<?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-8082681810610239627</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:34:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spencer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-5286568182039309088</id><published>2008-06-29T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:12:14.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back, again.</title><content type='html'>i forgot my new blog's password, so i've decided to come back here. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, just to boast for self gratification, here's what we spent on this year's june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SGdDqLmrlCI/AAAAAAAAAXk/m6-ZbTFi1_4/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SGdDqLmrlCI/AAAAAAAAAXk/m6-ZbTFi1_4/s320/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217213085280605218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, we're so broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-5286568182039309088?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/5286568182039309088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-2375828019960656568</id><published>2008-05-27T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:49:53.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>switching?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;spencerification.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i am blogging lesser lately, but recently, i've been deciding to switch over to another host with the feature of privatising certain entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i might be back to blogspot as and when i feel like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2375828019960656568?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-1545609339937970421</id><published>2008-05-24T23:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:49:16.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi guys! am feeling free so i've decided to upload some of the photos taken during the trip. here's some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg4n1EVmzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/s5n6v5KE-sU/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg4n1EVmzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/s5n6v5KE-sU/s320/P1010004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203971626337934130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had a fantastic view of the left wing and fortunately enough, the wing didn't block our view of land while on flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg56lEVm0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8VlEuksaoGo/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg56lEVm0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8VlEuksaoGo/s320/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203973047972109122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our flight was 710hrs in the morning. which explains why the beautiful sight of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and upon touchdown, we headed straight to our hotel. and to our surprise, they gave us a room for honeymooners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg57FEVm1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/DTBH_midgKE/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg57FEVm1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/DTBH_midgKE/s320/P1010013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203973056562043730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were welcomed with this heart decor on our bed that's made up of fresh rose petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg57VEVm2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/8Vt9oE_W8Xw/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg57VEVm2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/8Vt9oE_W8Xw/s320/P1010014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203973060857011042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we almost decide to sleep on the floor instead cuz we didn't want to damage the decor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg8GlEVm3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZJQpsj4tS8A/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg8GlEVm3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZJQpsj4tS8A/s320/P1010018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203975453153794930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even their toilet paper  is done up nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg8HFEVm4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/dFrhPiKOeUk/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg8HFEVm4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/dFrhPiKOeUk/s320/P1010015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203975461743729538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's the vain girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg80VEVm7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jO2qAo7EYR8/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg80VEVm7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jO2qAo7EYR8/s320/DSC00118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976239132810162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our lunch on day 1, shark's fin and bird nest. damn cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg8H1EVm5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ykl_vY65iN0/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg8H1EVm5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ykl_vY65iN0/s320/P1010021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203975474628631442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our shopping intake as of day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg8IFEVm6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/asSXZv8Vx_o/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg8IFEVm6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/asSXZv8Vx_o/s320/P1010019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203975478923598754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love this bruce lee t-shirt and it's packaging. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg81FEVm8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/XTg6Dj81aKA/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg81FEVm8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/XTg6Dj81aKA/s320/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976252017712066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg81lEVm9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/AoYbu5_i1Ak/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg81lEVm9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/AoYbu5_i1Ak/s320/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976260607646674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were given complimentary fruits for honeymooners! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg-4VEVm-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/3FJXYfswxBw/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg-4VEVm-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/3FJXYfswxBw/s320/P1010024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203978506875542498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg-5lEVnAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/botb8XA-5XY/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg-5lEVnAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/botb8XA-5XY/s320/P1010031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203978528350379010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg-41EVm_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/bvju31GNqtA/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg-41EVm_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/bvju31GNqtA/s320/P1010027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203978515465477106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and  i really wonder how is that austin mini is gonna get out of the parking slot. the car is practically being kissed on its lips and butt! i wonder how is that pick up is going to get out too! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg-51EVnBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/rFsVcPoYwCE/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg-51EVnBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/rFsVcPoYwCE/s320/P1010034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203978532645346322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;siam paragon. it's a shopping mall that taka and paragon here can never win against. they have a level that sells cars like porsche and lambo. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDhBjVEVnFI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hEuuHFoy51o/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDhBjVEVnFI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hEuuHFoy51o/s320/P1010043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981444633173074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i find this interesting tho. at thai's airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDhAn1EVnDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uvUj54YGtJw/s1600-h/P1010044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDhAn1EVnDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uvUj54YGtJw/s320/P1010044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203980422430956594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and us . while we dreaded coming back, but oh well, all good things have got to end. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDhAoFEVnEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lPsnMtuEwnI/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDhAoFEVnEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lPsnMtuEwnI/s320/P1010046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203980426725923906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on a lighter note, the trip is as clear and calm as the clear blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, we've decided to fly to bangkok once annually cuz of the wonderful experience there. and i'm thinking of taiwan next year too! hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, see ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Joe/Desktop/bangkok%20%2816%20may%202008%20-19%20may%202008%29/P1010004.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Joe/Desktop/bangkok%20%2816%20may%202008%20-19%20may%202008%29/P1010004.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div 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title='photos!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/SDg4n1EVmzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/s5n6v5KE-sU/s72-c/P1010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8004375747533892086</id><published>2008-05-21T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:58:59.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always be my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8j0_qfxL-0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8j0_qfxL-0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we were as one babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for a moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and it seemed everlasting that you would always be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;now you want to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so i'm letting you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cause i know in my heart babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our love will never die, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you'll always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm a part of you indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and we'll linger on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no way you're never gonna shake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and yes, you'll always be my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8004375747533892086?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8004375747533892086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8004375747533892086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8004375747533892086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8004375747533892086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/05/always-be-my-baby.html' title='always be my baby'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-5458317364648568995</id><published>2008-05-19T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:04:00.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bangkok</title><content type='html'>hey guys! i'm back from my very anticipated trip to bangkok! it has been very fruitful for the past 4 days, with all the good food, the shopping, and even the part where our legs ache from all the walking feels good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my first trip with baby on a plane, which kinda explains why we're pretty excited bout this trip. we just gotta see for ourselves about the reputation of bangkok. true enough, everything is what we expect of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta say that their fashion is way ahead of us. the clothings, accessories, blah blah is definately better than us. makes me wonder if singapore is really a number 1 country in asia. ha. but anyway, everything there is cheap. with really nice dresses, shirts, t-shirts, pants, berms, skirts, costing as low as $4 a piece! we had shark's fin and bird nest for lunch on our first day. need i say more? hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've photos tho not that plenty cuz we spent 3/4 of our time there shopping. i'm lazy to upload yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i was like searching for Thai express over in bangkok to compare their tom yum. but... i still think that thai express didn't dare to venture their business in thailand. lol. the ppl over there is really polite, i find myself very rude and unglam for the first time in my entire life. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh well, i'm back. which sounds like a pretty depressing thing. we unpacked our stuffs and baby fixed this puzzle lamp which looked reallllllllly pretty for her bro's girlfriend's new home. afterwhich, i took my 2 baby out for dinner. the big baby and the little boy for seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i miss bangkok. sigh.. thus explains why we will travel to bangkok once every year from now on! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make my eyes sore with all the stuffs we bought now. till then guys, see ya! er, might be long tho. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-5458317364648568995?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/5458317364648568995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=5458317364648568995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5458317364648568995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5458317364648568995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/05/bangkok.html' title='bangkok'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6019957542780964759</id><published>2008-04-04T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:20:58.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life is like a puzzle. it is these adjoining small little pieces which makes up the bigger picture. and recently, i just realized that it applies directly to actions too! it is these small little things that we do, really conveys the kind of message to another. but kinda lately, i can't seem to absorb any sort of information. kinda sad huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been seeing alot of small little things at work lately. it makes me think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, it's nice having made many new friends! i've been listening to many ns stories as there's a handful of them who just ORD, worked there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. just some random post. i'm just bored. damn bored. and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6019957542780964759?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6019957542780964759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6019957542780964759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6019957542780964759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6019957542780964759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/04/puzzles.html' title='puzzles'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8816456831830569309</id><published>2008-04-02T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:50:23.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excited!</title><content type='html'>and once again, the much anticipated get-away is here and confirmed! this time round, we're venturing into a place full of its rich culture, the unique accent and language that the people holds, of the elephants being the most adored animals, of the uncountable temples which many bow their heads to, and of course, the many flavours of this food haven! we've travelled by sea and land before. this time, we're going by air! what's more, it's just only the 2 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan was planned months ago, and when the opportunity comes by, we thought why not just grab it! and hullah! we just did! and for now, we're gonna be busy with the pre-trip preparation that's due on mid-may. it seriously doesn't seems too far away from us yea. judging by the fact that our weekdays are burnt at work, which left us a short weekend to do our preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotel bookings is underway, shopping for luggage is one of the option though not necessary. understanding more of their culture, reading up on the must-go-places and the must-eat-food and the must-do-things. i'm so so so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my recent days were somewhat busy. the new job i had is kind of my cup of tea. the many new friends made were good. some funny, some weird, some intelligent ones, and well, some scholars to be. but most of all, this new exposure enables me to really have a very intimate close up at how embarrassing singaporeans can be. sometimes, i do not feel proud to be a singaporean. but with no choice to choose but to choose this the only choice, i'm one. some are totally idiotic and stupid. many are unreasonable. some were pretty good. and of course, i've had my hands-on on this best taxi driver i've met thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which kinda questioned myself that does religion really constitutes a human behavior? i've never had a good impression on any cabbies driver before. but this one man, made me feel that he is the nicest of all. thus greatly offsets the little argument i had with another cab driver the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, things are pretty good though tiring that i have to wake up early every morning recently. and just last sunday, i visited my maternal grandma's grave for qing ming and with the many army personnel's and police officers walking around the cemeteries made me wonder if all these is just necessary. things aren't that simple as what all of us think. it is definately more than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just days back, i pondered about the importance and significance of every little english word. a simple thank you could mean the entire world to someone. a simple smile could light up the life of another one. and sorry could mend millions of broken hearts worldwide. but it makes me wonder that perhaps these words are often taken either too lightly or too often that the impact of it ain't the way it should be anymore. ooh well, pride can certainly kill anything that's suppose to stand strong. but then again, ain't these words the basis of life? just like a simple "i love you" could make hearts closer? it's too late when the heart starts realizing what's important to it when the thing's gone. try not to be always too late. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, time to go back to reality where i'm gonna continue writing my thoughts in my hearts and i shall see you guys soon! hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8816456831830569309?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8816456831830569309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8816456831830569309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8816456831830569309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8816456831830569309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/04/excited.html' title='excited!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6612795541932789873</id><published>2008-03-20T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:03:45.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OhVwUPK6cY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OhVwUPK6cY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had a lot to say, was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you and things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything inside it never comes out right.&lt;br /&gt;And when i see you cry, it makes me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue, i'm sorry about all things i said to you&lt;br /&gt;and i know i can't take it back.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, i love all you're sounds, and baby the way you make my world go round.&lt;br /&gt;And i just wanted to say i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;This time i think i'm to blame it's harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;you get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single day i think about how we came all this way&lt;br /&gt;the sleepless nights and the tears you cried it's never too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6612795541932789873?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6612795541932789873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6612795541932789873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6612795541932789873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6612795541932789873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-1905579490152357460</id><published>2008-02-29T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T02:39:43.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in store?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things sure do gets a little blurry when i start thinking about my future. am so afraid of making the wrong choices, with no turning back. ooh well. everything comes with a price. but for now, the price tag seems a little too pricey than i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i've tonnes of photos to upload but were a little, not very lazy kind of mood. photos from the Airshow 2008 taken with baby. (many thanks to nat and roy for the tix! and very very sorry for being late!) and ooh well, haw pa villa too! Airshow was great! i mean, if i take the looooooooooooooooooooong waiting time out of the picture. it definately feels so nice to be able to touch the planes that's on display. the F16s, F15s, lockheed martin's and all. and and and, A380 is so HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE! and i really mean huge! alright, that's why it's called the world's largest passenger plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over for almost a week and till date, i had lots of post-exams fun! not forgetting the prawning session i had with baby and her brother with her da-sao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite frankly, i've been trying to pick up my guts to address baby's bro as kor. i know it doesn't sound tough at all. but for the past 20 years, i've been called kor myself but have not tried calling someone else kor! so guys, pray hard for me to have that courage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the test postponed test was taken on the 26th. when i told it, i was like, wtf! i seriously didn't see it coming. oohh well, it seems this shall be the last of it. there goes my dream. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, my options are always open! i'll always try to broaden the available options on the gambling table. if this player loses to the banker, i've still have got my other hands to try on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to be quite frankly again, i'm pretty jealous for the fact that most of my friends around me have gotten letters to attend check ups/interviews for commandos/diver. i mean, why the hell am i not even selected when i'm a freaking PES A status and got my napha gold and when i really did my very very best in the IQ test during my checkup! but hey, on the brighter side, if i do get into Tekong, i might have a higher chance of getting into OCS! which is definitely, glad to say one of my options too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year has got to be a very exciting year for me. with many outcomes to look forward to. i really pray hard for things to turn out the way i want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then guys, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s, i love my pretty baby very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-1905579490152357460?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/1905579490152357460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=1905579490152357460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1905579490152357460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1905579490152357460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-in-store.html' title='what&apos;s in store?'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-92046894722679140</id><published>2008-02-21T02:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T02:47:00.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi guys! a very late gong xi fa cai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and i'm back from genting! i've tonnes of photos. but i'm gonna just upload that special few. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuwu8g-CI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vcl7zjuLbf4/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuwu8g-CI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vcl7zjuLbf4/s320/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169128255829112866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's us in the cable car. nice view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuxu8g-EI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9g-UKiMWnZo/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuxu8g-EI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9g-UKiMWnZo/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169128273008982082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we took this bumpy boat ride. cute baby heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuxO8g-DI/AAAAAAAAAUk/cfcffq_5h0U/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuxO8g-DI/AAAAAAAAAUk/cfcffq_5h0U/s320/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169128264419047474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahas. that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya, on the way to genting, our friends gave us condoms. it was a gift from their friends to them. and so they tot they wanna donate one to each couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, on the second day, baby and me being bored, we decided to play with condoms. er, basically, it's me being bored actually. hhahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blew the condom into a balloon! lol and i took the another condom from another couple friend and put water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xv5u8g-FI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3PejPbj36XQ/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xv5u8g-FI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3PejPbj36XQ/s320/DSC00210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169129509959563346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuve8g-AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/w8BOmvZkrHY/s1600-h/DSC00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuve8g-AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/w8BOmvZkrHY/s320/DSC00062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169128234354276354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i tell you man. these condoms is damn strong. it's been tested and proven by us. look at the huge "balloon" and the "water bag". oh ya, the condom brand is the copenhagen. the ones in the funky funky box that you can see in almost every condom section in the pharmacy. