daphne for their project.&lt;br /&gt;Walked here n there n there n somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;After that just rested at some foodstall and went off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now........&lt;br /&gt;cui min is asking me to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116541498403664582?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116541498403664582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116541498403664582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116541498403664582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/116541498403664582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-finished-skinning-this-page.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-116296608777543369</id><published>2006-11-08T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:08:07.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah im redo-ing my blog all over again.&lt;br /&gt;its really boring at home when all you do is stare at the com and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just blog things out, just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;lets see.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a call from david, some good news coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with classmates to fish n co ytd, just had the normal&lt;br /&gt;fish n chips, its really way too normal foods there!&lt;br /&gt;rather go arab street eat better foods, way cheaper too.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt they do birthday service there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just came back home, don't feel like having much stuffs on&lt;br /&gt;during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for today, just plan on meeting up with valerie at late evening.&lt;br /&gt;sit down talk talk talk. thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;known her for like so many years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways im damn hungry now, and there isnt much food ard the house&lt;br /&gt;plus im lazy to go downstairs buy stuff. everyday is a lazy day, just gotta&lt;br /&gt;start studying ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;next week is already MST, thou only 2 papers. Voice IP n Multimedia Signal&lt;br /&gt;okok, gotta study sooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and currently learning Feur Elise for guitar, first parts all seems easy, just normal&lt;br /&gt;plucking and stuffs, till the middle part starts, thats where things gets tough.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to try with Canon in D at first but then, save for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-116296608777543369?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/116296608777543369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=116296608777543369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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long since i felt this way..&lt;br /&gt;either the past ppl i almost liked, sth was blockin me from going all the way.&lt;br /&gt;or i just felt weird when im out with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but your different. when im out with you, i dont feel the sense of covering up&lt;br /&gt;i just let things go with the flow without worries, and thats IMPT.&lt;br /&gt;[ like how you say slping is =p ]&lt;br /&gt;i could just talk whatever crap i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;and then you'll smile at me and ans to my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;cus you got a nonsensical mind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now here i am at home, wondering when i'll get to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the feelin of loving someone and being love is.. er.. undescribable. yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope this feelin wont fade away like how it did last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so emo entry.. hahaha. whatever!!!&lt;br /&gt;i know i like you!&lt;br /&gt;k bye&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115365433356047139</id><published>2006-07-23T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:37:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;read an entry well but, i think i deserve it don't i..&lt;br /&gt;hahah. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a heart-&lt;em&gt;ache.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;em&gt;nothing hurts my world&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; just affects the one around me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a7x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115365433356047139?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115365433356047139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115365433356047139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115365433356047139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115365433356047139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/07/read-entry-well-but-i-think-i-deserve.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115362782082196172</id><published>2006-07-23T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:10:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tonight is gonna be the last night i'm gonna be sleeping alone.&lt;br /&gt;yeah! my parents are coming back and i HOPE they got lotsa foods(most impt).&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks alone in spore rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from clubbings, to chilling out overnight, going home 3 - 6ams.&lt;br /&gt;life as i want it.&lt;br /&gt;now since my parents are coming back soon, that life's gotta cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. yesterday was chill to the max.&lt;br /&gt;firstly i realised i could wear the neighborhood jeans which i gave to my sis.&lt;br /&gt;so now, its back in my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to go bbq ytd but end up last min change of plans.&lt;br /&gt;so went to town, far east as usual. slacked outside ambush and went to esteller to eat.&lt;br /&gt;finally saw FLORA CHEN. like not sure how many eons nv seen her.&lt;br /&gt;i saw this paint spatter shirt at ambush, okay its nice. its cool. its cheap. but its too big.&lt;br /&gt;was almost tempted to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just slacked at far east till 11+&lt;br /&gt;went over to arif's condo, chill out at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the pool, with a cup of burbon coke/redbull vodka, talkin out things.&lt;br /&gt;ordering mac, swimming..&lt;br /&gt;Laguna beach, singapore version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off home at 6am, slept at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;so today is my last day alone in spore.&lt;br /&gt;weks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more stories about lifts being full at 2am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115362782082196172?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115362782082196172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115362782082196172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115362782082196172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115362782082196172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/07/tonight-is-gonna-be-last-night-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115341076381895420</id><published>2006-07-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:54:28.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Each evening I look to the sunset&lt;br /&gt;and dream of the day you and I&lt;br /&gt;will be gazing side by side...&lt;br /&gt;And often I wonder if you're looking up&lt;br /&gt;at this same moment wondering the same...&lt;br /&gt;One day soon we'll not have to wonder again...&lt;br /&gt;we'll only find it hard to differentiate&lt;br /&gt;between the stars in the sky and&lt;br /&gt;the stars we see in each other's eyes..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115341076381895420?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115341076381895420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115341076381895420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115341076381895420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115341076381895420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/07/each-evening-i-look-to-sunset-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115303259906790277</id><published>2006-07-16T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:52:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes Mr Popular cant settle with working with "unglam" people...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so your telling me, your unglam?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want alia (my sayang!!! =p) to end up with you lehh.&lt;br /&gt;so i put myself into your "group" and then, alia could be with mira etc.&lt;br /&gt;see syg, gw cinta kamu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still rem what jacen, alia, mira n me saw at foodcourt's 3 vending machine there few&lt;br /&gt;days ago. that shit was funny dude. how do you ever manage to fall asleep in an&lt;br /&gt;twinklin of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw raihan sad yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;chill lah gemok.&lt;br /&gt;good that you got over it asap.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to laughing gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta thank Joel for signing me in.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt spent a single cent inside yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;aside from leeching drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to visit hakim today, but i think i'll be staying at home&lt;br /&gt;lazy sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yomi! i'll stop being so sad ok! haha&lt;br /&gt;thanks for caring too! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115303259906790277?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115303259906790277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115303259906790277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115303259906790277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115303259906790277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-mr-popular-cant-settle-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115284867708385199</id><published>2006-07-14T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:44:37.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time for some updates ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm. so in lab yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;we were handed out our broadband assignments, and i ended up in a group with&lt;br /&gt;someone i'm not close to. and i did some things lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too long story.. nvm. tts not e matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats more impt is my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;so funnnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt expected low to msg me in friendster..&lt;br /&gt;he's someone i used to work with in LG.&lt;br /&gt;still remember first day workin at Eunos, selling... Cleaver.....&lt;br /&gt;then he came n teach me how to sell.&lt;br /&gt;then knew jimson, both of them same schTP, now graded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memBories&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with raihan, salim to newton eat...&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Sting ray&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Gong Gong&lt;br /&gt;Fried Oyster&lt;br /&gt;BBQ chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;Baby Kai Lan&lt;br /&gt;Chilli Crayfish&lt;br /&gt;and Sugar cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seafooding all e way.&lt;br /&gt;either nextweek or followin week, hotel food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to forum there modestos pizza.&lt;br /&gt;took some pics with vannessa, lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents for this year,&lt;br /&gt;CK watch, Levi's jeans, Seafood dinner, bday kiss from 2 babes n a guy.&lt;br /&gt;and a LV bag for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cui Min messaged me happy bday.&lt;br /&gt;awww... she still remembered all through this while.&lt;br /&gt;was asleep when i saw her msg, damn touched.&lt;br /&gt;even thou it was a simple one..&lt;br /&gt;5 years going 6..    =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shu fang also remembered, wai yeng!! mingshi!! VALERIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. so many moree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice, your the first one who wished me. =]&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for my bday.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115284867708385199?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115284867708385199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115284867708385199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115284867708385199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alone?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am, I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of leaving tonight?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave my room open till sunrise for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my eyes patiently focused on you&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;I can hear footsteps, I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;And if you will keep me from waking, to believe this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of being alone?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of leaving tonight?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song by Blink is soooooooooo.. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning guitar for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115194429436378318</id><published>2006-07-04T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:33:50.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with linda n susanto,&lt;br /&gt;went inside LV store, i saw this bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its price was $1010. kinda shocked eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways we went to watch the king and the clown.&lt;br /&gt;watched it with hui ming before.&lt;br /&gt;but 2nd time still nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp lee joon ki!&lt;br /&gt;susanto is mad over him.&lt;br /&gt;she keeps telling me he looks damn handsome in My Girl.&lt;br /&gt;a show i nv heard before. maybe i just dont watch korean shows la.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115194429436378318?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115194429436378318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115194429436378318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115194429436378318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115194429436378318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-out-with-linda-n-susanto-went.html' 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something priceless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you smile, your priceless.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/Image4011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/Image4061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/Image4131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when cats get high on cig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115165895881847891?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115160174428083204</id><published>2006-06-30T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:22:24.