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xv7O8g-HI/AAAAAAAAAVE/RvnXxS-EJrc/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xv7O8g-HI/AAAAAAAAAVE/RvnXxS-EJrc/s320/DSC00222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169129535729367154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xv6u8g-GI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vBQyw3qg6lQ/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xv6u8g-GI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vBQyw3qg6lQ/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169129527139432546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuwO8g-BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jqqbUdY7HGc/s1600-h/DSC00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuwO8g-BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jqqbUdY7HGc/s320/DSC00065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169128247239178258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cool ppl that we went with. 3 pairs, 3 couples. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had extreme fun at the theme parks, ate many many delicious foods, sat the cable car, had my daily dosage of damn cold air (it wasn't that cold when i last went there), so cold that my leg's hair almost tear when i scratch them. and and i manage to gain entry to the casino. not just me, but me and baby! and fyi, we're both not officially 21. plus baby is so kiddy looking! cute baby. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it. looking back, i've been travelling alot lately. the frequent visits to malaysia, genting, batam. and next up, bangkok with baby at end of march. details are not yet confirm, but hopefully she's able to take some time off to go. and plus, the vitamin M factor. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always love having baby around me. especially when we can have our own getaway away from this western part of singapore. chalet, malaysia, batam and genting. it's always nice having her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i love her so. and thanks, for the simple and sweet valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, and i've got a very important test on the 26thfeb. pray hard for me guys. it's really important to me. this could be the first of the many tests (which i pray really hard that it will be) or this could be the first and the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till then guys, sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-92046894722679140?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/92046894722679140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=92046894722679140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/92046894722679140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/92046894722679140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/02/genting.html' title='genting'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R7xuwu8g-CI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vcl7zjuLbf4/s72-c/DSC00177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6771660185203697237</id><published>2008-01-29T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:10:19.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good tues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after 8 tiring months, with 2 nights to spare every week, i'm officially off from my duties at tan tock seng. it's been one memorable journey. and just this morning when i knocked off from work, i walked out the emergency pharmacy smiling to myself. knowing that i've accomplished yet another rewarding experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to say that this is one of the most taught jobs i ever had. forget about those lame ass waiter jobs. i think they're a fucking waste of time. life is precious. relationships too. health is important. and today, i'm not afraid to say that i've learnt a substantial amount of medicine knowledge. from HIV drugs, to constipation relievers, eye infections to even date rape drugs! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how people abuses drugs for the wrong causes. how patients can get really rowdy. how people can shout their asses off arguing with one another outside A&amp;amp;E. of life and deaths. of people coming in escorted with handcuffs. of people bleeding here and there. broken legs, broken heads. you name it, i've seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course not forgetting the bitching about some of the colleagues there. most were marvelous. some were real jerks and sluts. the friends i made there, is one whom i'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that my tiring nights is over. yet sad that i won't be continuing there. but like i always say to my colleagues. that i'll still see them in days to come. especially during my NS days. geng MC. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys. for making a great impact on my life. the different problems we shared and encountered in our personal lives. the office politics we all use to face. the curses that we always shoots the nurses. and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, with this chapter closed, more of new beginnings is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like perhaps genting in the middle of my exam period? hhas. not forgetting the entire house i can have to myself next week. most of all, baby's exams are officially over today! imagine the fun i'm gonna have these coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6771660185203697237?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6771660185203697237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6771660185203697237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6771660185203697237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6771660185203697237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-tues.html' title='good tues'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-1440496819231814554</id><published>2008-01-25T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:25:32.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere i go&lt;br /&gt;but i'm doing it&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to force that smile when i see our old friends and i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;still harder&lt;br /&gt;getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret&lt;br /&gt;but i know if i could do it over&lt;br /&gt;i would trade away all the words that i saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;that i left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are days every now and again i pretend i'm okay. but that's not what gets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything. the things that no longer belong to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-1440496819231814554?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/1440496819231814554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=1440496819231814554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1440496819231814554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1440496819231814554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-hard-to-deal-with-pain-of-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6230122577686541204</id><published>2008-01-24T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:03:59.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5iXQwpF4lI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CxBocddmAac/s1600-h/Copie+de+mercedes-cls-class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5iXQwpF4lI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CxBocddmAac/s320/Copie+de+mercedes-cls-class.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159039687343858258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so crazy over 2 cars lately. mercedez cls and the bmw 6 series. if you're lucky enough, you can see one in the streets. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's pretty mundane lately. work, sch work sch. nothing else. open house was last week. pretty good. and my projects are now officially over. FYP done, even my very last understanding the media's project is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means, next week, i only need to attend class on mon and tues!! the rest? woo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went st james last sat tho. jessie's birthday. =) here's the birthday girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5iY4wpF4mI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eOzmxFBykYk/s1600-h/170249757080_private_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5iY4wpF4mI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eOzmxFBykYk/s320/170249757080_private_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159041474050253410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been surprising lately. with some unexpected surprises. hahas. sometimes it's funny to see how we're connected to one another. friends of friends. and friends of friends of friends of friends. get it? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if one day, god comes down and gives you a tight slap? and say why can't you understand of the plans i have for you? why do you always have to go against me? what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you feel what you receive is not even half of what you gave? is it suppose to be like this? or is it just some, i don't know. i know for sure, it's not suppose to be like this. never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. no one knows. no one will. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, see you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6230122577686541204?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6230122577686541204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6230122577686541204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6230122577686541204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6230122577686541204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='=))'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5iXQwpF4lI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CxBocddmAac/s72-c/Copie+de+mercedes-cls-class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8103389680994406671</id><published>2008-01-19T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T04:15:07.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5EFlvA6WQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E1LpkWkQXZI/s1600-h/6series_coupe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5EFlvA6WQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E1LpkWkQXZI/s320/6series_coupe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156909194149517570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi all. was looking thru my photo folders and came across this picture in it. a BMW 6 series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i could take it, and drive myself to a far far far away place. and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gawd, perhaps everything is almost like a mercury thermometer. i really hoped that the markings would plunge down soon. it is at its surface when i checked it today. and i was in total shock. it almost blew liquids out of my eyes. too much have been kept. and it's seriously filling up the spaces in the ram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let it go my boy. let it go. only then the weary feels lighter". i remembered this so clearly. so vividly. and yes, it's been 5 years. and it's been said that the greatest regret thus far, is to turn around and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's said that he needs it badly. a listening ear, and a comforting shoulder to cry on. i know none can compare to you, and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8103389680994406671?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8103389680994406671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8103389680994406671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8103389680994406671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8103389680994406671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5EFlvA6WQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E1LpkWkQXZI/s72-c/6series_coupe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6546532746276093975</id><published>2008-01-18T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:43:23.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>detective.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just yesterday,i was a witness to a burglary in ngee ann. here's the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A7GvA6WOI/AAAAAAAAATk/17mB_Jw17Tc/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A7GvA6WOI/AAAAAAAAATk/17mB_Jw17Tc/s320/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156686560224762082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A7GfA6WNI/AAAAAAAAATc/N0wEfo-I7ug/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A7GfA6WNI/AAAAAAAAATc/N0wEfo-I7ug/s320/DSC00131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156686555929794770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A7GfA6WMI/AAAAAAAAATU/m00rgu9HS3Q/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A7GfA6WMI/AAAAAAAAATU/m00rgu9HS3Q/s320/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156686555929794754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A7F_A6WLI/AAAAAAAAATM/f0Hle3-uDmo/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A7F_A6WLI/AAAAAAAAATM/f0Hle3-uDmo/s320/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156686547339860146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you see the guy in green? acting so suspicious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. that's my best friend roy. hahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just the other day, i came across this adverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A79vA6WPI/AAAAAAAAATs/Yv53WJU4vvs/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A79vA6WPI/AAAAAAAAATs/Yv53WJU4vvs/s320/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156687505117567218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter how bad my chinese are, i still can write better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahas. was bored. on this boring ngee ann open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then, see you guys. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6546532746276093975?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6546532746276093975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6546532746276093975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6546532746276093975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6546532746276093975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/detective.html' title='detective.'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R5A7GvA6WOI/AAAAAAAAATk/17mB_Jw17Tc/s72-c/DSC00130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-3090682840350612042</id><published>2008-01-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:00:38.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get out of this house and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go somewhere peaceful. and pls, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AND I FUCKING SAID LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-3090682840350612042?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/3090682840350612042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=3090682840350612042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3090682840350612042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3090682840350612042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-wanna-get-out-of-this-house-and.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-2530589243925744210</id><published>2008-01-10T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:23:28.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss my baby. so much. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2530589243925744210?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/2530589243925744210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=2530589243925744210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2530589243925744210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2530589243925744210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8429809314206200907</id><published>2008-01-09T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:58:29.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was wondering, why do i work so hard every week? work twice a week, and then attend lessons. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8429809314206200907?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8429809314206200907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8429809314206200907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8429809314206200907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8429809314206200907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick-and-tired-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6151588247608602329</id><published>2008-01-08T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:29:09.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i go crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijapqW0w_4M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijapqW0w_4M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6151588247608602329?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6151588247608602329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6151588247608602329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6151588247608602329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6151588247608602329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-go-crazy.html' title='i go crazy'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8756497222409288213</id><published>2008-01-07T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:03:00.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what will you do when the pieces don't fit anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8756497222409288213?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8756497222409288213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8756497222409288213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8756497222409288213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8756497222409288213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/pieces.html' title='pieces'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-1017220984208784144</id><published>2008-01-04T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:24:03.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a guy's words is real only if he is not drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy's words is real if he is drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-1017220984208784144?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/1017220984208784144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=1017220984208784144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1017220984208784144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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indescribable beyond words. to make things better, a little shopping and steamboat for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-3646606027560978725?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/3646606027560978725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=3646606027560978725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3646606027560978725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3646606027560978725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-5634522047356971860</id><published>2007-12-29T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T05:23:24.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's already the 29th, and the new year is closing in soon! it's funny whenever i hear ppl saying next year next year. often, we hear the phrase next year, we'd feel that it's still long. but now, the next year is in like 3 days? hahas so far yet so near!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i pray hard that 2008 will definately be a better year for me, and for everyone. this 2007 has been with many ups and downs. overall, i have been happy. and have got my naughty times as well. 2007 have taught me much. and most of it, came from the failed lessons of this year. perhaps the one thing that etch in my mind was that, sometimes, things are beyond our control. we just have to learn to accept reality as it is, and to know that life is no fairy tale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;misery and happiness are the 2 kinds of flavours that we all have to savour. and i believe that is what makes life colourful. cuz whenever we get ourselves out of the treacherous storm, we feel that life is a bliss when something exciting appears right before us. even so, oppurtunity doesn't come as often, so perhaps we should grab it whenever a good deal comes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if a not-so-good-deal is here, just grab it la! who knows? maybe one day, that not-so-good-deal might turn into a damn good one after all! the first half year is somewhat, memorable. with my grades bouncing back onto my expected scale. and of course, the many lessons that i have been forced to learn. the second half was somewhat, surprising. many things happened without fate even giving a slight hint at all. in this second half of the year, i've also learnt that life is fragile. perhaps another one of my most valuable lessons i've learnt. but seriously, you guys should try working in a hospital! hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just yesterday, i spoke of the very thin line between life and death. there are many whom want to get a chance of longevity. but couldn't. yet there are still who don't even appreciate the value and meaning of their life. singaporeans are nothing but a bunch of ppl having good life. comparing to ppl of a not so developed country, singaporeans are really very lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this year, i've also made some new frieds, as well as lost some. i realised that i'm one who loves to take, but dreaded the feeling of letting go. and perhaps, some lessons are meant to be taught the hard way. hard way, and yes it's hard. but the fruits of it is rewarding. i'm glad to say i'm lucky, and i'm beginning to embrace every moment of it. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as 2008 draws near, the fact that i'm turning 21 is clearer. not forgetting the time of my life, NS. this period could be a turning point for me. as what they say, NS will change everything. one good example? turning boy to men. hahas. so, i'm loving every moment of myself still being a boy! i really admire those, who can say it's ok after they met up with a major setback. it's something i think i will wanna learn in 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for 2007, i grateful to the many buddies, brothers and sisters in my life. i'm glad i have such great family. my parents, who're sometimes irritating but still, they always put our interest as their first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my buddies close at heart. i love every meet ups we had. the many stories, gossips and juicy ones is often intriguing. harry, alvin, derrick, yi long, mario, xiang kang, candace, si liang. you guys are great! thanks harry alvin candace mario for being there when i needed someone. =)) oh ya, not forgetting harry's parents who are so willing to offer help whenever my baby at home is down with serious illnesses. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my poly mates! especially roy, ah soon. they've been a great buddy, with the many nonsense we had during our project days and lessons. it's fun really! and to chun ping, u jin, farhan, andy, wei zhong. the ones who're always tgt in sch. =) thanks roy, farhan, chun ping, ah soon, and even charlotte who often, never fails to always offer a listening ear to my problems. they can even sometimes suddenly asked me if i'm alright and such. which is real good. and that's what i call keeping a lookout for your friends. hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these ppl rocks man! it's been fun walking thru this 2007 with you guys. and i'm looking forward in walking with you again in 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd also want to apologise to those whom i owe an apology. like i said, some things are beyond our control. perhaps all i can say is, let bygones be bygones. like what i heard on the radio, leave behind the past and start urshering a exciting new year. =)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not forgetting baby too. i had so much fun with you. and seriously, you light up my life. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for the rest i've not mention/left-out, the same goes to you too. i'm loving everyone single person in my life. thanks man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps. sounds like i've just won star awards right? whahahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;til then, see ya guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh ya, i pray for world peace too! hahas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-5634522047356971860?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/5634522047356971860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=5634522047356971860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6874799034546494537?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6874799034546494537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6874799034546494537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6874799034546494537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6874799034546494537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/12/whoo.html' title='whoo!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6120088999296441132</id><published>2007-12-26T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T05:38:55.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes baby, i'll never leave you too. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not now and never will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6120088999296441132?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6120088999296441132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6120088999296441132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6120088999296441132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6120088999296441132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-yes-baby-ill-never-leave-you-too.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6610876199499958814</id><published>2007-12-25T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T03:18:50.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 24th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi all! first and foremost, merry christmas! lol. basically, i spend my christmas eve with baby. our first and we had so much fun! fun at what we did shown on the following pics. cosplay! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2__5PA6WII/AAAAAAAAAS0/fy-WPDLt784/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2__5PA6WII/AAAAAAAAAS0/fy-WPDLt784/s320/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2_-AfA6V_I/AAAAAAAAARs/kLlmjr29TgU/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2_-AfA6V_I/AAAAAAAAARs/kLlmjr29TgU/s320/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147612183386544114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2_-AvA6WAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vv_RwSie5Bs/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2_-AvA6WAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vv_RwSie5Bs/s320/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147612187681511426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2_-A_A6WBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TvoyEWOqibs/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2_-A_A6WBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TvoyEWOqibs/s320/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147612191976478738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2_-BPA6WCI/AAAAAAAAASE/wL4p0c9f7-w/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2_-BPA6WCI/AAAAAAAAASE/wL4p0c9f7-w/s320/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147612196271446050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and so, what more can i ask for? hahas. with such good company, and with the movie "i am legend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6610876199499958814?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6610876199499958814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6610876199499958814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6610876199499958814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6610876199499958814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/12/24th.html' title='the 24th'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2__5PA6WII/AAAAAAAAAS0/fy-WPDLt784/s72-c/DSC00115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-7837380990059355936</id><published>2007-12-22T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T06:05:14.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a buddy of mine recently pop this question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buddy: so how did fate bring this about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: i don't know. fate is a one funny thing. it doesn't go by chapters. it comes around randomly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas. i can't believe i am so sophisticated in such words. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyway, i realised that sometimes, even the best brothers or buddies will betray you. i mean not in the direct sense. but er, nvm. it's something for me to know and for no one to find out. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, i'm bored. just some random entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-7837380990059355936?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-3001187669338099999</id><published>2007-12-19T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:26:34.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hi guys! i'm back! was away to batam with baby from the 17th til 19th. and like i said, batam doesn't sound like a romantic place for a couple like us to be in. but then again, it's all about us moving away from singapore so we both could have our own time tgt peacefully. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i shall let some of our pictures taken during the trip do the talking. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kQXkDB1KI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1zrtAEos5Tw/s1600-h/DSC00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kQXkDB1KI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1zrtAEos5Tw/s320/DSC00007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145662046246917282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's us at the ferry. nice sky colour huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kRFkDB1NI/AAAAAAAAANM/psOTb3dJytY/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kRFkDB1NI/AAAAAAAAANM/psOTb3dJytY/s320/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145662836520899794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our hotel room. damn nice la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kSKkDB1QI/AAAAAAAAANk/zJ20gAUYuzI/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kSKkDB1QI/AAAAAAAAANk/zJ20gAUYuzI/s320/DSC00068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145664021931873538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the hotel name from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kSKUDB1PI/AAAAAAAAANc/xhXaoE7h3h0/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kSKUDB1PI/AAAAAAAAANc/xhXaoE7h3h0/s320/DSC00067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145664017636906226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and our balcony faces the beautiful pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kS_0DB1RI/AAAAAAAAANs/bDnqgr8dMi4/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kS_0DB1RI/AAAAAAAAANs/bDnqgr8dMi4/s320/DSC00069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145664936759907602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some of the pool side furnishings. interesting cuz it's cushioned seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kTAEDB1SI/AAAAAAAAAN0/11QB7VpCouM/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kTAEDB1SI/AAAAAAAAAN0/11QB7VpCouM/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145664941054874914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;overall view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kVJUDB1VI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_vHsAYQYDmc/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kVJUDB1VI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_vHsAYQYDmc/s320/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145667298991920466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we decided to play with bubbles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kTAUDB1TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/TG7Wm0vZfbM/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kTAUDB1TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/TG7Wm0vZfbM/s320/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145664945349842226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the room as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kWJ0DB1WI/AAAAAAAAAOU/j0Z3Uzb2PJE/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kWJ0DB1WI/AAAAAAAAAOU/j0Z3Uzb2PJE/s320/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145668407093482850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice shot actually. i quite like this one. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kSJ0DB1OI/AAAAAAAAANU/_DI0m6WwCow/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kSJ0DB1OI/AAAAAAAAANU/_DI0m6WwCow/s320/DSC00066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145664009046971618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kRFUDB1MI/AAAAAAAAANE/S4qDz98pjuo/s1600-h/DSC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kRFUDB1MI/AAAAAAAAANE/S4qDz98pjuo/s320/DSC00009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145662832225932482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we decided to played some card games with forfeits. that's her palm prints on my inner thighs. pain ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kYSkDB1XI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jZnpyvOk3Fc/s1600-h/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kYSkDB1XI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jZnpyvOk3Fc/s320/DSC00010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670756440593778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the room provided us with matching slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kYTEDB1ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3Wec5ggbH9M/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kYTEDB1ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3Wec5ggbH9M/s320/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670765030528402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;christmas tree at the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kYS0DB1YI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AGCi0FwAhAg/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kYS0DB1YI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AGCi0FwAhAg/s320/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670760735561090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this mr santa is irritating. cuz he sings the same song from our day 1 to day 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kYTUDB1aI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2UA5FhzR4wE/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kYTUDB1aI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2UA5FhzR4wE/s320/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670769325495714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the shuttlebus to batam's town area. nagoya hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kaVUDB1eI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TEUi_TfoBLQ/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kaVUDB1eI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TEUi_TfoBLQ/s320/DSC00083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145673002708489698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is how their cab looks like! and they have this lcd screen inside their cab with tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kaVkDB1fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0xDJgywMdCM/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kaVkDB1fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0xDJgywMdCM/s320/DSC00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145673007003457010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were hungry. so we ordered room service. hahas. banana split and warm brownies with a scoop of ice cream. yummy yummy. oh ya, not forgetting the heineken too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kaV0DB1gI/AAAAAAAAAPk/bbsVU43hJlo/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kaV0DB1gI/AAAAAAAAAPk/bbsVU43hJlo/s320/DSC00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145673011298424322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this chocolate flower comes tgt with the brownie. cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2keSEDB1hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/R_LOJxTX14g/s1600-h/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2keSEDB1hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/R_LOJxTX14g/s320/DSC00011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145677344920426002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hairy legs, hairless legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2keSkDB1jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mHY6aAqlED8/s1600-h/DSC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2keSkDB1jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mHY6aAqlED8/s320/DSC00021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145677353510360626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the seaview from our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2keSUDB1iI/AAAAAAAAAP0/th1krG9Zm-I/s1600-h/DSC00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2keSUDB1iI/AAAAAAAAAP0/th1krG9Zm-I/s320/DSC00017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145677349215393314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seaview no. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2khrUDB1nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xlVbkKFZ3k8/s1600-h/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2khrUDB1nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xlVbkKFZ3k8/s320/DSC00030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681077247006322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some sea sports centre at our hotel's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2keTUDB1lI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WtwSez0XfnM/s1600-h/DSC00027+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2keTUDB1lI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WtwSez0XfnM/s320/DSC00027+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145677366395262546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i told baby, i'll work hard to earn this yacht one day! and go batam to fish every week. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2khrEDB1mI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ZqW_Iv_9ns8/s1600-h/DSC00029+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2khrEDB1mI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ZqW_Iv_9ns8/s320/DSC00029+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681072952039010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mr shorty chef wannebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2khrkDB1oI/AAAAAAAAAQk/sz7wQ6QGybc/s1600-h/DSC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2khrkDB1oI/AAAAAAAAAQk/sz7wQ6QGybc/s320/DSC00031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681081541973634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2keS0DB1kI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8W3Jdd4OxaU/s1600-h/DSC00024+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2keS0DB1kI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8W3Jdd4OxaU/s320/DSC00024+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145677357805327938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is one cute little baby monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2khsEDB1qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8V2WHozg-uk/s1600-h/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2khsEDB1qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8V2WHozg-uk/s320/DSC00033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681090131908258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at the poolside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2khr0DB1pI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mq8RLvk0aLc/s1600-h/DSC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2khr0DB1pI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mq8RLvk0aLc/s320/DSC00038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681085836940946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at the poolside no.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kjxkDB1rI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/v62jEM0dyBw/s1600-h/DSC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kjxkDB1rI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/v62jEM0dyBw/s320/DSC00041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145683383644444338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our last look at our hotels label. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kjyEDB1tI/AAAAAAAAARM/xJg0vQ3F3ls/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kjyEDB1tI/AAAAAAAAARM/xJg0vQ3F3ls/s320/DSC00095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145683392234378962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waterfront city ferry terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kjx0DB1sI/AAAAAAAAARE/FVppU3Li4GY/s1600-h/DSC00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2kjx0DB1sI/AAAAAAAAARE/FVppU3Li4GY/s320/DSC00043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145683387939411650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ferry terminal. byeeeeeee batam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2klPUDB1vI/AAAAAAAAARc/4tHoF4pvIrw/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R2klPUDB1vI/AAAAAAAAARc/4tHoF4pvIrw/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145684994257180402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and and, ain't this rainbow gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, here we are. back to the same old boring singapore. we came back with many stuffs on hand. and of course, not forgetting my die-die-will-buy DFS liquors. bought glenfiddich 15years reserved and 3 bottles of hoegarden. very the nice. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, taking almost an hour uploading these pics while baby's sleeping beside me. aww. it's nice having her around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, more to come. cruise? thai? but money money money first.... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Spencer%20Lee/My%20Documents/Bluetooth%20Exchange%20Folder/day%201/DSC00007.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Spencer%20Lee/My%20Documents/Bluetooth%20Exchange%20Folder/day%201/DSC00007.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Spencer%20Lee/My%20Documents/Bluetooth%20Exchange%20Folder/day%201/DSC00007.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-3001187669338099999?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/3001187669338099999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-7845766249239000675</id><published>2007-12-14T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:46:16.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but then again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after much pondering, i should be happy instead. at least for the fact that the rest of this 2007 will be free from stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any other problems, heck la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-7845766249239000675?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/7845766249239000675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-2794259083598333439</id><published>2007-12-14T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:12:58.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tests over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yes, tests is over. paper wasn't that tough as what i thought it would be. the long awaited break is here, but yet i don't feel joyous at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always tough to create something. yet, it's always easy to have it destroyed. why am i feeling in such a way today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know i don't know i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2794259083598333439?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6212046279543778612</id><published>2007-12-09T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:50:43.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had so much fun lately that i totally forgot that common test is round the corner! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with baby's family to celebrate her mum's birthday. my gawd, i gotta seriously start learning cantonese, which is also my own family's dialect too! after which, baby came over to spend the night with me and it's discovery channel, national geographic till 3am with sambal fried rice! slept til bout530am, and we got up to prepare to go melacca with mum this morning. it's bout a 2hrs drive up, and we did our shopping there after breakfast! nice prawn noodles and nice trishaw we saw. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta admit. driving long distances at speed that's not allowed in singapore is tiring. especially when you drive in the heavy rain. but still, it's nice to break the speed barrier once in a while. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back to singapore only to get pissed. i thought it was discussed and decided earlier on alr. and so, it's still about the money huh. i can't take sat to work cuz i've training on sun. i'm alr working on fri, knowing the fact that i've training on sat. nvm. i fucking swear i'll never beg anymore. just another month. and i'm gonna quit this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, it made me think. friends come and go. sometimes i think, i'm so proactive in offering help to friends whenever they needed a helping hand. i sometimes do put friends ahead of my love ones. when they needed cash, i try my best to help. when they needed a listening ear, i plug out my ear plugs and listened to them. when they needed company, i'd try my very best to dig time out of my many commitments to offer this damn company. but what do i get when i needed all those help? i guess, i'd only do return favours to friends who offered a helping hand to me. i'm selfish. yea yea yea. who isn't man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i was reminded that baby once said i can't expect ppl to change. i can only change myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank goodness, i've got baby's smile to brighten up my day once again! in which, i took some time hugging baby in the car while listening to this song with these lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when i look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i still go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no my heart just can't hide that old feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;way deep down inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh baby you know when i look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i go crazy whenever baby appears in my mind. =)) and i do seriously smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what baby's aunt said last night carried a level of truth. communication is very very very important in every rs. and it has got to be a habit at every start of a rs that communication is part of the rs. cuz as time goes by, things changes. and if a failing rs is prominent, the blame goes partly to, the lack of communication. if we don't make it a habit to communicate now, as we grow older, we won't have much time and energy to communicate that much with this hectic society that singapore ONLY can offer its citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sigh, it's monday in about 15mins. gotta start studying. but hey! holiday with baby soon! hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, see you guys. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6212046279543778612?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6212046279543778612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6212046279543778612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6212046279543778612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6212046279543778612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun.html' title='fun!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6370256433927446400</id><published>2007-12-07T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:15:24.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>projects.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shall first boast that my fyp is finally over! final report submitted, and the final panel review is done yesterday. i don't expect an A in fyp, so shall not look forward to another review. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i didn't step into ngee ann today. simply because i don't see the need to go back on a project day! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, while baby's preparing to go work, she took out some of her cosmetics. me, being bored, i scatter the entire box and pouch on her bed and took a pic of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1kcbATgxjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/H6GWGhleozw/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1kcbATgxjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/H6GWGhleozw/s320/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141171699884017202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she claims it isn't alot as compared to all her friends. but seriously, it's the first time saw such a sight. typical girl. she still has got a dozens more in her cupboard, and she list them by words of mouth on the things that she still wanna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for once, i seriously believe that "the men just don't get it". hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at her bed sheet as well. cute right. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, see you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6370256433927446400?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6370256433927446400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6370256433927446400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6370256433927446400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6370256433927446400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/12/projects.html' title='projects.'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1kcbATgxjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/H6GWGhleozw/s72-c/DSC00056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-4202107950841452478</id><published>2007-12-04T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:01:51.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it has been an exciting week lately. with many exciting happenings. first thing first. i finally bought my oakley glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1VmsgTgxhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dOOJN_3MlcI/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1VmsgTgxhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dOOJN_3MlcI/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140127464485340690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;damn nice right? hahas. M frame with sweep red iridium lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad came home with 4 birds the other night. i think they're just few days old. he said he picked them up while driving at some ulu ulu road. it seems that their mum abandoned them. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1VmrQTgxfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sCw8NWCgX6w/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1VmrQTgxfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sCw8NWCgX6w/s320/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140127443010504178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1VmqwTgxeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rpr09BwJTIE/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1VmqwTgxeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rpr09BwJTIE/s320/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140127434420569570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they are quite cute actually. especially when i put them on the floor and let them walk around. hahas. but sadly, they died after a day. their mum didn't sit on them to keep them warm or something. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next exciting event. the standard chartered marathon singapore. it's just a short 10km but yea, it was fun. it was a great experience actually. and i'll definately come back again next year. surely not in the 10km event. my official completion time was 56mins 8secs. wasn't good at all. but i think it's still okay for the fact that i only trained twice for this run. however, i think it's all about completing the run. never about the timing. =)) and i think 10km is not challenging enough! i should've listened to baby to try the 21km this year. something challenging as a first timer. lol. i think i need to learn how to use my thighs instead of my calfs muscles to run. and this run definately inspired me in many ways. you guys should go run too! next year, at least a 21km for me. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a funny me at the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1Vm_gTgxiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Mb9VzLe--kU/s1600-h/masterpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1Vm_gTgxiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Mb9VzLe--kU/s320/masterpage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140127790902855202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i look kinda extra in this pic. everyone in the photo wears the standchart tee. i wore the army's tee. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, ain't i'm an attention seeker? hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again, the little baby at my place took my phone and take photographs of himself. hahas. i seriously think that he'll be one vain boy next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1VmrwTgxgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/47ahGkx3YFU/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1VmrwTgxgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/47ahGkx3YFU/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140127451600438786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's really sick. down with fever and cough. so terrible that he couldn't speak, can't even hear him cry but you can see tears flowing. it pains me actually. and so, i took him to harry's place to let his dad take a look. and now, he's running around my house as per normal again! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with so many exciting things happening in my life recently, i'm such a happy boy! plus, christmas is round the corner! whoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and till then, see you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-4202107950841452478?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/4202107950841452478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=4202107950841452478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/4202107950841452478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/4202107950841452478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-boy.html' title='happy boy.'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R1VmsgTgxhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dOOJN_3MlcI/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-762759985165955628</id><published>2007-11-30T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:42:03.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after reading up some blogs, i kinda regretted for saying the things i said to a friend. i'm in no position to psycho him on what to do. after all, in situations like this, either one will end up getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rs is one funny thing. i don't think i can fully grab the entire meaning of it. come to think of it, no love in reality is like love in fairytales. we go on dates, talk over a cup of tea (teh), share about our interest and it goes on for years before the big M comes to mind. but in fairytales, the hero saves her, and poof! the big M is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does the duration of a rs really matters in answering the big M question? i thought what matters most is the level of comfort in each other lives? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is an exciting week for me. i've cleared my ns medical checkup. i thought i might be posted to pes E status cuz of my eyes. guess i got the meaning of lazy eyes wrongly. hahas. thank goodness, i'm not in pes E! i don't want to chao geng in my army. why waste your 2 years doing nothing constructive in pes E? hahas. but yea, army stuffs cleared. just wait for letter to enlist next year. i seriously don't know if i should be excited or nervous. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project FINAL REPORT FINALLY SUBMITTED! what a HUGE HUGE HUGE boulder lifted off my back and head. and it'll sound so much better next week after my final review! which means, the rest of the time is for planning and preparation of the technofair in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standchart run this sun. i didn't train much actually. but i think i  should still be able to manage this short distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batam trip is confirmed with baby. im'ma checkout those singaporean uncles going there to spend all their retirement fund from cpf on ____________ ( well, you fill in the blanks). hahas. but of course, i'm looking forward to the cheap seafood and hopefully shopping there will be good.&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering, why the hell would a couple go to a place like batam for holiday? hahas. batam is so not romantic and is so cheapo with a reputation of old singaporean men going there for their entertainments. hahas. but then again, it's cheapo. we're cheapskates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go taiwan on the coming feb! ngee ann sucks la. by putting the exam period right after cny. wtf. SP have got their exams before cny. which means they get to enjoy cny all the way til sch reopen la. and cuz of NP's stupid final exam, out taiwan plans might not work out. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-762759985165955628?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/762759985165955628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=762759985165955628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/762759985165955628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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entry pack collection and cars viewing was great. you promised to buy me one. ha! enchanted was fantastic, and it did kick off on a fairytale love. dim sum was great too! watching the merlion and some performers. and i felt so blessed to have you beside me. the chatters we had from esplanade to suntec, in search of the car, to gombak coffee shop for some good pancakes, to continued chats in the car at your place. i had fun. we love it. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm so sorry on what happened over the weekend. i didn't mean to miss you out on that. but i thought i wanted to talk to harry about some stuffs. i know i did wrong and i'm terribly sorry. i promise to keep my promises. let's not look what happened behind us. cuz i'm sure we have a bright future ahead of us to walk to. we are one special lovebirds, and i'm sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love can never be sweeter if there is no you. i'm down with diabetes cuz of this excessive sweetness i'm getting everyday. and soon enough, i'll be getting heart attack cuz my heart beats so fast whenever you plants your lips on mine. and for this, i only wanna be admitted to in your hospital bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you just like bees love honey! beez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i do believe on a happily ever after with you. we will be baby. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R0q52SMQP8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/NJGj_TOJWts/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R0q52SMQP8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/NJGj_TOJWts/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137122667216781250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from your, big head. hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-4890611892065766179?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/4890611892065766179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=4890611892065766179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/4890611892065766179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/4890611892065766179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_26.html' title='=))'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R0q52SMQP8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/NJGj_TOJWts/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8924597978042728774</id><published>2007-11-24T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:19:25.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this post is dedicated to the 5 national rowers who are still missing in the Phnom Penh rivers, Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad to hear such tragedies. and i'm sure, similar boaters across Singapore is hoping that the missing will be found asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as every team based in Singapore, SPC is praying hard for you guys too. many individuals, but hearts are behind you guys in the boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be safe everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8924597978042728774?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8924597978042728774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8924597978042728774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8924597978042728774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8924597978042728774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-this-post-is-dedicated-to-5.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-3997997776159776348</id><published>2007-11-22T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:36:01.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R0UxGSMQP6I/AAAAAAAAALo/TDymm96J1Ms/s1600-h/1_168815288l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R0UxGSMQP6I/AAAAAAAAALo/TDymm96J1Ms/s320/1_168815288l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135564934118129570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R0UxGiMQP7I/AAAAAAAAALw/X-jTjEeOn4M/s1600-h/1_225962388l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R0UxGiMQP7I/AAAAAAAAALw/X-jTjEeOn4M/s320/1_225962388l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135564938413096882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm lost in my woods of words. it just didn't feel right. especially the part where the watery factory starts its production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-3997997776159776348?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/3997997776159776348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=3997997776159776348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3997997776159776348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3997997776159776348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-lost-in-my-woods-of-words.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R0UxGSMQP6I/AAAAAAAAALo/TDymm96J1Ms/s72-c/1_168815288l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-2804836796694868010</id><published>2007-11-19T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:31:42.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i'm still stuck in this shit.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2804836796694868010?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/2804836796694868010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=2804836796694868010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2804836796694868010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2804836796694868010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-im-still-stuck-in-this-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-5775299279822696846</id><published>2007-11-19T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:41:10.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAh_K4yb-k0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAh_K4yb-k0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to this. nice song, great lyrics. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you guys can actually understand how we're doing, and how we went thru our lives, you wouldn't ay things like that and shrug it off with a huge laughter. we don't get our good times everyday. and let's say, where were you when some of us are going thru our bad times? did you even bothered to leave behind a consoling message? or perhaps a phone call or even offered a listening ear? not even a meetup to do some healing thingy? nope. being so comfortable in your comfort zones and take people's bad day as a topic for you to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is this progression of a higher level. moving on into higher heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl come and go. friendships are made, some broken. i've got many friends, many ppl around me. but nothing beats the closest in me. looking back, i'm grateful to harry and alvin. the ones who became my shelter when my weather is rainy. and today, i'm being reminded by them again, that i'm now a different man. a man who should treasure life and its flavours as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sweetest flavours is my missy chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-5775299279822696846?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/5775299279822696846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=5775299279822696846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5775299279822696846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5775299279822696846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-been-listening-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6839941002094557432</id><published>2007-11-19T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:14:08.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have to say that i have the best gf in the world. but i'm not being the best bf for her. my little miss chua hui rong, is the nicest of all. nicest of all the girls around, nicest among all my ex, she's even nicer than the womans i have in my house! thanks for being so nice to me always. for tolerating all my nonsense like not controlling my drinking limits. for resisting the urge to scold me whenever i do something wrong all cuz you didn't want us to start our first argument. thanks for taking such great care of me when i'm drunk that night. for bringing me home, holding me in your arms. thanks for being there when i squat at my toilet bowl and vomit all the sakura stuffs i had before pubbing. thanks for spending the night with me. thanks for looking after the little baby boy in my house when no one is around to look after him. thanks for bringing smiles on my face all the time. and most importantly, thanks for the love you have for me. nothing beats this love. this one girl. we came from different backgrounds. went thru and seen different life experiences ourselves. we each had our own share of witnessing the lives of our friends. and tho it seems kinda the opposite from each other, but i'm sure this did not create any uncertainties in our rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this girl. for making me falling so madly in love with her. she'll always be the nicest girl around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i present you, us. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R0CXyCMQP5I/AAAAAAAAALY/8tQ-WaChPC0/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/R0CXyCMQP5I/AAAAAAAAALY/8tQ-WaChPC0/s320/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134270461039886226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting the brothers i have in my life. with a toast, we're made sworn brothers. no longer we're friends but brothers. joy and sorrow, loneliness and pain, we will all go thru it tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps i'm contended with having my little girl, brothers, family and sufficient wealth to hang out with these ppl. i can never ask for more except these. and yes, more party is coming our way. more wild and crazy times coming our way. and yes, more surprises for baby and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. k box session made me reflect on all these. it's really good to sing our hearts out and let the song speak to our hearts once in a while. you guys should try it really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6839941002094557432?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6839941002094557432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-5546097054598723039</id><published>2007-11-18T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:13:15.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so it was. it was a good weekend, and i obviously had fun. caught a little movie on wed, gameplan. good show it is. and yes, had sakura for dinner last night, to celebrate derrick's and mario's birthday. it was exactly a year when we celebrated it for them at sentosa hotel. which made all of us look like animals and of course, the stunt which mario pulled off! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this year is a little simple. just sakura and pubbing tgt with baby's friends. the 7 of us had 3 bottles of chivas, which made us look drunk. and i mean look drunk only. lol. it feels so nice to have such great company and gathering. i love crowds. especially when the crowds are all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after last night, i'm gonna quit and be a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-5546097054598723039?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/5546097054598723039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=5546097054598723039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5546097054598723039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5546097054598723039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-weekend.html' title='long weekend'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8126181051145968483</id><published>2007-11-16T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T03:52:00.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A walk so rough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a journey that's tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many trillions of images,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buckets of full-filled emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the bad and of the good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it all runs in my blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the joys and the regrets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's made of smiles and sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a note kept in a bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;left drifting in the vast seas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went thru storms and calm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but never got picked up by anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can put theblame on me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can put that blame on fate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a tattoo speaks of art,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but removing them stains a scar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;li's my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;embroidered on this cloth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its colour fades with every wash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need more than a HDTV,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps what i need is real clarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the visions are blurred not by lenses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nor by any forms of distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the confusions are eminent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the courage is low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being busy ain't a minus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it keeps the minors away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being busy tells of tired souls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which translates to the big tears breakout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a significance that seems simple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too bad it's overshadowed by the anti-clockwise of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't complain, be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is just my rightful food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took a look upon my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stained with blood and dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's this hands that creates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's this hands that destroys too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;read me a bedtime story pls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a story with no ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a deep sleep is on the wishlist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and santa, will i have my present this christmas for free?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my life, my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;truly a life with spices and tastes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the songs have lost its tunes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the roses have its thorns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my life my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 years of quality life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a million words to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not one manages to sway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of hate and love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd love to have the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where is it found?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where is it hiding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough of it spencer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8126181051145968483?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8126181051145968483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8126181051145968483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8126181051145968483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8126181051145968483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-life.html' title='my life.'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-4107550908376345134</id><published>2007-11-14T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T02:01:48.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>third fourteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first and foremost, happy birthday little one! say bye to your TEENage years and start saying hello to adulthood! speaking of which, time really passes by so fast. i seriously don't know what i spent my last 20 years of my life on. but hey, i'm 20 going on 21 alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, it's the first celeb i had with her ever since we got tgt. nonetheless, i hope you enjoyed the simple dinner at forbidden city, and as well as the coffee over at tcc. i hope you enjoyed the overnight stay as well, watching saw 4 late into the night. the early afternoon gym was enjoyable for you too, i hope. ha. and not forgetting the spag we made that night. and i hope you like my hair colour! hahas. oh ya, and the simple gift i had for you. you're just as exclusive as the gift. it's for someone like you. =)) let us shine as bright as the 5 tiny blings on it. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm very much looking forward to our batam trip this coming dec. i want good seafood and some simple shopping. and hey, my family will be away during CNY period. which means, i have the entire house for myself, which means i have 2 cars for myself too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep. and i have been dreaming bout bikes, watches, cars and glasses lately. i'm going oh-so crazy over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fourteen.'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-2845513776133933548</id><published>2007-11-08T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:11:56.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regatta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RzKULxdx5nI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-r5eDUVoAhg/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RzKULxdx5nI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-r5eDUVoAhg/s320/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130325855506130546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so, the races are over, the breaks are here. just a little recap on what happened over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 20 men's crew got eliminated during the heats. we could've got into the semi's but were a little unlucky on the timing. we fall short of the milli-seconds. but hey, we were up against big teams in the heats like ntu, mountbatten csc where most of their rowers are national rowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the 20 mixed crew did pretty well in the heats and advanced into semi's. in which, we moved on into the plate's finals and clinch the plate's finals champion. and as for the 10 men crew, we did get into the semi's. but we lost in the semi's at 4th position because the races in both our mixed crew and 10 men crew were back to back races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really an experience for me in this regatta. our heats, semi's and plate's finals were up against many big teams. canadian dragons, ngee ann, ntu, sim, nus, rp etc etc. but the team manage to sustain the competition. we don't see them as threats. instead, we are their threats. not forgetting the fact that a handful of us were rookies paddlers. but we manage to stand strong, fight hard, and get what we want in this regatta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho not many silverwares this time round, this race have made many SPCers see for themselves that we've taken a step further in our progress. from sava, to regatta. a fair margin of improvement. but however, we must strive to improve more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngee ann was very impressive in this regatta. their performance is fantastic, clinching men's national champion and as well as IVP champions. it was a good show, and definately an honour to be able to race alongside with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many dramas in this regatta. fierce competition. clashes. capsizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, i've laid down uncountable sacrifices for this sport. but i've also taken alot out of it. of the times i wished i had more time for myself, today, i felt it's all worth me giving up many of my free time to commit to the many training sessions per week. i've made many good friends, i've understood the power of teamwork. it has taught me that with the correct state of mind, we can achieve things we never thought we can in our lifetime. i've see many different individual hearts coming together to train. but when we're in the boat rowing, i see not many hearts. but one big heart and soul, on passionate fire, to train together as a team. the motivations, the scoldings, the pain, the joy. it was all worth it. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to face the fact that this might be my last race. hopefully, i'm able to make it for MR500 on the coming march, before i enlist for ns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, here's a pic of me taken during lecture. was kinda bored with friends and so we started taking pics. i didn't know i have such sexxxxxxxeeeeeeeyyyyy legs. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RzKUABdx5mI/AAAAAAAAALI/Wxp3Tdk8VzM/s1600-h/DSC00029+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RzKUABdx5mI/AAAAAAAAALI/Wxp3Tdk8VzM/s320/DSC00029+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130325653642667618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now, i kinda missed the sun, sand, sea water at kallang. hahas. i missed the good ol' tough training during this 2 or 3 weeks break. and the great company too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat, an early celebration dinner for cutie's birthday at indochine ACM. happy birthday sweetie! so sorry that i'm always so busy recently. our meetups are limited to late night short meetings instead of a entire day out for dating. thanks for being so understanding all these while. and this weekend, i promise we'll enjoy from sat all the way to sun. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then guys, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2845513776133933548?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/2845513776133933548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=2845513776133933548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2845513776133933548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2845513776133933548'/><link 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many more. tomorrow's results, will be the fruits of our labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22hearts. one boat. one soul on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore River Regatta 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-1814577815131907500?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/1814577815131907500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=1814577815131907500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1814577815131907500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2224876253155997631?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/2224876253155997631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=2224876253155997631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2224876253155997631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2224876253155997631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/11/tears-symbolizes-utmost-desire-to-break.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-1859767390604654395</id><published>2007-11-01T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T04:01:23.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good night spent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a night out with some buddies after training, was indeed enjoyable and fun. it all started with the desire for some little hip hop action, in which i sat there and watch the entire show, to traveling all the way to west coast for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great night, with the cool breeze and light traffic. it seems that the moon is fading, and the stars are losing its shine. or perhaps something is wrong with my appreciation for these supposedly beautiful mother nature. too much have happened recently. too many shit going through my life lately. and i simply refuse to talk about it cuz i just don't feel like it. ppl ask why am i so crazy all the time, cracking lame jokes and doing lame stuffs while smiling and laughing happily so naturally. but i do have my bad hair days, and i didn't expect them to be this worse this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call it running away from my foes of thoughts, but i simply don't have the courage to face what i'm feeling right now. i do have many great and wonderful friends around. whom they have their own share of problems. they talk about it all the time, and perhaps a problem shared is a problem halved. i thought by keeping myself busy with all my commitments would prolly distract me from all these. but instead, it turned itself into an ugly monster. i train hard, which resulted in my shoulder injury. i work hard, which resulted me not getting enough good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i could hug an angel and cry my hearts out under its wings, but it's impossible. i just want to have fun, not getting reprimanded for the fun i'm having. if god would save the queen, why wouldn't he save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps my buddies are right. i should probe into the pasts. that'll leave my questions answered. but i don't want to talk about it. at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all search enthusiastically for romance. and indeed, this search ain't easy. but romance is like chocolates. some sweet, some bitter. however, in the context of chocolates alone, i love bitter chocolates. =) as the name suggests, my chemical romance ain't mixing well. this weird potion is turning my heads round and round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss driving around late into the night. i miss the excitement in my life. i miss the surprises i get from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate this fatigue i get from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is often said that it takes 2 hands to clap. but it's also often said that there's 2 sides to a coin. at some point of time, a particular side will be over the other when it's flipped. it is tough to get an equal balance of both. which kinda suggest that some will give in more than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what crap i get from life, i did however, managed to appreciate a little about mother nature. sold some of my time at night safari in exchanged for monetary gains, gave me an opportunity to take free tram rides and watch free animal shows. of all the animals i've seen, i'm most in awe of the ones such as the rhino, hippo, elephants, tigers, lions. it is interesting to see how on earth did the creator manage to carve out such huge and wonderful animals. i told myself, if i'm rich one day, i'm gonna adopt the rhino, lions and tigers. i want the full grown elephants too! i love animals! and maybe one day, i might want to be a zoologist. it's true that one must be truthful to oneself, simply by doing the things you like. why work for a bank when your interest is in advertising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is weird. it is often hard to do the things we want. and i wonder what kind of lessons are we suppose to take out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to regatta. and i'm not sure if having this 3 weeks break is a good thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring the colours of the moon and stars back to me can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-1859767390604654395?