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday friday friday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;in a few hours time.. i'll be in sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;under the hot hot heat sun..&lt;br /&gt;chilling to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;play water.. act childish.. get bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay FUN is on its way. wahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this years MST, i'm gonna do like.. damn down&lt;br /&gt;never really studied for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, mobile com.&lt;br /&gt;after tt, went out with hui ming for movie.&lt;br /&gt;the king and the clown.&lt;br /&gt;tt lee joon ki is some pretty boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, network infra&lt;br /&gt;can manage.. after that..&lt;br /&gt;went town with my sis, she got AX sweater.&lt;br /&gt;then went home ard night.&lt;br /&gt;nv touch any books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, embedded system&lt;br /&gt;after paper. went over raihan place..&lt;br /&gt;went out queensway with salim n ann.&lt;br /&gt;shop shop shop.&lt;br /&gt;rebonded hair at night at yana's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, broadband.&lt;br /&gt;nv touch any book on wed night.&lt;br /&gt;died terribly at this paper.&lt;br /&gt;terribly horribly.&lt;br /&gt;but.. exams over. more fun. less stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is coming soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;13th july okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked hui ming out for my bday.&lt;br /&gt;and she said an "okie!"&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115160174428083204?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115141266378820948</id><published>2006-06-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:53:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"kangen gw ngak? =p "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"kangen banget... =p lu ne? Kangen ma gue gak?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hmm.. kangen padamu! =p"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115141266378820948?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115141266378820948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>run away from reality, i've been crying in the dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115108780270732710?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115108780270732710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115108780270732710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115108780270732710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115108780270732710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/06/run-away-from-reality-ive-been-crying.html' 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family now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've just drifted apart.&lt;br /&gt;i know i didn't follow in your footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;and end up, i'm in this current state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid to tell you that i'm not happy with my course at all.&lt;br /&gt;i hate doing electronic stuffs, i hate doing engineering maths&lt;br /&gt;or network planning. i regret choosing this course.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i've been in it for 2 years now, and soon i'm gonna grad&lt;br /&gt;from this course, with a diploma i know nuts in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see my future fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know what type of job i'll be doing.&lt;br /&gt;but i'd make plans for it, its my own life&lt;br /&gt;i'll figure a way out myself.&lt;br /&gt;when i've been thru things the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your always right, and i'm always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;whatever i do, is just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i get angry easily when you just say a few words.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to control it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a good son,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd still kiss you goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;cus your my dad, i'm proud of having you as my dad.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115098371885663972?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115098371885663972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115098371885663972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115098371885663972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I grew so close to all the thoughts I had to leave forever&lt;br /&gt;I left the chill and voice of screams in kids and ran for shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know I won't say sorry / You know I won't say sorry&lt;br /&gt;The pain has a bad reaction / A blend of fear and passion&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's like to believe&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to scream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a glow from far away ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A faint reflection on the sea... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left some words quite far from here to be a short reminder&lt;br /&gt;I layed them out in stone in case they need to last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know I won't say sorry / You know I won't say sorry&lt;br /&gt;The pain has a bad reaction / A blend of fear and passion&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's like to believe&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to scream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the stars they're in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A playful kiss, can you tell I'm excited?&lt;br /&gt;A fast escape in the nick of time&lt;br /&gt;If you lost your wish, can I help you find it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knee just one to start&lt;br /&gt;A fresh new start, don't be undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If love's a word, that you say&lt;br /&gt;Then say it, &lt;em&gt;I will listen&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If love's a word&lt;/em&gt;, that you say&lt;br /&gt;Then say it, I will listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If love's a word, &lt;em&gt;that you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then say it, I will listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will listen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115069875564783569?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115069875564783569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115069875564783569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115069875564783569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115069875564783569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bed for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my half storeroom room, needs a makeover.&lt;br /&gt;its way beyond hope now, much worse than a thousand pig stys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd went towning again, saw 2 particular stuffs that i like... and maybe erm.. need?&lt;br /&gt;a belt and a wallet.&lt;br /&gt;yupss. i needa new belt, and a new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, just normal laze ard town.&lt;br /&gt;then went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;today, gotta go ikea, then newton for father's day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115061293213769459?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115061293213769459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>met up with hui ming today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went dfs for cheap thrill colognes, went far east walk walk.&lt;br /&gt;got her Anatolia's ice cream, she got tricked couple of times by the ice cream man.&lt;br /&gt;and i was there laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a dumpig.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115038572343583294?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115038572343583294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115038572343583294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115038572343583294'/><link 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there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warmness On The Soul&lt;br /&gt;by Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your hazel green tint eyes watching,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make.&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;It's erased.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never feel alone again,&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one,&lt;br /&gt;And in you I confide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we have gone through good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;But your unconditional love,&lt;br /&gt;Was always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You've been there from the start for me.&lt;br /&gt;And your love has always been,&lt;br /&gt;True as can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll give my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing can compare in this world to you, whoa, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we have gone through good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;But your unconditional love,&lt;br /&gt;Was always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You've been there from the start for me.&lt;br /&gt;And your love has always been,&lt;br /&gt;True as can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll give my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing can compare in this world to you, whoa, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll give my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing can compare in this world to you, whoa, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115027164094465322?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115021340122216287</id><published>2006-06-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:02:47.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flora chen sth sth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your ice box still with me eh.&lt;br /&gt;the one tt time i put some chocolate food thing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop scolding me just because i put my blog back up ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;n good luck for you o lvls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your asleep, dreaming asunder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm awake, building fortresses in skies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if there was a moment, where nights and dreams collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be in your dreams, wave you a hi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give you a big smile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and wish you a lovely goodnight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115021340122216287?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115021340122216287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115021340122216287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115021340122216287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115021340122216287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/06/flora-chen-sth-sth-your-ice-box-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115017251593052180</id><published>2006-06-13T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:24:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. liquid time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my clothing from tailor.&lt;br /&gt;it was just a little too short! it makes me look funny sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;after getting.. prepared went ryhan's house then straight to cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stayed there for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui ming walked by!&lt;br /&gt;just didnt catch her properly.&lt;br /&gt;with one big big art friend's bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed outside at rocky masters.&lt;br /&gt;it was stuffy there. all the smokes and heaty weather.&lt;br /&gt;stayed till 8 or 9.&lt;br /&gt;from 6.&lt;br /&gt;so we sat there for 3+ hours&lt;br /&gt;and went back hotel for soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;england won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt match, went to down liquid.&lt;br /&gt;queued up.. went in there.&lt;br /&gt;just half an hour later, it was jam packed.&lt;br /&gt;just went there at first, scared to dance.&lt;br /&gt;*shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after drinking tequila shots n redbull vodka,&lt;br /&gt;i just danced away with the group.&lt;br /&gt;alif.. khye.. salim.. all them arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then too giddy, went out to err.. i was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;so thre i was making one stupid nuisance outta myself.&lt;br /&gt;i was there screaming.. dancing.. falling down.. rollin on the floor..&lt;br /&gt;then.. i vomitted!&lt;br /&gt;how unlucky is it.. to get vomit on my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;and till now i havent even washed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything went back hotel to rest.&lt;br /&gt;just me alone in there, and i started imagining..&lt;br /&gt;what if there was someone else in the room...&lt;br /&gt;what if... what if.. what if... i saw things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group came after a while then from peace to noise.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt really sleep well and was awake ard 630am.&lt;br /&gt;so just stayed there in e room till time runs by and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning she msged me a drawing of my name.&lt;br /&gt;i was asleep back then till i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really sweet of her!!&lt;br /&gt;dumpig!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115017251593052180?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115017251593052180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115017251593052180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115017251593052180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115017251593052180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-115002278496466960</id><published>2006-06-11T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:46:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first things first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i start writing about liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wished that i could cheer hui ming up.&lt;br /&gt;she had a bad day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont blame the match all on yourself ok!&lt;br /&gt;its part of a team.&lt;br /&gt;win as one. fall as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always a part!&lt;br /&gt;not a part!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tells me she almost fall n slip 5 times today!&lt;br /&gt;lousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update about liquid soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-115002278496466960?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/115002278496466960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=115002278496466960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115002278496466960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/115002278496466960'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114974173908008959</id><published>2006-06-08T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T12:42:19.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up feeling...... errm..&lt;br /&gt;emo...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder why i felt that way too.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i think too much. again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, gotta go sch later.&lt;br /&gt;it'll make me forget all those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always know I'm not enough to even make you think..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it hurts to feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm by myself, more then you could know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114966706127542669</id><published>2006-06-07T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T15:57:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh.. such a bright and sunny rainfree day.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly out of the blue one big lightning struck?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;looks like some command n conquer red alert game eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;that Nur Alia Binte Abdul Razak lie to me!&lt;br /&gt;say school reopen next week and no 2 week breaks.&lt;br /&gt;then i call xue er, then she tell me got 2 week break.&lt;br /&gt;then she told me online she mistaken, no breaks.&lt;br /&gt;then i panic.. call alia.&lt;br /&gt;and she said confirm no breaks.&lt;br /&gt;and i really PANIC. =then end up.. they both fooling me.&lt;br /&gt;okay im the dumb one now.&lt;br /&gt;stupid minah tudung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for shirt alteration an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;gotta do assignments but tv sure looks more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114966706127542669?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114966706127542669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114966706127542669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114966706127542669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114966706127542669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/06/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114960747710272753</id><published>2006-06-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:24:37.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IADT Assingnment 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats enough to give me one headache. &lt;br /&gt;how to validate only numericals are entered, how to validate n check errors.&lt;br /&gt;how how how!&lt;br /&gt;i wish bill gates was beside me to teach me, guide me, gimme money.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wy called me while i was in school today.&lt;br /&gt;so i asked her why sudden call.&lt;br /&gt;tells me her stuff ah.. normal normal.&lt;br /&gt;then after that.. we gave up halfway with our assignments.&lt;br /&gt;instead sat there talk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so like.. lazy to start with my assignments now&lt;br /&gt;but somebody "order" me right!!&lt;br /&gt;urgh. slowly slowly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday not going out to ktv anymore.&lt;br /&gt;instead lookin for birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;maybe getting board shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got nth to say today.. again its another boring day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114960747710272753?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114960747710272753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/icecream2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;Chunky Monkey &amp;amp; Mango Lime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom asked if i wanna fly back Myanmar since i'm having holidays.&lt;br /&gt;since its been somewhile since i last went back.&lt;br /&gt;and SINCE they might be flying back too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i dont follow, my sis dont follow...&lt;br /&gt;we get total freedom!!&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i wanna go back.&lt;br /&gt;then again, got assignments, exams to study.&lt;br /&gt;if not now, maybe its after my semester exam.&lt;br /&gt;i know i HAVE to fly back before i enter NS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114951019099541462?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114916207341066145</id><published>2006-06-01T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:48:51.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stayed at home the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;been out last friday and yesterday.. so i shld go out again&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get nagged and my money's gonna fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta save for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;promised wy i'll be going to ktv this friday.&lt;br /&gt;so, even thou i dont sing there, i'll still go.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how i'll feel when i see shufang.&lt;br /&gt;but im guessing it'll be alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, what i did on friday&lt;br /&gt;school, lab test, jacen n me&lt;br /&gt;we saved each other's butts by copying each other's ans on lab test.&lt;br /&gt;got full marks! hahhaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went down to ryhan's hse&lt;br /&gt;then to SGH, visit hakim. they were all talking malay.&lt;br /&gt;so i was there standing alone being quiet.&lt;br /&gt;after that, to arab st's zam zam for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;nice bandung.&lt;br /&gt;then at night, to changi airport to fetch my dad.&lt;br /&gt;was late at night. late! glad tt huiming msged me all the way&lt;br /&gt;if not, i'd be dead bored. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, met alif went to ryhan's hse again.&lt;br /&gt;then to town. from late afternoon to night.&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to club this week, but then didnt.&lt;br /&gt;saved for alif's bday party next week instead.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be havoc!&lt;br /&gt;just hope tt i get my burberry shirt by then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways..  saw on offer there, shirts going for just $140.&lt;br /&gt;but none of my damn size! not even size M can fit me.&lt;br /&gt;saw my hat, going for $270. bah. already got it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryhan tried his gucci hat, and size L does fit him nicely&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what was on his mind, keep sayin too small&lt;br /&gt;all he needs is hair, long hair and he will look.. SUAVE! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;forgot the price already.. 3.. 4 ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, met the usual clubbing grp. they go club.&lt;br /&gt;we went home.&lt;br /&gt;saw evelyn while waiting for taxi. hahahahaah!&lt;br /&gt;its BEEN so long.. say last time i saw her was New Year's Celebration&lt;br /&gt;at Angeline's House. Saw Linda too!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot she was Linda. so end up.. "Eh you see me in sch.. you you are???"&lt;br /&gt;"Linda!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. Linda!! hahaha forgot about you already." =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now!&lt;br /&gt;finally a change to my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;been dead for somewhile.. so gotta update it eveynow and then!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm listening to PeterPan's Tentang Kita.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so in love with tt song...  esp after evelyn translated it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fave line is... &lt;em&gt;"Saat kita berduka saat kita tertawa."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/jesterdrawingblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some drawing i drew from my friends hp while i was bored. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114916207341066145?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114916207341066145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114916207341066145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114916207341066145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114916207341066145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/06/stayed-at-home-whole-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114908901464125169</id><published>2006-05-31T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:23:34.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i'm bored. i've got nothing to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;besides the unfinished assignment i lost interest halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard from sim, burberry 30% sales on all items.&lt;br /&gt;ALL items ok! ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure feel like getting one long sleeve shirt.&lt;br /&gt;and then.. with my burberry bucket hat, that burberry shirt..&lt;br /&gt;woooh. full suit.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm broke la. so its all just day dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a labtest for broadband com tmr, and i have to memorise all that..&lt;br /&gt;brain drying codes. urrghh. got more boring things to memorise not.&lt;br /&gt;and friday is embedded system's lab test, followed by handing up assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after this week.. its... FREEDOM. =D&lt;br /&gt;for one or 3 days before going back school for another assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. i dont feel stress at all?&lt;br /&gt;ala.. relax sua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114908901464125169?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114908901464125169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114908901464125169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114908901464125169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114908901464125169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114614483455094318</id><published>2006-04-27T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:33:54.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear dairy or whatever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a third year student is kinda hard. but im up to face it.&lt;br /&gt;seems like this year's semester, all the most important modules are thrown to us&lt;br /&gt;at one go and modules like.. takes one whole year to learn are cramed into just 8 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just seeing those year ones now makes me feel old. heh.&lt;br /&gt;so whats in it for me after poly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work. NS. work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too sure either. i've not much interest in this line of career.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be a techician engineer or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahaha.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so now look at me asunder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;far beyond and yonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i've come this far to throw everything i knew apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;much of whats left in me means nothing to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh dear lord, if your looking down from that great big sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shed me a tear, or maybe a ray of light to this empty barren wasteland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which resides in these crazy nocturnes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at times when the minute hands strikes exactly; twice apart; thrice depart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey look at me go mad,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah its something i thought i'd never had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;threw myself into the fire and pushed myself into the sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell am i writing about anyway... =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114614483455094318?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114614483455094318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114614483455094318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114614483455094318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114614483455094318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-dairy-or-whatever-being-third.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114589388178307535</id><published>2006-04-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:13:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cliveape</title><content type='html'>The Cliveape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaa. So mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so dead. You gave me your password and now i can enter and tell the whole world your deepest, darkest secrets not even you would reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliveape Maung Aung Bo Latt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114589388178307535?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114589388178307535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114589388178307535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114589388178307535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114589388178307535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/04/cliveape.html' title='The Cliveape'/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114485197727072303</id><published>2006-04-12T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:26:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I fall to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Will You comfort me?&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is weak&lt;br /&gt;Will You rescue me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m in retreat,&lt;br /&gt;Can I run to You?&lt;br /&gt;Will my pain release&lt;br /&gt;At Your mercy seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will You be there&lt;br /&gt;As I grow cold?&lt;br /&gt;Will You be there&lt;br /&gt;When I’m falling down?&lt;br /&gt;Will You be there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114485197727072303?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114485197727072303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114485197727072303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114485197727072303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114485197727072303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-i-fall-to-sleep-will-you-comfort-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114416817339725667</id><published>2006-04-05T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:29:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im listenin to.. Avenged Sevenfold - I wont see you tonight part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im currently feeling... happy?&lt;br /&gt;thanks to someone. for somehow magically twisting my lousy night around.&lt;br /&gt;and that person.. who else.. hahaha.. she knows who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's.. crap lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn i sent her a msg, i wonder if she received it.&lt;br /&gt;its damn funny for me to send such a message but.. haha.. who cares, im happy!&lt;br /&gt;i really look forward to seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh.. euphoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I say yes, you look wonderful tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We go to a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And everyone turns to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This beautiful lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walkin around with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got my porter waist bag, now going for.. fcuk sweater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some tops. berms. and all prepared for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xbox360 show is coming up.. lookin forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;stand there play game and get paid playing games!&lt;br /&gt;so far work in South Asia, got free lunch.. free tshirt.. free afterwork snacks. thai songs?&lt;br /&gt;my one bad day has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee..e.e.e.e..e.e....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mei ting~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114416817339725667?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114416817339725667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114416817339725667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114416817339725667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114416817339725667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-listenin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114364146653285150</id><published>2006-03-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:14:34.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to say that "we'll be there for each other", maybe its just messages and phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;not ever once in person. actually i was disappointed seeing all those messages you sent, and then realising nothing is gonna change for the better at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have somehow grown some feelings towards you, but then again, things might not work out cus i know we wont ever meet, right?&lt;br /&gt;we'll just lose communication sooner or later, but i dont want that to happen.. i dont.&lt;br /&gt;do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hold your breath and count to ten, we'll fall apart. Then start again.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114364146653285150?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114364146653285150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114364146653285150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114364146653285150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114364146653285150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-say-that-well-be-there-for-each.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114295684664728962</id><published>2006-03-21T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:00:54.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today, there was this guy and his boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend was the guy type, he was the girl type.&lt;br /&gt;he looked at me for sometime, i looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they went out and came back in.&lt;br /&gt;the guy wanted something for his pda.&lt;br /&gt;he stood there waiting. so i went up to him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiled&lt;br /&gt;"shopping around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes.. =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nice bag you got.. =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thanks.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that thanks he said, was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i almost melted.&lt;br /&gt;just so.. awwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was gucci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the while after that, he kept lookin at me.&lt;br /&gt;i kept lookin at him. exchanging glances and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;and he said bye b4 going off with his boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smiled and said bye to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me you'll be there, and halfway thru, you forgot about me.&lt;br /&gt;and you said sorry lots of time.&lt;br /&gt;i told you im fine, just kinda pissed someway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all say words to make other feel alright.&lt;br /&gt;we all say it blindly without knowing anything.&lt;br /&gt;it happens all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114295684664728962?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114295684664728962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114295684664728962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114295684664728962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114295684664728962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-today-there-was-this-guy-and-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114252371994642568</id><published>2006-03-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:41:59.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attachment and now i'm selling X-Box 360.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. this morning isn't all too well for me.&lt;br /&gt;broke 2 of my nails and sister's mp3 hanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just kinda think..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was wrong to initiate the breakup with claudia.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld just have held onto it.&lt;br /&gt;now's she's online, her nick's "it wasn't an illusion =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whos that for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was just stupid back then.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know how to love one person or accept the bad points.&lt;br /&gt;thou its kinda late typing all these down,&lt;br /&gt;somehow just gotta let it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's still so many thoughts in my head..&lt;br /&gt;i hate thinkin. i really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are songs i'm afraid to listen to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover&lt;br /&gt;PJ &amp; Duncan - Eternal Love&lt;br /&gt;Still Here ( a song she sent me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this 3 songs can definitely change my mood in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;esp Eternal Love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i..&lt;br /&gt;i miss her somehow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114252371994642568?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114252371994642568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114252371994642568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114252371994642568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114252371994642568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/03/attachment-and-now-im-selling-x-box.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114200816493106438</id><published>2006-03-11T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:29:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;what's happening all around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's a heart for if not only to beat and break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'd say its not fair that things should go this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it never was till maybe i met you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those cherry red lips,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didn't kiss them at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walked away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in this small town of hopes, everybody's afraid of a broken smile, less a broken heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114183520764837151</id><published>2006-03-09T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:26:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work work work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how they do it.&lt;br /&gt;everday wake up early go work, till 830 go home.&lt;br /&gt;sales line is surely not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114183520764837151?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114166078590097599</id><published>2006-03-06T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:59:45.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it was my first day at work.&lt;br /&gt;yups. first day of ITP, attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funan Digitalife Mall.&lt;br /&gt;South Asia Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games &amp; Ipod Section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and time had to pass like freaking slow.&lt;br /&gt;i just stand there, wondering what to do&lt;br /&gt;hoping my butt pocket would vibrate, from hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messaged stephfanie &amp; val.&lt;br /&gt;but still its damn boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand there for hours, seeing ppl come n go&lt;br /&gt;and serving customers on things which i know nuts about.&lt;br /&gt;but still its attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its from 11am - 830pm.&lt;br /&gt;for this week i gotta work 7 days straight!&lt;br /&gt;why, WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the colleagues there were nice thou.&lt;br /&gt;one had a girlfriend in thailand, so he kept playing thai songs&lt;br /&gt;thru his hp. and i was listenin all thru the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supervisors are friendly. manager too.&lt;br /&gt;so no worries&lt;br /&gt;just the boring environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, WAI YENG&lt;br /&gt;your pictures still haven done ah.&lt;br /&gt;cus i nv see you online when im online&lt;br /&gt;you online wont see me online&lt;br /&gt;so too bad lalalalala..&lt;br /&gt;7 days wont see me online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zilin, i think your work is much more enjoyable than mine.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but what the heck, you get burnt alive under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;i dont. i enjoy the air con. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;41 more days till sch opens!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; i love my friendster's song ALOT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114166078590097599?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114166078590097599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114166078590097599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114166078590097599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114166078590097599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-it-was-my-first-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114153266231699137</id><published>2006-03-05T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:24:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally after some years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to burmese songs again.&lt;br /&gt;bad thing is i dont know where to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because of Zaw Win Htut, i wanna take up guitar.&lt;br /&gt;maybe only...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's the start of my itp.&lt;br /&gt;and.. somehow lookin forward n not forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;w/o it, its gonna be a boring hols as usual.&lt;br /&gt;with it, its workin all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zilin, must be under the hot sun right now.&lt;br /&gt;getting darker n darker.. wauhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiyeng.. writing testi with some pics which i find it quite niceeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday sent my brother n his wife to airport, 3 more months to seeing them again.&lt;br /&gt;in bangkok this time.&lt;br /&gt;seems funny, i think i need more burmese friends now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm outcasting myself to them esp when i'm a burmese.&lt;br /&gt;wonder how it feels hanging out with a bunch of burmese ppl.&lt;br /&gt;talkin burmese..&lt;br /&gt;burmese burmese burmese.. =&lt;br /&gt;anyways. after sending them.. my mom went off with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;i went back home.&lt;br /&gt;and just stayed at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get my pay for itp, i'm gonna shop for clothes this time!&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhhhhH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ytd night was talkin to waiyeng about...&lt;br /&gt;sec sch, so went thru friendster saw, simin ( i wonder if she still remembers me )&lt;br /&gt;then to gui yue! theni saw thiha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember my year one in poly when i went back to jss,&lt;br /&gt;after the celebration n all, gui yue n me just walked along the corridors talking&lt;br /&gt;then to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;i drew hobbes on the board. she was there holdin my file n all..&lt;br /&gt;ok seriously i kinda miss those moments.&lt;br /&gt;wonder how she is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was 1 year plus ago.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, if anyone shld be near funan, pls come n visit me.&lt;br /&gt;3rd floor, South Asia Computer.&lt;br /&gt;i'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing n stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Ma Shi Loet Ma Phit Phu Thi Lar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114105133953838087</id><published>2006-02-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:43:56.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are filled with super glue.&lt;br /&gt;and index finger n middle finger is STUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot super glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that's the best part of cooking — seeing others enjoy what you made for them. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrimp curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114105133953838087?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114105133953838087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114105133953838087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114105133953838087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114105133953838087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/02/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114078201304415031</id><published>2006-02-24T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:01:38.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe thinkin bout how your going out with other ppl.. to movies, to dinner, or just for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it still hurts me to think i'm not the one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've not gotten over it.&lt;br /&gt;though everything's been said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, just a friend that'll fade away.&lt;br /&gt;ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114078201304415031?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114058031377437557</id><published>2006-02-22T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:51:53.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Network &amp; Protocols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryhan says im getting more n more gayer.&lt;br /&gt;huggy huggy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got exams and everynight i wont be able to study. i'll just slack at my room&lt;br /&gt;see that DMC3 will get seduced by it just to hack n slash some demons.&lt;br /&gt;urrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta study. ESP for maths. if not.. =x&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna get a waist bag.&lt;br /&gt;maybe head porter black beauty.&lt;br /&gt;price wise.. pray that i get $500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my ITP results isnt out yet.&lt;br /&gt;if no ITP for this semester, its off for vacation to Yangon!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i rather go back there than have ITP here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus my father is going overseas tmr,&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis, going KL at 28th&lt;br /&gt;left my mom n me at home.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna party like mad b4 ITP starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work work work.&lt;br /&gt;and i think my sex band is breakin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114058031377437557?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114058031377437557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114058031377437557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114058031377437557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114058031377437557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/02/network-protocols-hopefully-ill-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114026175243424612</id><published>2006-02-18T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T19:22:32.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cus your voice always helps me when i feel so alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where'd you go..&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so..&lt;br /&gt;seems like its been forever..&lt;br /&gt;since you've been gone..&lt;br /&gt;please come back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even so sure of how i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;one moment im fine&lt;br /&gt;the next im missing her like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not making things easy for myself&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i just keep wanting to make her mad.&lt;br /&gt;maybe if she got so angry at me, she'll just forget me?&lt;br /&gt;but yet i feel bad about being so mean to her.&lt;br /&gt;like when i scolded her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its never the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;i just lost my head i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114026175243424612?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/114026175243424612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=114026175243424612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114026175243424612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/114026175243424612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/02/cus-your-voice-always-helps-me-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-114009095093863282</id><published>2006-02-16T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:55:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so sucky right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin to do Nothin to say&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin to find another way&lt;br /&gt;To a different world some other plane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-114009095093863282?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113990783501151018</id><published>2006-02-14T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:18:07.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been over a week.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still having that ache inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes its like..&lt;br /&gt;we're on and off&lt;br /&gt;you'd treat me nice and i'd treat you cold&lt;br /&gt;i'd treat you nice and you'd treat me cold&lt;br /&gt;i know we do have alot of differences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but differences we can always work it out&lt;br /&gt;in the past we always talk our problems out and solve them w/o quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;but now it seems like quarrel is the only thing we can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you keep it inside all the time.&lt;br /&gt;just takin in the words and not saying anything back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, i'm sorry, i have really treated you bad.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i dont know the things i'm doing&lt;br /&gt;thats why i need you there, tell me my faults&lt;br /&gt;make me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to be there. but what happened&lt;br /&gt;you just went suddenly quiet n cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said i've changed alot.&lt;br /&gt;i did. but rememeber what we read on saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Expect change in his/her character. changes occur due to environment, emotions, stress. learn to accept the changed person. you dont want a dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have this feeling, why cant you accept me and the way i've changed?&lt;br /&gt;i changed for the worse yes. but if you had at least give in, chances that i'll change back right?&lt;br /&gt;why did you just started being quiet cold and all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that moment when you told me you've given up on me sometime ago,&lt;br /&gt;you know it kinda breaks my heart to hear you say that&lt;br /&gt;you told me your just holding on, not giving in, you can but you dont know if you shld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;the only answer you've given me is that i've changed&lt;br /&gt;and because of that phone call where i flared up at you&lt;br /&gt;i've apologised as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;but still your the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that you too have changed&lt;br /&gt;but i still tried to accept you.&lt;br /&gt;i still msg you n all.&lt;br /&gt;but how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in school i still think about why n what happened&lt;br /&gt;its all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to give in one more go.&lt;br /&gt;but you said no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you started crying n all i was there to comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;but when i cried?&lt;br /&gt;infront of my sister and her friends and it was her birthday&lt;br /&gt;i wished that you were there&lt;br /&gt;so i called you after i've stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked you if your okay&lt;br /&gt;claudia, i still care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you've been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;you've been holding on all these while&lt;br /&gt;giving in to me occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;you said your feelings have changed.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in a relationship, even in bad times&lt;br /&gt;its the commitment that matters.&lt;br /&gt;not based on feelings and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;they come on and off at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i look at your friendster and i still see my pictures there&lt;br /&gt;i get scared what if you took it all down.&lt;br /&gt;it'll hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at mine.&lt;br /&gt;i still havent really changed anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;im still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;that kiss i gave you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;that rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how you feel..&lt;br /&gt;all i can say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are still here..&lt;br /&gt;i still have feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished you'd call me.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113990783501151018?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113990783501151018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113990783501151018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113990783501151018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113990783501151018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-over-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113958648379862977</id><published>2006-02-10T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:58:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many things i wanna say it out&lt;br /&gt;but i cant seem to find the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously im confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the nights i hate the nights&lt;br /&gt;fuck i hate feeling this at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i'd see my phone ringing n your pic on the screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes, keep a distance inside&lt;br /&gt;maybe time killed us, somehow i survived&lt;br /&gt;how bout you?&lt;br /&gt;listen to the song..&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more chance. is all i ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113958648379862977?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113911581147226355</id><published>2006-02-05T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:06:31.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;if i fall back down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your gonna help me back up again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i fall back down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your gonna be my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats weird, where did my other post went to?&lt;br /&gt;that school post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urrrgh. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love rancid's fall back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure do.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get their jacket!&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting black jeans and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe energie jeans.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113869873340453278</id><published>2006-01-31T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:09:01.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember what you said to me while we were walking back&lt;br /&gt;at city link last time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't have you by my side feels kind of weird ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you told me you played a part in holding on,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you are holding on.&lt;br /&gt;now try to climb back up alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished that you called me dear just to make me feel better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113869873340453278?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113869873340453278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113869873340453278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113869873340453278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113869873340453278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-remember-what-you-said-to-me-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113843687066350793</id><published>2006-01-28T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:27:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's this weird sound coming outta my com.&lt;br /&gt;full of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished with network protocols and COME projs.&lt;br /&gt;left with Cprog and Digital systems&lt;br /&gt;bah.. used to be stressed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now seems better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a boring sat.&lt;br /&gt;so whats in for me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe just stayin at home and reading books.&lt;br /&gt;hehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113843687066350793?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113843687066350793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113843687066350793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113843687066350793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113843687066350793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/01/theres-this-weird-sound-coming-outta.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113819761575620740</id><published>2006-01-25T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:02:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so far my dad's job hasnt called yet and i saw him browsing through the job section just now with a smile on his face. i dont know whats going on in his mind. i feel sad for him. fighting thru all the years just for our family. i dont know what he is going thru. well.. things will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you remembered when you said to me&lt;br /&gt;if we had hard times, we'd press stop, rewind it back to good times and play it back?&lt;br /&gt;remember the song we listened on the 7th of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The very first fragrance of Spring is in the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And each and every moment we still love to share,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alone together, just the two of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was then I knew me heart belonged to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll give you my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An eternal love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From me to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A token of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An eternal love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From you to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eternally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So promise me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you promise me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll promise you an eternal love, eternal love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that feeling you had?&lt;br /&gt;remember you teared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113819761575620740?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113819761575620740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113819761575620740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113819761575620740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113819761575620740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-far-my-dads-job-hasnt-called-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113792430281228604</id><published>2006-01-22T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:05:43.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gonna not let the bad things affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the first step and make changes.&lt;br /&gt;yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can handle it. i'm tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113792430281228604?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113786979144181732</id><published>2006-01-22T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:21:33.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dad, have you ever thought whats going on in my world?&lt;br /&gt;everytime i do something i want, the first thing you know is just to blame me and my friends. and that i'm in the wrong. even if i stand in the right spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to say that my friends are bad company for me?&lt;br /&gt;have i ever changed into a bad son to you? maybe i did in your eyes. since primary school to now, since 13 to going 20, do you know that you've never really encouraged me on anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you've said to me is that i'd fail on my PSLE and that i'd go to technical course, my N lvl where i'll go to ite, to my Os where i'd cont failing to ite straight. and from poly, you'd seem to say that i've got no future at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i'm not really being a good son to you. i've never met your expectations. not even a single one. maybe i just cant fit into what you've had in mind for me. did you ever know how i felt when you looked down on me? you'd only tell me i'd fail in everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;i passed my PSLE my N and O lvls. and now im in poly. i've proved you wrong didnt i? but why are you telling me now that i'm still gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i did? what if i end up on the streets begging for money. you really wanna see me in that state that bad so that what you'd said will come true? i'm your god damned son you know, you've made me happy at times, but those dosent count up to the numbers you've made me feel like crying from your criticisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom, why are you always controlling me? i'm getting older and older. but your grip on me is getting firmer and firmer. sometimes i do want a little freedom, and if i talked to you, i guess it all fell on deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've already humiliated me infront of your friends for so many times. well i dont mind about that, you want face. so you judge me from your views. and tell all your friends about me, all the things i've not done or said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i go out with my friends you'll always call me up and ask where i'm at. what time i'll be home. you do it everytime. all the time. honestly, i wished you'd stop doing that. can't i even have just a little freedom at all? whats the point in holdin on to me when all i want is you let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must both of you pick on me all the time. i know i've been failing in what i've done over and over. afterall that i've tried, did you ever considered the good things i've done at all? you know i'm scared to face life due to dad, and you two dont really know me at all. i'm just the punching bad of humiliations and failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what both of you view me isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning 20 this year, will both of you still grip me firmly even if i shld go out late? call me at 10pm and scold me and all?&lt;br /&gt;i think you will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm always in the wrong. i'm never right.&lt;br /&gt;i never was right in both of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i can't be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just your son..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia, this is where you come in.&lt;br /&gt;with all these things going on, i turn to you for comfort and solace.&lt;br /&gt;i've been turning to you all these times, you've always made things turn the right way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've been losing my temper easily these days. all i can say is that i'm sorry for venting my anger on you. i never shld have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that mms i sent you, i meant every word i said in it.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the time after we had dinner at arab street? while walkin down to get a cab?&lt;br /&gt;remember that feeling? lets have them back alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have confidence in me, this way i know with you, i can make things go right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113786979144181732?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113786979144181732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113786979144181732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113786979144181732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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"yeah~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is just too cool lah. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113708754120218957?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113708754120218957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113708754120218957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113708754120218957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113708754120218957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-lost-my-thumbdrive-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113703312968626196</id><published>2006-01-12T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:32:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waffletown &amp; Waffleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like waffletown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT waffleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those minah dont know how to cook a proper chicken.&lt;br /&gt;and wears mini skirt while cooking!?&lt;br /&gt;and cook till the chicken is still all flour filled. (tts jacen's food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he say he wont buy from there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;one day we might see him just approach there and say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"one chicken steak"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my half spring chicken seems alright but a lil bloody.&lt;br /&gt;ahh lousy waffleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never trust a minah's cooking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113703312968626196?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113703312968626196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113703312968626196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But they’ve got planes and trains and cars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’d walk to you if I had no other way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we'll just laugh along because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We know that none of them have felt this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claudia I can promise you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That by the time that we get through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The world will never ever be the same, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you’re to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you like that rose pic i did for you!&lt;br /&gt;nvm i upload here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="412" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/loveyou.jpg" width="520" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113673958535428948</id><published>2006-01-09T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:59:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then i hide beneath the sheets ; and i tried to disappear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113673958535428948?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113673958535428948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i just fucked up my com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it cant shut down at all.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i got invitation to MSN Messenger 8.0 Beta&lt;br /&gt;and its kinda messy n all.&lt;br /&gt;new look, new skin and some new features only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows Live Messenger - tts its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from morning till now its been raining.&lt;br /&gt;how i wished it rained all day till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain rain dont ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder what your doing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113670875506690740?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113665279973619442</id><published>2006-01-08T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:53:19.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7th January 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 months ago; till now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess today is something worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been long since we had movies, so we watched one.&lt;br /&gt;by the way the tickets are with me, i'll pass it to you when i see you k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that was at china town, lost our ways&lt;br /&gt;end up having dim sum!&lt;br /&gt;they're nice, esp sth prawn with dragon beard n banana thingy.&lt;br /&gt;next time i bring you same type of shop ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had dinner at her workplace.&lt;br /&gt;her colleagues looks all friendly and nice.&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna go back there one day to eat again.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it been quite a while dear,&lt;br /&gt;we've had our share of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;we've had different views of things&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad all through these while you've been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either to support me, or just be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. those that i messaged you just now&lt;br /&gt;its what i really felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again for everything dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7th Monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookin forward to 8th now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113665279973619442?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113665279973619442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113665279973619442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113665279973619442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113665279973619442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/01/7th-january-2006-7-months-ago-till-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113654966181688250</id><published>2006-01-06T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:14:21.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well finally. seems like a long n rough week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since everything is gonna be back to normal..&lt;br /&gt;i miss being normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to school, going back home after that.&lt;br /&gt;but no more 7am wake up calls.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read that post again and it seems like time passed really fast.&lt;br /&gt;well.. i guess im getting older day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. happy 7th monthsary dear!&lt;br /&gt;look forward to spending the day with you tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113654966181688250?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113654966181688250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113654966181688250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113654966181688250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113654966181688250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2006/01/exams-over-well-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113638619764297984</id><published>2006-01-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:51:00.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should be studying and yet i'm here photoshopping on blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's paper C programming and like my classmates, i dont know shit about it.&lt;br /&gt;well got time to study later.&lt;br /&gt;no worries mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;claudia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess i've been asking too much from you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know what..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm gonna stop demanding that much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we all have limits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we both view things differently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, i've seen it in your view and..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i'm the mistake this time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;where are you now, and i'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113638619764297984?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113627177227167054</id><published>2006-01-03T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T15:02:52.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you so.. but do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mid Semester Test.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's my digital systems.&lt;br /&gt;starts at 6pm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113627177227167054?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113591152360025686</id><published>2005-12-30T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T17:26:07.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want in life's a little bit of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To take the pain away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting strong today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A giant step each day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if only i could sing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the blog address...&lt;br /&gt;whats the blog address...&lt;br /&gt;damn why did i forgot that address..&lt;br /&gt;damn why did i removed that link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh whatever, gotta ask n get scolding tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister has gone to thailand, gonna get me some nice stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;look now i look forward to 2nd jan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th jan too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not lookin forward to exams. NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113591152360025686?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113591152360025686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113591152360025686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113591152360025686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113591152360025686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-in-lifes-little-bit-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113559849824555849</id><published>2005-12-26T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:04:15.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>celebrating xmas with someone for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say.. i enjoyed it. ALOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the moment she saw me, snatched my present in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;to the moment we said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;i felt that it showed me how things were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we had quiet moments &amp;amp; moments where i got paranoid over small things.&lt;br /&gt;moments where i got mad, jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess sometimes i dont know myself that well,&lt;br /&gt;i just show the wrong attitude at the right times.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy that she understand how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;so i know, she accepts me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at jurong point, the first thing she went over to look at was this sleeping kitty.&lt;br /&gt;i somehow wanted to get it for her, but i know she'd say no.&lt;br /&gt;so at MJ, i saw my friend from sec sch, asked her for favour to get it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my girl nagged at me for wasting money,&lt;br /&gt;i kept smiling. just seeing her nagging at me, kinda cute!&lt;br /&gt;but im happy that she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at arab street and the food was super filling.&lt;br /&gt;took cab back to her place, played balloons.&lt;br /&gt;end up bursting them, then to playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after sometime sent her home and i went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say, i enjoy every moment being with claudia!&lt;br /&gt;be it when i get mad or when i go crazy&lt;br /&gt;i still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just like being beside her.&lt;br /&gt;i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love, dumky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113559849824555849?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113559849824555849/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113430373475999834</id><published>2005-12-11T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:22:14.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lazy to update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113430373475999834?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113430373475999834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113430373475999834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113430373475999834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113430373475999834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/12/lazy-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113291050040967988</id><published>2005-11-25T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T19:48:22.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let it skip a beat, add in 14 of hearts&lt;br /&gt;take a moment, count it down to zero&lt;br /&gt;you'll get it soon enough&lt;br /&gt;my heart's beating like a runaway train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing on the edge of the night&lt;br /&gt;afraid to look down&lt;br /&gt;be my light from the darkest sky&lt;br /&gt;and pull me away from this sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love taking 2 steps back&lt;br /&gt;from where i came to&lt;br /&gt;i would love dreaming of sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;blooming in a cemetery&lt;br /&gt;you know i would love you&lt;br /&gt;if you would love me&lt;br /&gt;(yes you would..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing me a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;sing it high low or out of tune&lt;br /&gt;sink me inside the ocean&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm gonna stand tall afterall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing on the edge of the night&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering if i'll see the light&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid to look around&lt;br /&gt;your gonna pull me away from this sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love taking 2 steps back&lt;br /&gt;from where i came to&lt;br /&gt;i would love dreaming of sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;blooming in a cemetery&lt;br /&gt;you know i would love you&lt;br /&gt;if you would love me&lt;br /&gt;(yes you would..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know you would&lt;br /&gt;yes i know you would&lt;br /&gt;yes i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- clive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113291050040967988?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113291050040967988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113291050040967988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113291050040967988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113291050040967988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-it-skip-beat-add-in-14-of-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113273389996282924</id><published>2005-11-23T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:18:19.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to you.. you made me feel really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels great loving you. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113273389996282924?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113273389996282924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113273389996282924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113273389996282924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113273389996282924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113255630110735755</id><published>2005-11-21T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:58:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alia mira qixiang, sorry for what happened this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia, thanks for making me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113255630110735755?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113255630110735755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113255630110735755' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what your friends are telling you&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what my family's saying too&lt;br /&gt;It just matters that I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;It only matters that you love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if they won't accept you&lt;br /&gt;I'm accepting of you and the things you do&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as it's you&lt;br /&gt;Nobody but you, baby&lt;br /&gt;My love for you, unconditional love too&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get up, get up and show you that it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter what the eye is seeing&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in love with the inner being&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't really matter what they believe&lt;br /&gt;What matters to me is you're in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter what the eye is seeing&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in love with the inner being&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't really matter what they believe&lt;br /&gt;What matters to me is you're nutty-nutty-nutty&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're so kind) Just what I asked for, you're so loving and kind&lt;br /&gt;(And you're mine) And I can't believe you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if you're feeling insecure&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if you're feeling so unsure&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll take away the doubt within your heart&lt;br /&gt;And show that my love will never hurt or harm&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what the pain we go through&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if the money's gone too&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Nobody but you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're love for me, unconditional I see&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get up, get up and show you that it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter what the eye is seeing&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in love with the inner being&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't really matter what they believe&lt;br /&gt;What matters to me is you're in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter what the eye is seeing&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in love with the inner being&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't really matter what they believe&lt;br /&gt;What matters to me is you're nutty-nutty- nutty&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I'm gonna love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what they do&lt;br /&gt;Cause my love will always be with you&lt;br /&gt;My love for you unconditional love too&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get up, get up and show you that&lt;br /&gt;My love is true, and it's just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutty-nutty-nutty my love for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found somebody whose heart is true&lt;br /&gt;And best of all you love me to&lt;br /&gt;And nutty-nutty-nutty my love for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found somebody whose heart is true&lt;br /&gt;And best of all you're nutty-nutty-nutty for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutty-nutty-nutty my love for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found somebody whose heart is true&lt;br /&gt;And best of all you love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutty-nutty-nutty my love for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found somebody whose heart is true&lt;br /&gt;And best of all you're nutty-nutty-nutty for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113245760325475042?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113245760325475042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113245760325475042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113245760325475042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113245760325475042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/11/janet-jackson-doesnt-really-matter.html' title='Janet Jackson - Doesn&apos;t Really Matter'/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-113206054972754003</id><published>2005-11-15T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:44:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a while since i even visited my blog or thought about updating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda lost interest in blogging.. though its a good place to write whatever i want down. just gets bored at a certain time i guess. soon after a moment.. will feel like blogging again. more like on and off. since im here.. might as well just type out whatever i feel like saying eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infact i dont even have much to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;more like lazy to type it out or sth sth..&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to go to school these days.. i wonder why.. maybe becuase esp on mon n tues.. my lessons are super long and boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think tts the fault. im just plain lazy. what to do. but procastinate and let it get worse.&lt;br /&gt;feeling tired esp on mondays n tuesdays.. REALLY tired. i hate sch on these 2 days.. wed. well its a great day cuz only 2 hour lectures.. and after that.. long hours in sch on thurs n fridays.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like dragging myself into laziness day by day. till i get a slap on my face.. then i'd wake up. what slap? literally or what.. just slap me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that my parents are both overseas, my sis and me have the entire house to ourselves. total freedom. but yet.. i feel sth is just missing. im not really used to not having my parents around, i dont think im that independant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to be by myside almost all the time. if not i guess i'll shatter.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my girl.. there is someone to be by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like you said to me.. if im happy you'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy having you. i hope your happy having me too.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times where you'd go to school.. morning call me up.&lt;br /&gt;rememeber 7am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to see you tmr.&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;like we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further on about my school.. i feel like typing in alot.&lt;br /&gt;just learned on about routers today. and during that lesson..i keep thinking..&lt;br /&gt;do i really want a job in this type of environment.. where i have to face technical gadgets all thru my life till the day i die? do i really have to face myself with all mechnical things.. sometimes i dont really like my course. the things i learn. seems all like wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again. i have my friends there. they play a big role. i love my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;i see my dad working as a chief engineer on a marine ship, able to support my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro, also able to support his own family. overseas lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;my sis, im sure shes gonna make it big one day.. she is hardworking n creative. and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know if i can support myself in the future.. thinking about this really makes me feel like shit. what if im not able to do it. i dont wanna disappoint my parents.. all of them are sucessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna try hard. yet i just cant bring myself to. i really need a huge slap on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money really matters in this century.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113206054972754003?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113206054972754003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113206054972754003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you can always find me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll have Halloween on Christmas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll wish this never ends .. =]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113015623521489674?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113015623521489674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113015623521489674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you would let me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would love to love you all times through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~my dearest claudia~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-113006698947931116?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/113006698947931116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=113006698947931116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/113006698947931116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-112999188454552290</id><published>2005-10-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:38:04.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my NSM - C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks alia for reminding me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying at home is just so boring. first you have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;second you feel like going out, but you just have no money.&lt;br /&gt;gotta work but, 1 month, kinda hard to get a job that allows you to work just a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally im gonna get my PS2. was out since 2001?&lt;br /&gt;got it at 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice isnt it. 4 years of waiting to get PS2.&lt;br /&gt;when the next year PS3 is gonna come.&lt;br /&gt;another 4 more years of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of a stud now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im a dud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-112999188454552290?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/112999188454552290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=112999188454552290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112999188454552290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112999188454552290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-nsm-c-thanks-alia-for-reminding-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-112982305276228582</id><published>2005-10-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:57:16.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the way i feel about my blogskin is kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;green green green. just too much green these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i like green. =)&lt;br /&gt;gotta change it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results..errrk! didnt came out what i've expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report Writing Presentation - C+ (told you i didnt trusted tt lecturer)&lt;br /&gt;Maths - D+ (thank god i passed)&lt;br /&gt;Digital Signal &amp; Comm - B+&lt;br /&gt;Effective Speaking - B+&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneurship - C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my results! wheeee. at least i dont have to repeat a sem.&lt;br /&gt;jacko alia mira they all passed too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i feel bad for guan hao and qi xiang.&lt;br /&gt;nvm! they'll work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been changing my desktop to the way i like it for past days.&lt;br /&gt;and finally i found something nice and cool to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="my desktop!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/mydesktop.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/mydesktop.jpg"&gt;My Desktop!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-112982305276228582?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-112920505650687618</id><published>2005-10-13T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:04:16.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i had TROUBLE sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 12am lied on bed till 7am.&lt;br /&gt;moved here and there.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to the coffee &amp; milo i drank that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its called "colo" well what a funny name it has. it sure is a good expresso.&lt;br /&gt;closing my eyes and tossing and turning on my bed, air con isnt that cold, guess is spoiled somehow. spooks automatically came into mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia, your uncle story.. it sure has a long lasting effect on me. hrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while halfway tossing and turning, i thought of my results..&lt;br /&gt;i HOPE i get these results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effective Speaking - A&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneurship  - B&lt;br /&gt;Network Server Management - B&lt;br /&gt;Digital Signal Processing - A&lt;br /&gt;Digital Communication Fund - B&lt;br /&gt;Report Writing Presentation - C    ( i dont trust tt evelyn louis at all )&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics 2B - D ( pls pls pls pls!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i get these results..&lt;br /&gt;i sure treat everyone who see this post free meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just formatted the com today.. and now its as smooth and fast as it shld be.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly have the craving to start warcraft 3 all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mainly because of my friends around.. playing Dota.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of sec sch times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, i would really like to thank these following ppl for being there for me during the hard times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia, thanks for being here and giving me your utmost support.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, thanks for your advices, if not w/o them, i would really be lost.&lt;br /&gt;Raihan, thanks for telling me how to chill when times just isnt cool.&lt;br /&gt;You all for tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every new begining is some begining's end..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-112920505650687618?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/112920505650687618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=112920505650687618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112920505650687618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112920505650687618'/><link 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I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>Can you forgive me again&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I said&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't mean to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the words come out&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I would die&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You're not shouting anymore&lt;br /&gt;You're silently broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything now&lt;br /&gt;To kill those words for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I say something I regret&lt;br /&gt;I cry, I don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I know that you will never leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were made for me&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;How happy you make me&lt;br /&gt;I can't live this life&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I need you to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me&lt;br /&gt;You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you forgive me again&lt;br /&gt;You're my one true friend&lt;br /&gt;And I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter the times we've gone through, you've not given up on me.&lt;br /&gt;you were there to hold my hand and work things out together.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i hurt you without realising it.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we both get hurt and the feeling of dread takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all through these times, we're still together.&lt;br /&gt;be it just 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;but i know they were filled with tears and laughters.&lt;br /&gt;it meant alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;i treasure all the times i've spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strong patience of yours, and heart of an ever caring mother.&lt;br /&gt;the loving memory we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as tears start to roll when i'm typing,&lt;br /&gt;as emotions takes me over,&lt;br /&gt;i've realised you've grown a part into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for all the things i've done to hurt you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-112875042350778754?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/112875042350778754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=112875042350778754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112875042350778754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112875042350778754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/10/forgive-me-im-sorry.html' title='Forgive Me.. I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-112823755928217298</id><published>2005-10-02T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:19:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBBOOOREDD</title><content type='html'>its only the 3rd day of my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;com com com com com.&lt;br /&gt;msn msn msn msn msn msn.&lt;br /&gt;tv tv tv tv tv tv tv tv.&lt;br /&gt;sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boring ah!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i need serious planning but i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bore·dom   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dboredom"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; ( P )  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="linksrc" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;  (bôrdm, br-)n.&lt;br /&gt;The condition of being bored; ennui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bore 1   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dbored"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; ( P )  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="linksrc" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;  (bôr, br)v. bored, bor·ing, bores v. tr.&lt;br /&gt;To make a hole in or through, with or as if with a drill.&lt;br /&gt;To form (a tunnel, for example) by drilling, digging, or burrowing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bore 2   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dbored"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; ( P )  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="linksrc" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;  (bôr, br)tr.v. bored, bor·ing, bores&lt;br /&gt;To make weary by being dull, repetitive, or tedious: The movie bored us. n.&lt;br /&gt;One that is wearingly dull, repetitive, or tedious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rather drill holes in my house. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-112823755928217298?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/112823755928217298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=112823755928217298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112823755928217298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112823755928217298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/10/bbboooredd.html' title='BBBOOOREDD'/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-112818258680891058</id><published>2005-10-01T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:04:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this holiday is gonna be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally have no plans ahead for anything. going out with friends or doing somethings. its just plain staying at home and dying of boredom. well nvm. i'm optimistic, i'll day dream about the fun days i'll be having after my girl's exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear, 2 more months!&lt;br /&gt;jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"do i still have a heart if i dont worry for my girl?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a war inside my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-112818258680891058?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/112818258680891058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=112818258680891058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112818258680891058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112818258680891058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-holiday-is-gonna-be-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-112782646884496677</id><published>2005-09-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:07:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are soon over............... whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NSM.. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;i only needa score 20+ to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nth to write about.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love claudia~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-112782646884496677?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/112782646884496677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=112782646884496677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112782646884496677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112782646884496677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/09/exams-are-soon-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-112764423039921943</id><published>2005-09-25T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:30:30.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>StuRdiiYing</title><content type='html'>studying maths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing those figures on my screen only makes me wanna die?&lt;br /&gt;whats this and thats.. why this goes to here.. why that becomes this.&lt;br /&gt;its like transformers. dont know how they suddenly change from robot to vehicles(or whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths term. from this calculation, apply this formula, changes to another calculation. &lt;strong&gt;cool~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta gotta gotta really really really work hard. if not i risk repeating this freaking module. hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's weather was SUPER the nice to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;sunny windy and comfy.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS i had to wake up and get back to studying maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. Jian Feng's birthday and so claudia's group of friend and me went out to celebrate it. first was Kbox then to walk walk see dress for her prom, then to marche then to esplanade for sparkles. was out the entire day, from 12 - 9+++&lt;br /&gt;it was real fun.. esp that part where royston.. America's Next Top Model and Sheng Yuan &amp; Me taking Gay pics. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to studying. yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-112764423039921943?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/112764423039921943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=112764423039921943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112764423039921943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112764423039921943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/09/sturdiiying.html' title='StuRdiiYing'/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-112748219304842483</id><published>2005-09-23T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T21:29:53.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to a funeral, and there i saw this widow.&lt;br /&gt;she just lost the love of her life. the one she truly love the most.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad for her, its something unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one that i love the most, is you.&lt;br /&gt;we may be distances away, but i know&lt;br /&gt;you'll be standing right before me.&lt;br /&gt;it feels so different, this excitement the jokes we shared, the laughters..&lt;br /&gt;i never wanna lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-112748219304842483?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/112748219304842483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334945&amp;postID=112748219304842483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112748219304842483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334945/posts/default/112748219304842483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-went-to-funeral-and-there-i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Clive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09194793106505271581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v611/zodiaxt/meblog.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334945.post-112736720192776915</id><published>2005-09-22T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:33:21.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so freaking pissed by whats happening today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up on the wrong side of the bed i guess. even though one side of my bed is against a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is just so not my day.&lt;br /&gt;the rain isnt making things calm.&lt;br /&gt;the weather sucks.&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of tv is pretty irritating.&lt;br /&gt;elmo's voice.. can i kill elmo?&lt;br /&gt;stupid nick channel.&lt;br /&gt;why must they provide annoying sounds?&lt;br /&gt;(exclude fairy odd parents and spongebob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's so many ppl at my house.&lt;br /&gt;i can never ever study at my house.&lt;br /&gt;cuz its not inviting at all.&lt;br /&gt;if no one is in my house now, i'd have some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it still rains till 3pm, i wanna go out&lt;br /&gt;but im pathetically broke.&lt;br /&gt;everything sucks.&lt;br /&gt;if all the people in this world just disappears&lt;br /&gt;i would have a peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;i hate today.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fucked up by things NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334945-112736720192776915?l=whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/112736720192776915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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