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/1859767390604654395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-4536797354652855181</id><published>2007-10-30T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T06:06:11.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for once in my lifetime, i actually hated the existence of the backspace button. especially when i see myself hitting on it numerous times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-4536797354652855181?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/4536797354652855181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-621855682020698066</id><published>2007-10-25T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:40:22.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a small little conversation made me realised that perhaps, it's good not to rush things. let nature take its course. we can never force an animal to speed up the growing process. cuz if we do, it'll lose its taste and beauty of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we often try not to regret on the decisions we made in this short life. however, we do encounter certain instances when we start to regret on the decisions we make. and it's almost certainly similar to lies. with the first lie spouted, comes the second to cover the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the many life stories i've encountered recently, i've learn how to weigh the odds in a more preferred way. with every bombardment of the disadvantages, the human mind might bend into believing that disadvantages. try doing the same thing but in a situation whereby you try bombarding it with advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, when confusion struck, we're just like a compass with its needle spinning in all directions. and with this desperation to break free from this confusion, we begin to search for answers, not knowing which is the right and which is the wrong answers. everyone will have their fair share of the pie on getting lost in their ways and thoughts. it's just so coincidental that all of us will be getting lost together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i'm lost, will anyone come searching for me to retrieve me from my losses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well, another thoughts for me to think about for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days. Singapore River Regatta.&lt;br /&gt;ready and reach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-621855682020698066?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/621855682020698066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=621855682020698066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/621855682020698066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/621855682020698066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-5066161880138992099</id><published>2007-10-24T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:20:40.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the lack of sleep over the weekend is taking a toil on my sleeping clock. hi, it's 2am, and i'm blogging. and it's IS tmr, 8am lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some updates over the weekend. had a sumptuous dinner with family at malaysia. it's been awhile we last had a family outing like this. just my parents, siblings and me. away from grandparents and maid. and as usual, i'm the driver despite the fact that i barely had enough sleep. 12hrs out of the 48 hrs? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i forgot to mention our chicken rice feast at beach road. man i tell ya. we order half white chicken and half roasted chicken. added char siew, roast pork and a plate of veg. each of us had 2 servings of rice. total cost of meal? 32bucks. damn worth it ah. that's how much 5 guys can eat after training. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of training, what was spoken, kinda stirred something in me. this might be my last, or maybe second last race before ns. judging at the team's performance, i think we might be able to make it. and after not running for about a month after my napha, i decided i should start running again. i'm looking into stretching my miles, not just limiting myself till running to batok. who knows? maybe one day i'll try running till jurong town hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in this month, i've witness joys, witness sorrows. i've witness the unification of 2, i've witness the fall of 2. i've seen the many future planning, i've seen some dark sides of man. i've seen ppl smiling, i've seen ppl shedding tears. indeed, october has been a dramatic one for the ppl around me. ppl should have fun in this oktoberfest! and i'm just glad that i went thru it with much ease. i'm thankful. =)) i've also witness the utmost desire for changes. the pure determination. and how these determination might be viewed as an irritation to some. but still, determination is not cheap. not many even have a single teaspoon of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but trust me. november's gonna be even greater to be in. supposing that things pretty turns out the way i predict. and in less than 2 weeks time, the most anticipated day for SPC is here. and ahoy, the greatest and largest expenditure to date for me will be here soon. i'm excited. stay tune and let me boast about it when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then guys. have a great wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-5066161880138992099?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/5066161880138992099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=5066161880138992099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5066161880138992099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5066161880138992099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/owl.html' title='owl'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-7990465008781130018</id><published>2007-10-20T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:29:38.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need it.&lt;br /&gt;and i want it.&lt;br /&gt;even if it means going through muscle tears,&lt;br /&gt;or broken bones,&lt;br /&gt;i have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a promise for success.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;mind over body,&lt;br /&gt;the body does not rule the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train hard. see results.&lt;br /&gt;don't think. just do it.&lt;br /&gt;don't think. just row.&lt;br /&gt;don't think. just focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the lead,&lt;br /&gt;and extend that lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, is the day i reflect on my progress.&lt;br /&gt;how much have i improved?&lt;br /&gt;how much have i progressed?&lt;br /&gt;and today, is the day my limits will be tested.&lt;br /&gt;tested for the ultimate battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-7990465008781130018?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/7990465008781130018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=7990465008781130018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9JGj0-9DQp"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9JGj0-9DQp" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm addicted to this rather old song for days. been replaying em' all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let's talk about the late night 18th till early 19th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg-Kvrx13I/AAAAAAAAAKc/S6dC2F_-Abg/s1600-h/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg-Kvrx13I/AAAAAAAAAKc/S6dC2F_-Abg/s320/DSC00029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122912930453641074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg97vrx12I/AAAAAAAAAKU/F0z89pJ28Oo/s1600-h/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg97vrx12I/AAAAAAAAAKU/F0z89pJ28Oo/s320/DSC00028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122912672755603298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poked in the ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg9u_rx11I/AAAAAAAAAKM/_qsASf0I_lQ/s1600-h/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg9u_rx11I/AAAAAAAAAKM/_qsASf0I_lQ/s320/DSC00025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122912453712271186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg9dvrx10I/AAAAAAAAAKE/4iJMyd89nqo/s1600-h/DSC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg9dvrx10I/AAAAAAAAAKE/4iJMyd89nqo/s320/DSC00023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122912157359527746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg8E_rx1zI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gGF7Lur1rHA/s1600-h/DSC00798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg8E_rx1zI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gGF7Lur1rHA/s320/DSC00798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122910632646137650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and our phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went far east, after which, walked to cine for our movies with some friends as well. lust and caution. kinda long winded, tho there's some parts worth laughing and talking about. ha! go watch it. but don't take into account of the story line. focus much of your attention to the minor details of the scene. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie, pub. which kinda explains my absence for today's proj day. i really did sleep well after that couple of drinks. plus the rain, oh man. it's hard to resist the temptations! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bank statement came and i was shock to see how much i've spent the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, see you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8532765717016541757?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rxg-Kvrx13I/AAAAAAAAAKc/S6dC2F_-Abg/s72-c/DSC00029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-547570020935604078</id><published>2007-10-17T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T05:35:42.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=()</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrist injury. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's worse when i don't even know how it came about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things are like a puzzle. and now, the picture is complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-547570020935604078?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/547570020935604078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=547570020935604078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/547570020935604078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/547570020935604078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='=()'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8549144520696516257</id><published>2007-10-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:10:50.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR SALE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm thinking of selling my psp. cuz am planning to either get an ipod vid or probably wait for ps3, and am still aiming for that samsung lcd tv. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any takers? used only for 3 months and still in tip top condition with no scratches! white in colour and package includes a 4GB card. version 3.51 which means you can play both downloaded games, as well as the latest versions of UMD games! any bidders? e-mail me at iam-spencer@hotmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8549144520696516257?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8549144520696516257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8549144520696516257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8549144520696516257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8549144520696516257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-sale.html' title='FOR SALE!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-339681095068739515</id><published>2007-10-14T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:19:32.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe we're trying, trying too hard... hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJWIVUt1Pq0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJWIVUt1Pq0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and each time i turn to this, it brings me to my world of deep thoughts. so real. so true. happiness lingers. yet it seems that something is missing. a simple click of search, didn't respond to my quest. perhaps the answer that i'm searching for ain't in any search engine. the problem lies in the configuration of my thoughts. and why spencer, why are you so different these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and smile. it's the 14th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-339681095068739515?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/339681095068739515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6743535256358243402</id><published>2007-10-13T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:44:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>golden lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love gold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoo. very the nice. i like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6743535256358243402?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6743535256358243402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6743535256358243402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6743535256358243402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6743535256358243402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/golden-lifestyle.html' title='golden lifestyle'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-239491216610166535</id><published>2007-10-13T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:58:41.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random rantings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want a ps3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the search for the understanding of men and woman continues. you'll be surprised at how much one is opposite to the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh yea.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-239491216610166535?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/239491216610166535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=239491216610166535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/239491216610166535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/239491216610166535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-rantings.html' title='random rantings.'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-5769114884503524807</id><published>2007-10-11T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:40:51.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it feels so good to dig out the stuffs which contained bulk of memories of my secondary school days! flipped thru' class photos, year books. talking bout different ppl, gossiping about others whom are not very much good in the things they do. laughed at some of them. recalling names of friends. but the most enjoyable part is seeing how much we've all grown over the years. looking at pictures of us while in sec 1, moving on to sec 2 and now. our cca photos. sports day. cross-country. i pretty much miss my sec sch days. those fond memories. my mischievous days with teachers. some pretty good teachers that impacted my life in a great way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm all about you, baby. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-5769114884503524807?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/5769114884503524807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=5769114884503524807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5769114884503524807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5769114884503524807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-1364554653879891040</id><published>2007-10-09T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:00:45.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsVDs_c2JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pGZSOi_VFww/s1600-h/55austinmini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsVDs_c2JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pGZSOi_VFww/s320/55austinmini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119208554797783186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsVDs_c2KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/epuFmqolIAg/s1600-h/111_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsVDs_c2KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/epuFmqolIAg/s320/111_art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119208554797783202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsVD8_c2LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lJtD5mEBDWc/s1600-h/awesome_vespa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsVD8_c2LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lJtD5mEBDWc/s320/awesome_vespa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119208559092750514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooh my! i'm so crazy over vintage cars recently. that i actually surfed the net in search of some of my most desired vintage! ain't the morris mini a beaut? even the vespa too! ooh. old school vintage. i like. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for vintage, i still do however like to show you what's my next few in line which i've developed a indescribable feeling to. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUi8_c2FI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wt2jHU2fO8g/s1600-h/golf_gti.FlashResource.8830.ImageLarge.Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUi8_c2FI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wt2jHU2fO8g/s320/golf_gti.FlashResource.8830.ImageLarge.Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119207992157067346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Volkswagen Golf GTI. whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUjc_c2GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zzTuKNfxCUM/s1600-h/photos_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUjc_c2GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zzTuKNfxCUM/s320/photos_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119208000747001954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nissan Murano. big is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUjc_c2HI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R7der2x7uHA/s1600-h/SP32-20060824-125751_1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUjc_c2HI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R7der2x7uHA/s320/SP32-20060824-125751_1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119208000747001970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lexus LS450. ultimate in luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUjs_c2II/AAAAAAAAAJE/LQmCbi4iggY/s1600-h/Volvo_XC90_02_04_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUjs_c2II/AAAAAAAAAJE/LQmCbi4iggY/s320/Volvo_XC90_02_04_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119208005041969282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Volvo XC90. look at its bulk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUBM_c2AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pi7zfX-3Zt4/s1600-h/10391_0_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUBM_c2AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pi7zfX-3Zt4/s320/10391_0_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119207412336482306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audi TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUBM_c2BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/a09P7ow7XKo/s1600-h/Camry4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUBM_c2BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/a09P7ow7XKo/s320/Camry4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119207412336482322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toyota Camry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUBc_c2CI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zIS5_ul4hE8/s1600-h/Copie+de+mercedes-cls-class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUBc_c2CI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zIS5_ul4hE8/s320/Copie+de+mercedes-cls-class.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119207416631449634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mercedes CLS Coupe. i love its sleek design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUBs_c2DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NzM5BctI2u8/s1600-h/estima_2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUBs_c2DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NzM5BctI2u8/s320/estima_2_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119207420926416946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toyota Estima. ooh ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUB8_c2EI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OD4LpVxQuhg/s1600-h/evo-x-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsUB8_c2EI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OD4LpVxQuhg/s320/evo-x-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119207425221384258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new EVO X! damn nice la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsThc_c17I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kpTTD0Je234/s1600-h/6series_coupe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsThc_c17I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kpTTD0Je234/s320/6series_coupe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119206866875635634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BMW 6 Series. BMW never fails to come up with something impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsThs_c18I/AAAAAAAAAHk/XSsa51OzvFo/s1600-h/07_Mazda_CX7_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsThs_c18I/AAAAAAAAAHk/XSsa51OzvFo/s320/07_Mazda_CX7_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119206871170602946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mazda CX-7. the first mazda that i actually fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsThs_c19I/AAAAAAAAAHs/XQwJei_r5pI/s1600-h/10047_0_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsThs_c19I/AAAAAAAAAHs/XQwJei_r5pI/s320/10047_0_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119206871170602962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toyota Mark-X. nothing special bout this actually.i just like its engine in this small cabin size. V6 engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsTh8_c1-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/1j_3Q3Sy6HI/s1600-h/10064_1_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsTh8_c1-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/1j_3Q3Sy6HI/s320/10064_1_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119206875465570274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Subaru Impreza WRX STI. Rally champion car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, i'm a car fanatic. but i do love bike as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsXeM_c2OI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/H1u_8Udv9So/s1600-h/631186500l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsXeM_c2OI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/H1u_8Udv9So/s320/631186500l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119211209087572194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yamaha R1. i like its headlights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsXS8_c2NI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZccRk1Izl20/s1600-h/472915499l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsXS8_c2NI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZccRk1Izl20/s320/472915499l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119211015814043858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suzuki GSX-R. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after seeing the audition, who wants to buy ANY one of these for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-1364554653879891040?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/1364554653879891040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=1364554653879891040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1364554653879891040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1364554653879891040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/wheels.html' title='wheels!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwsVDs_c2JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pGZSOi_VFww/s72-c/55austinmini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-862635185168946693</id><published>2007-10-07T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:41:25.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and after 2 nights, i'm back home! didn't do much over the weekend basically. spent our time eating, sleeping. visited wild wild wet, changi village, geylang for dim sum, not forgetting the airport runway which i've been yearning to go for a very long time alr. i simply love planes. being on the ground for my entire life, have taken a toil on me physically, mentally and emotionally. flying makes me high. it makes me happy. which explains why i love drinking. and puffing. high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we finally got our new phone! sony ericsson's k810i! damn nice, and it's red in colour. that's besides the point as the main thing is, rong and myself have the same phone! in the same colour! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum complained and nag at me for swiping a total of 400bucks on the supp card last month. she threatened to confiscate it if i overspend my money. but seriously, i didn't overspend! she started nagging more when i ask her to supp another standard chartered card for me. whoo, don't singaporeans love benefits, discounts, privileges, and priority treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love. why restrain both parties when both do truly love each other? we all know that it could be human nature that we only realise our mistakes when we really lose something we love. but don't we know that it's also human nature that sometimes, we only realise that we do love that something only when we start to lose it. if you guys get what i mean. choosing to live in total misery, or choosing to live in misery with at least some pinch of happiness. which will you choose? it ain't easy to find someone you'd truly wanna be with. it's gonna be tougher to maintain the elements of a rs. but yet, it is often very easy to break the relationship that is still as fragile as a thin plate of glass. it takes 2 hands to clap. very much like chopsticks which comes in a pair. everything is suppose to look and be perfect in pairs. just like we have a pair of eyes, ears. a pair of nostrils. hands and legs. even our butts are separated into 2 but we need both sides to sit! so my dearest buddy, don't give up on chances yet. have you ever thought that maybe this is the destiny that is long written even before we're born? the destiny to go thru this, as a pair? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet, the outward expression of being happy could not mean anything. the thing is, happiness, is still the unseen spirit that does not have a definite formula for us to calculate on, predicting where it can be sought from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, are you satisfied with your happiness level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then guys, see you. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-862635185168946693?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/862635185168946693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=862635185168946693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/862635185168946693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/862635185168946693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/home.html' title='home!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8131488825416170180</id><published>2007-10-05T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T03:17:54.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XehSqSB5T1g" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song have been on my mind the entire day. nice tune and meaningful lyrics. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8131488825416170180?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8131488825416170180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8131488825416170180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8131488825416170180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8131488825416170180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-song-have-been-on-my-mind-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-4929652680023347675</id><published>2007-10-04T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T15:39:44.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's a day filled with the K's around. Kenny rogers for dinner, and K box for entertainment. and got KO after the entertainment. a short night, that dived right into the early morning, but fun. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a weird dream last night. something scary. ha. but yea. big boys nightmare. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those thoughts bombardment thingy is kinda killing me. i refuse to submit to it. at least, am still trying. when you're stuck in this confusion, the desperation to break free is huge. why? i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-4929652680023347675?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/4929652680023347675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=4929652680023347675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/4929652680023347675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/4929652680023347675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/k.html' title='k.'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-2801078491413645468</id><published>2007-10-03T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:32:07.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwNFT8_c15I/AAAAAAAAAHM/s0utF_LQjBo/s1600-h/1_679529995l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwNFT8_c15I/AAAAAAAAAHM/s0utF_LQjBo/s320/1_679529995l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117009810715105170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;many hearts, one soul on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2801078491413645468?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/2801078491413645468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=2801078491413645468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2801078491413645468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2801078491413645468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/passion.html' title='passion.'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwNFT8_c15I/AAAAAAAAAHM/s0utF_LQjBo/s72-c/1_679529995l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-4932474116030411306</id><published>2007-10-02T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:29:16.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penny for thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where does it come from, this quest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a need to solve life's mysteries or the questions can never be answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why are we here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is the soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why do we dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not yearning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but that's not human nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nor the human heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that, is not why we are here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet still we struggle to make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to change the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to dream of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never knowing of certain who we'll be along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who among the world of strangers will hold our hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touch our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and share the pain of triumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we dream of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we dream of change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fire, love and of death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the dream becomes real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the answers to this quest, it's need to solve life's mysteries finally shows itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like a glowing light of a new dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much struggle for meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then the end, we find the meaning in each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our shared experience of the fantastic, and the mundane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the simple human need to find the answers, to connect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and our hearts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are not alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-4932474116030411306?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/4932474116030411306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=4932474116030411306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/4932474116030411306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/4932474116030411306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/10/penny-for-thoughts.html' title='penny for thoughts'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6750817361661402755</id><published>2007-10-02T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:21:34.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy meal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i took my little baby out to town today. it's just me, and him. talking bout father-ly love huh. lol. after town, brought him to KAP mac for his happy meal. here's a pic of him and his magnolia milk. damn adorable! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwFDM8_c14I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Zy7jE-_blw8/s1600-h/01102007403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RwFDM8_c14I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Zy7jE-_blw8/s320/01102007403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116444541479344002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my another grown-up baby came to meet us after her lessons at KAP too. we cabbed back to my place cuz the little one, poo-ed. and i forgot to bring extra pampers. he stained his pants which in turn, stained the cab's seat. and the adult baby had to wipe it clean with tissue papers. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor little baby. he was so tired when he reached home. that when he sat on his baby chair, he have his head leaned on the table. just like the way i would sleep in class. so damn funny la! my entire family is like laughing. hahas. but well well well, this lil boy sure did have fun going out with me. i'm like his father. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop eating excessively and continue running. it's not the time for me to grow fat. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always hated digging up my past and re-examine it once again. but today was not something which i deliberately dug up. i'm beginning to hate the "what ifs" in my daily pondering. no, it does not do me any good.  =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, some memories are worth keeping. some not. just like when i had supper with mark and john, my sec sch buddies. and they still do remember my sec sch nicknames! which is something that it's worth keeping tabs on. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's getting late. time to join my big baby in lala-land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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thingy. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got many things to look forward to! damn excited and hope things will pretty much turn out well for me! whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th-7th Oct =&gt; chalet. =))&lt;br /&gt;3rd-4th Nov =&gt; Singapore River Regatta. =))&lt;br /&gt;14th Nov =&gt; Miss-lil-princess's birthday. =)))&lt;br /&gt;28th Nov =&gt;NS medical checkup. =()&lt;br /&gt;2nd Dec =&gt; Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon Run 2007. =)))&lt;br /&gt;25th Dec =&gt; CHRISTMAS! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excitable. exciting. excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rv9dWM_c12I/AAAAAAAAAG0/odSngRz09Uo/s1600-h/_O9I1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rv9dWM_c12I/AAAAAAAAAG0/odSngRz09Uo/s320/_O9I1289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115910337742034786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and SPC, ready and reeeach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-1858999357796374688?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/1858999357796374688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=1858999357796374688&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1858999357796374688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1858999357796374688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/09/training.html' title='training'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rv9dWM_c12I/AAAAAAAAAG0/odSngRz09Uo/s72-c/_O9I1289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-326708991498011590</id><published>2007-09-28T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:36:17.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/FaI3AdFT0nY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i'm all about you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day it was yesterday! napha cleared to be exact. i'm kinda glad and satisfied that it's over and with good results. couldn't hit my initial target of full marks for every stations. instead, got only 27 out of 30 points. all full marks except my 2.4run and standing broad jump. but still, gold for napha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day it was yesterday too. dinner and jurong point. something special. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple is perfection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-326708991498011590?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-1505040648613392460</id><published>2007-09-25T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:59:55.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RviXhs_c11I/AAAAAAAAAGs/TnNOdPTsryc/s1600-h/20092007394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RviXhs_c11I/AAAAAAAAAGs/TnNOdPTsryc/s320/20092007394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114003982147966802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chao geng and gei siao. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is perfectly good for me, if you guys are rather curious bout my life. served time at this restaurant bar recommended by my queen of chao geng over at dempsey hill last sat with good pay but little-work-done job. nice ambience, good alfresco nua-ing session if you were to visit Angle's Share. they have their own wine cellar and dozens of samsung lcd tv in their indoor dining area. oh boy, how i wished one of em' is mine. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town the next day, entertained by chuck and larry, desserts at meastro-bistro(the food, place, servers kinda sucked) and met up with some friends and slack til 3am at their place. chao geng spend the night with me, watching discovery channel til morning before diving into our deep sleeps. thus explaining our absence in my VPP in sch, and her first day of back-to-a-new-semester class. ha! had steamboat or should i say yong tau hu feast at a friend's place before heading home round midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying life. happening lives! chalet, genting, thailand. whoo. happening, but not much financing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the guards of departures is lurking around us, wanting to take us away, there's no running away from it. why not just submit to it as we're slaves of life. one note to take, walk this journey well. cuz that's what matters most. leave a trail of footprints, so that others who're still in this road could say "thanks for the memories".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;try forcing me to say "i love you" to you again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-1505040648613392460?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/1505040648613392460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6789261079645234306</id><published>2007-09-25T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:45:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chalet on 5th oct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very very very last min decision made last night. and it's plan execution today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6789261079645234306?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6789261079645234306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-3573072937401216616</id><published>2007-09-21T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:26:39.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple night. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RvMld8_c10I/AAAAAAAAAGk/VJoaqwXFfyA/s1600-h/20092007401-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RvMld8_c10I/AAAAAAAAAGk/VJoaqwXFfyA/s320/20092007401-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112471198514337602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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=)'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RvMld8_c10I/AAAAAAAAAGk/VJoaqwXFfyA/s72-c/20092007401-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-9184147797049952282</id><published>2007-09-20T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T04:50:58.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On the 14 Sept 2007 (Fri) at about 9:45am, a friend, Liu Xia (Alex) met with an accident. The accident took place at the junction of Bukit Batok Street 25 and Bukit Batok Ave 6. The motorbike that he was riding on, a Honda CB400 Blue, FT2072, was hit by a silver car driven by a lady of 40 years old. The lady driver was turning right into Bukit Batok Ave 2 and the friend was travelling straight (right of way). Somehow or rather, we didn't know why this lady driver didn't see this oncoming bike and knocked him down. He was just another junction away before reaching home. The impact of this crash caused the friend to fly a distant, and in the process, smashing his helmet. he was sent to hospital but unfortunately, he couldn't make it. He died of skull fracture and internal bleeding on 15 sept 2007 at 1030hrs. Both local chinese newspaper have published reports on this accident on the 15 sept. He is only 21 years in age, having just celebrated his 21st birthday in august. He is still so young and have yet to really see the entire world. And now, he's leaving us just like that. He leaves behind his aged parents, elder brother, elder sister, relatives and beloved friends. A life is lost and nothing else matters anymore. Even if a million bucks is given in compensation, nothing will ever make this being alive again. Nothing will ever bring back a son to his parents, a buddy to his friends. Nothing will heal the heartache and sufferings that his parents and friends are going through. All we want is the facts and then we can have a proper closure on this unfortunate and heartbreaking event. We're appealing to members of the public, who have witness the accident to come forward and provide information regarding the accident. Anyone with information, please approach the police or call them at 1800-547-1818.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RvF-XdQi4WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Le1PpE9-kPk/s1600-h/IMG_0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RvF-XdQi4WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Le1PpE9-kPk/s320/IMG_0499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112005993498337634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;life is fragile. treasure the ppl around you. life is unpredictable. if death is to strike upon us, there's no running away from it. perhaps we can cheat death once, or maybe twice. we can never cheat death as and when we like it. no one would seek death. it's always death seeking to take us away. 2 events happened this year regarding deaths on bike. i felt that this is not a case where we can escape from it. when our time is up, it's up. what we can do is to treasure the ppl around us. do not wait til the passing away of a beloved before you even realised the value of that beloved in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda sad actually. many dreams unfulfilled, many sights unseen. many things undone, many words unsaid. leaving just like that. so, take this chance to express your love for the ppl around you. your friends, family, partners. everyone. always be the kind of person you ought to be. thus' avoiding the term "too late to regret".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's nice meeting up old friends. talked about the past that we all shared in sec sch, laughed alot about it. current progress, future plans. a little gossip, a little sharing. and after so many years, i didn't expect that my decisions still do affect the past. it's been hanging around me for so long. this guilt, have strained the friendship for a very long time. i suppose i'm just gonna let it be. since it's been so long, why not just let it be, right? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry baby, if i made you feel that i'm trying to avoid this relationship. but that wasn't what i meant in the first place. it was just a little fooling with friends on the game of "for you to know and for you to find out". i wanted to tell them the truth only when they probe further but they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still thankful and proud to have you. where can i find such a very understanding girl? it must've been tough for you. cuz of my very tight schedules and sleepy days. busy with training, work, VPP. 3days of training per week. 2 nights of overnight shift per week. 5 days of project days that i need to attend per week. the time i can take out for us is only this little. and never once did you complain about me not spending enough time for you. never once did you even complain that i spend time with you with much tiredness in my eyes and soul. it's been weeks we last went out to play. i'm so sorry. but i promise that i will do so when everything is pretty much settled and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times i missed you so much that i felt like ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-9184147797049952282?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/9184147797049952282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=9184147797049952282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/9184147797049952282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/9184147797049952282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/09/20th.html' title='20th'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RvF-XdQi4WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Le1PpE9-kPk/s72-c/IMG_0499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6405047553411022372</id><published>2007-09-17T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:58:47.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sava sprints international 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;months of training, and the race is here and finally over. how did we fare? so here's it. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we managed to qualify for 500m and 200m Men's and Woman's Plate Finals. we ranked 4th in the 500m Mixed Grand Finals, 4th in the 200m Men's Grand Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho there isn't any medals or plates won this time round, i would say that at least, the team did well. in all our heats, semis, and finals, we were up against strong teams like NTU, NUS, RP, Philippines National Team, Mountbatten CSC. those were the big boys with many years of experience under their belt. for a team like SPC with the majority of us still schooling (and not yet completed our NS for a matter of fact), getting such results is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what surprises me most is that we were only about a second behind NTU in our 200m Men's heats clinching 2nd placing. not only that, we manage to beat Ngee Ann Alumni in our Men's 500m heats as well. Also not forgetting being able to beat some of the RP and SP teams. we were only a mere micro-seconds behind Mountbatten CSC in the 200m Men's Grand Finals. as well as beating NTU and SP in the grand finals. and if you didn't know, Mountbatten CSC is damn good. with most of their paddlers in the national team. for SPC to achieve such astonishing results, perhaps it is quite good enough. and mind you, this in an international race. with the Philippines National team being invited to race along side with us. Philippines took us with awe when they raced against their every competitors. beating other boats and clinching 1st placing in heats and semis by finishing the race ahead of the others about 1-2 boats length. that's how damn fast they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep down, the hunger of winning is strong. but perhaps in terms of winning at least a medal in the men's 200m, it takes a little of luck to overcome that micro-second difference in timing. we used to laugh about the previous race where the SPC men's team won the plate finals ahead of NUS with a difference of 2 micro-seconds as well. it's kinda sad that it actually happened to us yesterday. but alas, it's an experience for the entire team. and perhaps it is in this race where we will take our experience into the upcoming river regatta on nov 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, a good race. with many good sandwiches, macaronis, pizzas, mac, drinks and beers. not forgetting the company and the bonding we all shared. i realised that we all trained as one, got screwed by our coach as one, cheered as one, fight for our placings as one, defeat others and got defeated as one, laughed and encouraged as one. although i do not agree about some of the stuffs that happened yesterday, but i've come to terms with it that maybe, perhaps they do really have a reason behind it. afterall, it is for the good of the team. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPC! READY AND REEEACH! WHOOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very long and tiring weekend for me. ha! but owells, i'm a little free in time this week. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received an sms last night saying that life is unfair. i guess perhaps life is fair. maybe it's just that we don't feel it that way. think about the times when things do go according to your plan. maybe it isn't right to weigh between the both. but well, do we say that life is unfair to us when things go well for us? no right. comments, rumours, gossips should be pushed aside. if we take them to heart, it's gonna affect us ultimately. not the ones who say it freely. i stumbled upon this on a fellow friend's nick. it says "talk is cheap because supply exceeds demand". how true my friend. so just ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss junk foooooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6405047553411022372?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6405047553411022372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6405047553411022372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6405047553411022372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6405047553411022372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/09/sava-sprints-international-3.html' title='sava sprints international 3'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8333131409765101657</id><published>2007-09-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:19:17.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just got back from sending little girl home. it's the 14th. a simple day that i simply spent on sleeping. i should've known. today can be a much more meaningful day. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;race tmr. as we submit ourselves to the spirit of the dragon, may the dragon bless us with bags of medals. SPC! ready and reeeach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew this would happen one day. just didn't expect it to be so soon. why am i feeling in such a way. it sucks. perhaps, not having free time could be a good thing. i wouldn't think of things like this. or even make a big fucking deal out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napha results improved. tho still not to my expectation.&lt;br /&gt;2.4km - 10:54mins (my target - 10:15)&lt;br /&gt;pull ups- 16 (my target - 20)&lt;br /&gt;sit ups- 49 (my target - 55)&lt;br /&gt;shuttle run - 10.93s (my target - 10.5s)&lt;br /&gt;standing broad jump - 215cm (my target - 220cm)&lt;br /&gt;sit and reach - 36cm (my target - 45cm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i can stretch really well. but why can't i do well in my sit and reach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results out. i could've done better. expected at least an A in my BEI. turns out to be a B instead. GPA for this sem is 3. cumulative average GPA thus' far remains at 3 as well. with a GPA of 3, how to go uni? see, everything is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i laid and stared at my clock to finish a one minute cycle. and i allowed pain to consume the better of me inside. afterwhich i said, that's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8333131409765101657?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8333131409765101657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8333131409765101657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8333131409765101657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8333131409765101657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/09/14th.html' title='14th'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-2823933939642408671</id><published>2007-09-12T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:44:08.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got slapped by a simple revelation lately. that is, to stop neglecting my projects. not neglecting to be exact. i do think about my project every now and then. all the planning, the dreading.lol. but i felt maybe i could do better. and i should do better. that is why, i so feel like quitting my night job so that i can have enough sleep to go to school for my project. any job offers to intro? ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my project's professor from NTU made a surprise visit yesterday. we were totally unprepared at all. thank goodness that he's satisfied at what we have produced thus far. speaking of which, this project kinda made me realised the importance of optics and its applications. and the amount of revenue that this area can generate. however, it is still a very tedious subject to look into. especially when we don't get enough funding from our own school. so much so that we need to use their industrial-sponsored funds. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been rather busy lately. was thinking of cutting down on one of them so that i'd have enough time for myself and other stuffs. definately not on baby, tho she suggested it so freely yesterday. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, sava this sat and sun. napha at the end of the month. and i'm still deciding on the standard chartered run thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things on my mind and too many things that i need to attend to. too much that i got no time to think about life. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then, see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2823933939642408671?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/2823933939642408671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=2823933939642408671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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has love come to these days? when the rare sights of true love surfaced itself, it brings tears to the eyes. i guess like all other things or issues, it mutates over time. with every second ticking, everything is changing. love is strong. love is comforting. love brings out the weakness in us. love proves the reliance that everyone needs in his/her life. a rare sight of love between a father and daughter almost moved me to tears. sacrificial love. giving up everything for the one you cared and loved so much for. repaying the gratitude. i find that it's these simple things that we all do, do make the one you cared so much for understand the love you have for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only a simple 80th birthday celebration for mum's friend. his daughter took the initiative to invite his friends at some restaurant. took time off from her rather busy schedule to do up presentation slides. as she present the slides to the about 150 guest and shared with us about the life of her beloved father, her voice shivered, with the occasional stutter, and definately the tears. sacrificial love between the 2 of them. some guest teared as well. even more teared when the daughter sang a song to her father in the eyes of the entire congregation. that's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked myself, what is today's love like? many loves i've seen. it's the first that such love actually moved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-16sept 2007; upper seletar reservoir. catch Singapore Paddles Club bag all titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a fellow team mate suggested that i should sign up for the Standard Chartered marathon run. the distance? a big and long 42km. i said, crazy. i don't even have the stamina for 2.4km. let alone 42km. he said:" it isn't about winning. it's about completing. it's about the experience. and i'm sure you can complete it if you set your mind on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his words motivated me. i don't mind joining if there's a running buddy following me to. the thing is, registration fee is $75. money is the problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i have things to blog about. but i kinda forgot some of the rest. nvm. that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, i still believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-7477804272854306046?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/7477804272854306046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=7477804272854306046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/7477804272854306046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/7477804272854306046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/09/ninth.html' title='the ninth'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-3965517576382514164</id><published>2007-09-06T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:14:23.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no more dog for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-3965517576382514164?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/3965517576382514164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=3965517576382514164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3965517576382514164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3965517576382514164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-more-dog-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-2337022377211575930</id><published>2007-09-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:10:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time for some photos. i'm pretty bored actually. am waiting for time to pass so i could go fetch my little girl from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MF07hNFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OLMG6ksPT4M/s1600-h/01092007389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MF07hNFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OLMG6ksPT4M/s320/01092007389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106743427964417106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the amount of durians we ate that night at malaysia. that's alot of durians! but nice. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MHE7hNGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CiJWMs1b8yQ/s1600-h/01092007390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MHE7hNGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CiJWMs1b8yQ/s320/01092007390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106743449439253602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the size of it. damn big la. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 9 of us went up to JB. i forgot to take pics of our huge meal. we ordered 2 different types of crabs, crayfish, 2 plates of fried oysters, kang kong, 2 plates of stingray, pork ribs, beggar chicken and one more i forgot. lol. plus sugar canes for everyone. dinner expenditure? RM300 shared among 9 ppl. damn fun damn fun. oh ya, the durians cost RM80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MHk7hNHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-HMEQjdtj9U/s1600-h/31082007387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MHk7hNHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-HMEQjdtj9U/s320/31082007387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106743458029188210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MIk7hNII/AAAAAAAAAF8/JAPyXD-OTZY/s1600-h/31082007388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MIk7hNII/AAAAAAAAAF8/JAPyXD-OTZY/s320/31082007388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106743475209057410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dinner the night before malaysia trip. some 7th month dinner at batok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MI07hNJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7icCw--YaX8/s1600-h/31082007386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MI07hNJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7icCw--YaX8/s320/31082007386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106743479504024722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahas. the boy on the left got drunk that night. lol. mr xiang kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, not forgetting my trip to asia pacific breweries. was totally shag that day. cuz i worked on the previous night, went sch after work in the morning then went home to sleep for like 2 hrs before going back to sch to go APB. took a short tour and after that, tiger time! hahas. had tiger beer for starters, erlinger light, baron strong brew and heineken. the baron strong brew really took me down. it was crazy man. end up, my face as red as apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7QjU7hNKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-eLZY6b_nVE/s1600-h/03092007391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7QjU7hNKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-eLZY6b_nVE/s320/03092007391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106748332817069218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shi han suggested taking this. 2 crazy ass with damn red faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7Qjk7hNLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IjulKZbnwiA/s1600-h/DSC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7Qjk7hNLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IjulKZbnwiA/s320/DSC00119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106748337112036530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and our debut at the toilet. ha! i'm the reddest among all! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, went to meet my pretty little thing to go over to bugis to change some stuffs. head was heavy and all. ha. mario called and he met us at town. wanted sushi initially. but too late for it. had dinner with raymond, yi wen and shirley instead. so sorry mario! but i guess you had fun and didn't have any problems with clicking with the group right? ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a new job soon. a job that doesn't need night shifts. this tiredness is killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! my dog's coming in tmr! a white maltese. i can't wait. whee!! any nice names to suggest? a male white maltese. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the reassurance last night baby. you're all i ever i need in this lifetime. our journey is gonna be long, but i'm sure we will stick to each other as long as the clock continues ticking. we may be busy with our own stuffs, but it is during those times that we can meet that we really treasure it. those small and simple meet ups, those short phone calls. i love it. not forgetting our pre-planned trips, our many places that we wanna go. and for you, i'll search the world over and walk a million miles just to get to you. =)) boy misses girl so much. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2337022377211575930?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/2337022377211575930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=2337022377211575930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2337022377211575930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2337022377211575930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/09/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rt7MF07hNFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OLMG6ksPT4M/s72-c/01092007389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-3931968132571404629</id><published>2007-09-04T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:39:05.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>napha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;day 1 of napha training. let's see how did i fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuttle run- 9:95s&lt;br /&gt;pull ups- 13&lt;br /&gt;sit ups- 50&lt;br /&gt;sit and reach - 36cm&lt;br /&gt;standing broad jump- 225cm&lt;br /&gt;2.4km - 11:14mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good or bad? for you to decide. personally, not very good. especially the 2.4 run. next week, let's see how i'll fare in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have loads of photos to upload, in which, i didn't have the time to do so. will do so when the time dimension decides to donate some to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a simple dinner with rong, mario, yi wen, raymond and shirley tho. simple it is, chatter boxes we are. they're all nice ppl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;race race race. following you own passion is much worth than going after that seems-so-short-term addiction. i need a reality check. i've been feeling that reality itself is poking fun at me. i tried believing that the imagination is running too wild. perhaps at this point of time, i'm not in any position to decide for myself. i should not mix confusion into solutions. the guessing game ain't as fun as monopoly. or cluedo for that matter. speaking of which, it reminds me of the game, risk. every decision comes with a certain degree of risk. but like i said, i can't seems to grab hold of my chances. not even the percentages of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking on the bright side, a dog is a man's best friend! my long awaited companion might be here anytime soon. it's when perhaps, i'll start abandoning things around me, for it. ha! just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life. a game or a journey? oh my my my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-3931968132571404629?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/3931968132571404629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=3931968132571404629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3931968132571404629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3931968132571404629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/09/napha.html' title='napha'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8421892915904743371</id><published>2007-09-03T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T05:32:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't help but ask myself this question the entire of yesterday. am i doing enough to make this a better one for us both? is she feeling happy and blissful in this? what more can i do to make it better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as usual, i couldn't came up with any answers. what more can i say? hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came across this article about suicide in the papers. there's a thousand reasons why ppl resort to suicide. 2 types of suicide there is. suicidal thoughts, which is killing the mental state of a person and might lead to the real physical suicide. and suicide as in the real suicide. perhaps one day, i'll have suicidal thoughts since ppl around me says that i'm a big thinker. hahas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so bored! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;til then! see ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love your hugs baby!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8421892915904743371?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8421892915904743371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8421892915904743371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8421892915904743371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8421892915904743371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello.html' title='hello!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8150968023610759</id><published>2007-08-30T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:04:55.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;had this PPP thingy in sch today. so boring! so i spend my time playing psp with my friends. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the little talk about my past with rong, made me feel better at least a little. but then again, reflecting back, if someone wants to spoil and screw everything up, i can't stop it. after all, perhaps i should admit that it's my mistake for leading things on to a wrong direction. i should've known earlier. to control myself. and this time, i'm not gonna make such mistakes anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till date, rong is still precious. and she will always be. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8150968023610759?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8150968023610759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8150968023610759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8150968023610759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8150968023610759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello.html' title='hello!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-2292120829392513782</id><published>2007-08-29T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:36:19.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a dozen things on my mind. it's been a while i last took a drive up to the airport's runway late at night. the best place to tidy up my library of thoughts and enjoy the cool breezy night with jet roars filling the echoes of the sky. i'd always try to outrun planes taking off or touching down. the gravity of this world is very pressurizing. i'd love to fly. away from the steps of the ground. perhaps life at midair feels much better than here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped school today. fatigue is winning the battle inside of me. and of course, i had this little time for myself in the afternoon. it's been ages i last watch discovery channel on a weekday afternoon! more so on watching telly on a weekday. hahas. i kinda missed my tv watching days. my relationship with my tv is drifting apart. =( lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with regards to my previous post bout marriage and child bearing, i've actually received comments about it! hahas. loyal readers loyal readers. candace the spy and yuling, the ex neighbour. well, marriage is more than just what you guys would think. more so for child bearing. no doubt i love kids. they're adorable, they bring the kiddy out of the adults and stuffs. it's a commitment that's gonna last us for about the next 20years? speaking of which, i didn't even think that singapore is a conducive environment to have kids. c'mon, the gahment have been encouraging ppl to give birth. but do you think it's a good place to have kids here? IF i EVER want to have kids (haha) , i'll never wanna have it here. financial security, job security, the pressure that this society brings. why bring a life here to suffer? hahas. jkjk. aiyya, no one understands ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried picking up a newspaper to read yesterday. and it seems that i couldn't read at all. i think i lost my drive to keep up with the news. but gossips still works best for me. hahas. my community's tabloids. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any job to intro me? i wanna work from 29sept-14oct. that's the only holiday i'm having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, some things are better left unsaid. curiosity kills. all these while, i've been controlling myself not to ask too much questions. cuz i never wanted to have many questions coming straight at me. but then, thinking about it, it takes mutual understanding to get something going. i recently told an old friend that every relationship has got their own share of problems. (when i say relationship, it means all sorts of human relationships). it took me quite awhile to begin asking myself. if that is the case, what will our problems be? everything seems perfect till date, everything is good so far. i'm thankful for that. once we've found the solution to our problems, we thought that's the end of it. but the thing is, do we have the eyes to see our problems again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for graduation day. rong had just secured herself a job after her graduation at SP on the coming feb. so good la. i still gotta work cheaply for the gahment for 2 years. by the time i'm out of army, she is like don't know how many times richer than me. ha! speaking of which, she suggested going taiwan after graduation. that's why i need moneyyyyyyyyyyyyyy so baaaaaaaadllllllllllllllyyyyyyyy. i don't even know if i have the time to go not. sadded. i so want to travel la! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to hook onto my psp, rest awhile more, then off for training. my pretty little thing is working her ass off again tonight. till 2am. happy working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you suddenly! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;if there's one wish i'd love to have, it'll be to stop the time right at the moment where i.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2292120829392513782?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/2292120829392513782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=2292120829392513782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2292120829392513782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2292120829392513782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-everyone.html' title='hi everyone!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-8660372086426101573</id><published>2007-08-28T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:28:15.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the long walk of the corridor of life have made me witness first hand of the many twist and burns of life, seeing impossibilities coming to life, the common and the uncommon, the unexplained and the eerie stuffs, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i stroll along slowly, i decided to stop and knock at some doors. some were opened to me, and i took a quick glance at what's inside that door, others took me quite a while to appreciate what's inside that door, some did not open their doors, some allowed me into that door but i refused that entry, and there are some that decided not to even knock on that door. same environment that we all lived in, different lives behind that same grade of doors. ultimately, it is only one door that i'll take off my shoes and walk into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curiosities were thrown to us about its beginning. they couldn't catch any ball. it's understandable. everything is understandable. perhaps it takes time for ppl to fully accept the twists of life. and like i said, the weird commodities of this walk through the corridor of life. the mini sharing under the tiny hood of a hyundai, the slow process of discovery, integrating into the community of this corridor of life and witness some dramas behind these doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the words i said, not all were true. it is this door that i took off my shoes and walked in, and it will be this very door that my shoes will be left to rot. 2 types of promises there are. valued promises and empty promises. to some, promises are just words. to others, it means a big deal to comfort, and assurance. likewise, the promises behind that closed door is what i have for that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretty like the way things are now. and i will work harder in decorating my new found home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to wonder if i've overloaded myself with commitments. the thought of having my entire week burnt is dreadful for me. argh. nvm, after race, i'll have more time when training stops for about 2 months. am looking forward to my only 2 weeks of holiday. i need my precious sleep. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some photos taken recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RtN0Qk7hNBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Htvx4Ll2alo/s1600-h/27082007379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RtN0Qk7hNBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Htvx4Ll2alo/s320/27082007379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103550630880949266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mum bought this tiger outfit for this little boy to wear. hahas! so cute. it has got this tail behind him and whenever he walks, the tail actually swings around! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RtN0RE7hNCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wXo55BzgTBg/s1600-h/27082007381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RtN0RE7hNCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wXo55BzgTBg/s320/27082007381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103550639470883874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's "emo-ing" lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RtN0RU7hNDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/luHfAQ2t0EQ/s1600-h/27082007384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RtN0RU7hNDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/luHfAQ2t0EQ/s320/27082007384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103550643765851186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a DJ wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RtN0R07hNEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YwKNHELiOFA/s1600-h/27082007385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RtN0R07hNEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YwKNHELiOFA/s320/27082007385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103550652355785794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is marriage a necessity? child bearing? what you think guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. see you guys around. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-8660372086426101573?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8660372086426101573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=8660372086426101573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8660372086426101573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/8660372086426101573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-walk-of-corridor-of-life-have-made.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/RtN0Qk7hNBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Htvx4Ll2alo/s72-c/27082007379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-5316055552943423986</id><published>2007-08-26T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:06:13.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ha! a bus trip home made me realised the size of this world. small is the exact word to describe it. what a small world! met my miss-old-neighbour on the bus, and she asked where am i working at. and so i told her, and it turns out that one of my colleague, which is also a friend's friend of mine, is working there too! i think maybe i should gather all my friends, from close friends to distant friends, or friends of friends, then we identify those that we know! we'll be surprise that in every friendship lies a unknown secret link to another friendship. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i survived life without sufficient sleep. had a total of 4hrs of sleep within my past 48hrs. what i did in this 48 hrs. hmm. fri, slacked at home, worked at night overnight. after finishing work in the early morning of sat, training at kallang, had lunch with the SPC ppl at suntec, went home and slept for 2 hrs before helping out at some event at harry's place and at jurong. after that, mahjong til 4plus in the morning, went home to sleep for another 2hrs, training at kallang again, lunch and a short debrief with SPC ppl at beach road, went to meet baby at ang mo kio hub, walked around, had dinner at batok, and now, here i am, home sweet home. shag~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;race schedule and sittings will be out next week. 6 categories of race with 2 teams each. training today was rather tiring, and tough for most of us. but good training. warm ups, sprints and endurance test-water. for once, i kinda wished i was left on shore to rest. i have this ache on my back, and my ugly and red tanned body lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;race in about 3weeks time. endurance training for me everyday til the last week to race. i'm not gonna let my body set the limits. my mind will decide on its limits. mind over body. success soars with a willing mind. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my week's schedule been packed like sardines. i'll be like super busy next week la.&lt;br /&gt;mon: vpp, gym&lt;br /&gt;tues: vpp, work, gym.&lt;br /&gt;wed: vpp, training.&lt;br /&gt;thurs: vpp, work, gym.&lt;br /&gt;fri: vpp, gym.&lt;br /&gt;sat: training, work.&lt;br /&gt;sun: training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so much want to spend more time with her. now i realised that time is precious. after race, i'll have more time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-5316055552943423986?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/5316055552943423986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=5316055552943423986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5316055552943423986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5316055552943423986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-3662862181671993626</id><published>2007-08-24T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:50:19.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm so bored at home! i slept too much today. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had this weird dream last night. all i can say is that, some dreams are not meant to be. you know, i have this thing about dreams. it's kinda eerie. some of the dreams that i dreamt while asleep, actually happened sometime in the future. deja vu. it happened numerous times already. not like once or twice. that's why i get so uptight whenever i dreamt of something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as for last night, it wasn't any bad dream or stuffs. but then i guess, some dreams are not meant to be. maybe it feels good whenever these impossibilities appear in a dream like this. a taste of visual imagination replacing reality. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip's cancel. i realised that the voucher is gonna cost alot more than if we book online. i so wanna travel. =( lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i'd still get to go with parents at the end of the year tho. mum said i can take rong along. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so bored la! my bones are softening already. damn nua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;companies have resort to dirty tricks to make money. like in the case of odex. expecting compensation from downloaders who downloads their licensed anime. 5000 bucks i think? does an anime cost that much? can't make money by selling? so it's right to make money from lawsuits. but why the donwloaders? why not just the uploaders? so, keep this in mind. if your company can't make money, go sue people. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what i can do already! i'll go down and rent some dvds! see ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-3662862181671993626?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/3662862181671993626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=3662862181671993626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3662862181671993626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3662862181671993626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/bored.html' title='bored!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-3452618262522217181</id><published>2007-08-24T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:21:55.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desperation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watched a classic film today. blood brothers. totally old skool underworld show based in shanghai. dressing was classic, guns were classic, even the gunshots too! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always nice to bump into old friends. i guess as we grow older, we've got our many commitments to submit to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little chat with an old neighbour kinda made me realised that this is a small world indeed. all of our social circle kinda connect each other's! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend my early afternoon listening to some old, classic english songs from my old woman. ha! we had our dinner at this coffee shop where they played classic and old hokkien songs! i find them very nice, and i can sing almost all of them! hahas. age has caught up with me. she suggested singing with her mum. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon, it's back to my daily routine. school school school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks for taking me to the other side of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-3452618262522217181?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-7273940458763281320</id><published>2007-08-23T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T02:59:17.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello everybody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exams are over! and i have the entire week to enjoy before i roll back into school for VPP. sadness. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think enough of the speculation game and stuffs. i wasn't trying to avoid answering questions about me being attached and stuffs. all the "for me to know and for you to find out" thingy should come to an end. i'm so sorry that it kinda made you look "transparent". but that wasn't what i meant in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's sooner or later that i gotta leak this out. so i was thinking, why not now? some of my closer buds have already kinda figured out. thus' explaining the term, "for me to know, for you to find out". and they really did find out! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some stuffs about us. we were classmates back then in secondary school. though we weren't close, but yea, we were classmates back then. we did dnt as well. one of the subjects that we kinda dreaded the most. went thru the rantings, shoutings and arguments with mdm chang in chinese lessons. even witness first hand of mdm chang's unshaved armpit! ha. and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a simple start for us which she terms it as me being cheeky. but i'm naive okay! like losing fats through open wounds. lol. the very one night i'm not gonna forget is the night we spent at vivo roof area overlooking sentosa, the night sky and the cable cars. trying to dump each other into the pool, laughed all the way from vivo to mrt station to harbour front interchange. so much so that we forgot that we need to top up her ez link card at the mrt station when we board the bus home. and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our journey thus' far have been simple, but sweet. it made me realised that having certain significance in a rs doesn't mean the rs can last. ultimately, it is not going to be the significance that this rs is kept alive. no, it doesn't work that way. the working force for any rs to work out is not about the materialistic significance. so what if "fate" shows its face to bring us together time again and again? we must know that "fate" will turn its back against us one day. plus i guess in the case of human rs, decisions plays a major role, not "fate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went thru my last break up with much hatred and frustration with the ppl who weren't even in the picture at all. my explanations are suppose to be done by me alone. not by ppl who do not know the entire pic. the one that angers me the most is some ppl, in order to protect its ass, create some story which made me look like the bad guy. and it's cuz of this, my explanations were pushed aside. i spent my days drinking, picked up smoking. and made major mistakes. when these mistakes slapped me in my head, i told myself, enough is enough. stop doing things to show. this ain't the kind of guy that spencer is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for my every mistakes during this period. this guilt have haunt me until this very day. on the day i got tgt with rong, i told myself, i ought to put everything down, including forgiving myselves for the mistakes i've done and move on. and i moved on til this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that these mistakes slapped me in my head. cuz i'm a happy boy today. her unexpected, yet gentle caring heart is what i loved about her. i don't feel uptight at all. the small and simple surprises works well for both of us too. she have met my parents alr, so far so good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy that exams are over. and we can finally meet up. rong came over to play with my little baby at home, and watched some movies before meeting my dear friend roy at jurong point to accompany him get some stuffs. i'm so happy for him to see him so deeply in love. =) went malaysia with rong for our late dinner. she played bomberman on my psp while having a slight jam at the causeway got her screaming around in the car whenever she "dies". ha! i smiled blissfully. had a huge portion of stingray, kang kong, fried kway teow and sugar cane. cheap cheap. total only RM32 ringgit! kang kong was bad. stingray is ok. fried kway teow is the best! i love malaysia's food. =) surprisingly, mum didn't scold that i took her car to malaysia. hahas! next time can go again! hhahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, i need money. to save up to go bangkok with her at mid-october. mum gave me this one-plus-one voucher to bangkok. i told her i'll be going but i haven't told her with who. i need money. more money. for the trip and for my bloody case. !@#$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too long winded. here's some photos taken few weeks back at some pub over at chinatown. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rsx6-E7hM_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0Ip4F7CnC6o/s1600-h/11082007371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rsx6-E7hM_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0Ip4F7CnC6o/s320/11082007371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101587684797789170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rsx6-U7hNAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/V4KTF7nYByA/s1600-h/11082007369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rsx6-U7hNAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/V4KTF7nYByA/s320/11082007369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101587689092756482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;simple and sweet. i like. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-7273940458763281320?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/7273940458763281320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=7273940458763281320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/7273940458763281320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/7273940458763281320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-everybody.html' title='hello everybody!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hno8-UbSPr8/Rsx6-E7hM_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0Ip4F7CnC6o/s72-c/11082007371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-3588985172101171411</id><published>2007-08-20T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:12:18.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blog song changed! everyone turn on your speakers and blast it! damn nice. and let's get emo tgt. haa! i'm certified and licensed to be an emo boy! hahas. special technique special technique. emo but am a very happy boy! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was having supper and had this chit chatting session with spider pig on sat night til 4am. and we actually witness 2 almost-to-be ah peks fighting. hahas. so childish! taxi drivers are like that. like to find trouble. so low class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents bought new air-con alr. am so so so happy. no more warm and sweaty nights. they almost bought a lcd tv for us la. sigh. didn't get it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think when it comes to happiness, it's always best to decide for ourselves. there'll be ppl around who'll bring us down. who'll say things that will discourage us or demotivate us and stuffs. maybe the one thing we all gotta learn is not to get influence by those unnecessary comments. the past ain't gonna matter in terms of our future endeavors. i guess from this alone, i learn that what we are in the past, cannot fully predict how things will be in the future. the future is blur, as always been. the future is uncertain, unpredictable. yet in this uncertainties, at least we do have a future waiting for us to walk pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad to say that my deja vu really did came true. and i don't want it to end so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it brings a smile to my face whenever i look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spencer humming to this song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-3588985172101171411?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/3588985172101171411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-7142836358889320107</id><published>2007-08-17T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:22:48.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one down, last to go. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting recently. just the same old routine of sch, study, work, training, gyms and the meet ups with the many different ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my last 2 nights studying over at a friend's place. such late night activities do spark the mental instability to react. but well, i guess it's all worth it after all. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships discussion over the study table have got it all rather intriguing to the mind. it left us leaning on our backs, scratching our heads looking for answers that no formulea could ever give us. maybe being an engineer makes us as a person who go step by steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've calculated. and i've overspent this month. it's only the 17th, and i've already overspent. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been a nut cracker for me recently. too much questions to answer. too much questions to ask. not forgetting the many questions that i'm avoiding to answer temporary. hahas. nothing beats the weary in me about that case. how am i to handle it? i don't know. i simply just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been great too! tho i'm down with sore throat and the occasional coughs late at night. and perhaps this is the one question that we're trying to avoid to answer. ha! i knew this had to be something different. and true enough, it is something different. perhaps i prefer such differences. having to go thru the same thing do make a person sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a quarter of my afternoon hugging a mr bean's bear to sleep today. it was a short nap, and it can take me into a deep sleep. maybe it's only in places where we start to have ourselves sheltered under the wings of comfort will we be able to find peace. i'd beg to say that it's never about the physical fatigue. nothing beats the pleasure of soaking our very selves into the presence of our appointed source of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple and sweet. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-7142836358889320107?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/7142836358889320107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=7142836358889320107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/7142836358889320107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/7142836358889320107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/exams_17.html' title='exams'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-5701486019957684243</id><published>2007-08-14T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:32:32.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting crows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Accidentally In Love"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; So she said what's the problem baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; What's the problem I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Well maybe I'm in love (love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Think about it every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Can't stop thinking 'bout it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; How much longer will it take to cure this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Turn a little faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; The world will follow after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Cause everybody's after love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; So I said I'm a snowball running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Running down into the spring that's coming all this love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Melting under blue skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Belting out sunlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Shimmering love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Well baby I surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; To the strawberry ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Never ever end of all this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Well I didn't mean to do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; But there's no escaping your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; These lines of lightning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Mean we're never alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Never alone, no, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, Come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Move a little closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, Come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I want to hear you whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, Come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Settle down inside my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Jump a little higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If you feel a little lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; We were once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Upon a time in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; We're accidentally in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Accidentally in love [x7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Accidentally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I'm In Love, I'm in Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I'm in Love, I'm in Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Accidentally [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Spin a little tighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And the world's a little brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Come on, come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Just get yourself inside her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was looking thru my music folders, and i found this song. kinda old, but still as nice to listen to once in a while. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went to bed smiling. and i couldn't get to sleep, so i smiled the entire night til bout 4am. i woke up at 830am, smiling too. i took the bus with a smile. i did gym with a smile. even when i do my bench presses with my maximum weight of 60kg, i smiled too. i smiled while studying and mahjong. and i took a short nap of about 30mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm a happy boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, i think i'm crazy. going nuts and gaga over............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back to my piles of notes and tutorials. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile everyone! it's the 14th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=)))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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crows'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-5206121483256865471</id><published>2007-08-14T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:30:23.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i began to ask myself again while on the bus. why do we dream? and what is its significance of these dreams? it lead me back to the point, where i really want my deja vu that badly. and now, thinking back, that desire just keeps burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch secret today. not bad. you guys should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had fun laughing today. tho my legs are aching from all the walking and stuffs. my throat is feeling better alr, tho still a lil dry. thank goodness there's the honey water and the pi pa gao which was labeled smelly but i find it ok wat! and why am i born hairless on my arms and legs?! hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day has end just like that. damn fast. and it's back to me and my revision for exams. i'm already on my holiday mood. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-5206121483256865471?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/5206121483256865471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=5206121483256865471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5206121483256865471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/5206121483256865471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-169868234143959214</id><published>2007-08-13T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:47:00.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all blacks hakka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_39M6VqQY8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_39M6VqQY8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've this sudden interest in rugby. i guess i'll end up with a couple of broken bones. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been thrown by this question yesterday. " how to build the morale of the team?" good question. time is short. 16 more sessions, and it's time for the test. just how? a very bonded team will just scare our opponents. look at the hakka. does it scare you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when we feel under-performed, frustration kicks in. and when frustration kicks in, we will fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear. i will come back with my performance. tough times don't last. tough men do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, i had my 12 hrs of sleep! wa shiok. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-169868234143959214?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/169868234143959214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=169868234143959214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/169868234143959214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/169868234143959214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-blacks-hakka.html' title='all blacks hakka'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-1790819394985505285</id><published>2007-08-12T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:21:48.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is short!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;life is indeed fragile. we will never know what happens next. who knows? today might be my last day on planet earth. i might just get knocked down by a bus or maybe, a robber who tried to rob me decides to rape me and kill me after that? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's a fact that we all have to accept that nothing lasts forever. we may seems all so healthy at this very moment as teenagers, the prime time of our good healths. but there'll come a point where we'll be struck by the many illnesses which will slowly consume our lives like a free buffet dinner. i've heard of countless stories about ppl who refuses to have their condition checked simply because, going to a doc/specialist costs money. "and since, we're all born to die, why see the doc?" they'll say. prolonging our lifespan is not entirely impossible. but perhaps early detection of illnesses like chronic diseases, may help fight the unwanted illness by using the neccessary treatment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the main thing here is, if we all know that we're going to die soon, how are we gonna live the rest of our days. that is the one question i never asked myself before. it was only until recently, when we were told that knowing we'll be dying soon, why not live the rest of my days with much happiness? however, we tend to live in depression knowing that our time is up. thus' not being able to live it to the fullest. life is short. too short to waste it on being unhappy. whatever it is, we gotta accept the fact that we're really born to die. the process however, is to die with no regrets, and to die with a smile on our faces. i think, maybe it's good that when we leave this world, we do not let the ppl ard us to cry on our deaths. instead, they'll smile on our deaths, knowing that we truly have lived thru a meaningful life. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss my sleep. i havent been able to sleep well lately and the insufficient sleep. i want my 12hrs sleep soon. =( badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have this pain on my back. sava's in bout a month. i hope it's just an ache. nothing more pls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll be there, to share the joys and pains.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-1790819394985505285?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/1790819394985505285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=1790819394985505285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1790819394985505285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/1790819394985505285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-is-short.html' title='life is short!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-7074245491497029793</id><published>2007-08-10T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:18:33.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fireworks. it brings out the kiddy side of everyone. i'm thankful that i lived in my current place where i can have the entire skies to myself. every national day, i can practically watch the fireworks from my window, i can see F-16s, chinooks and apache flying past my area. isn't that a luxury for me? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndp celebration. it is more than a celebration. it also showcase something else. go figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's fri! i love weekends. =)&lt;br /&gt;pub for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;movie!&lt;br /&gt;mahjong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;i just want my deja vu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-7074245491497029793?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/7074245491497029793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=7074245491497029793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/7074245491497029793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/7074245491497029793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday.html' title='friday!'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-7431479347040754881</id><published>2007-08-09T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:21:38.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's sweet. waking up with a smile, hoping that it will come true. some say dreams, are the unusual deja vu. some say, it's just a short moment for us to enjoy cuz it will never happen. for this, i want my deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training's been stepping up lately. competition in bout a month. the highlight of last night's training is, training with our eyes closed. hear the sound of every stroke. the synchronization. many individuals, a common goal. in a team, there shouldn't have any clashes. and i'm glad that this team doesn't have any. this is a strong team. oh yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train hard, see results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've a dozen songs i wanna upload and share with you guys. but lazy...&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my son is back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rush hour 3, karaoke in the car, mahjong and mac breakfast is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-7431479347040754881?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/7431479347040754881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=7431479347040754881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/7431479347040754881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/7431479347040754881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet-dreams.html' title='sweet dreams'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-6551700572201105509</id><published>2007-08-08T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:27:58.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>881</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;took some time off to follow mum with aunt and uncle to watch the infamous/famous 881 movie. a local production. personally, i feel the show's kinda nice. especially if you're that type who likes canto/hokkien songs thingy. it has got good story lines too. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams. some strong ones, some silly ones. it can be a pushing factor for us. it can be a routine over time. what bout if we're struck by illnesses? sometimes, time will solve our problems. or so we thought. and sometimes, time will really solve our problems. what if we do not have enough time for it? life is short. there are a million things i wanna do if i can turn back time. we can escape from our realities. but can we escape the essence of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with these dreams of ours, do you think we will have time for love? what is love anyway? no one can fully grasp the meaning of it. is it a submission of each other? the tales of commitments and the feel of the soul? is it the attachment of one's heart to another? i've seen many kinds of love. went thru some myself which turned out kinda bad for me. what bout the love between ppl of the same interest? like the love between the 2 sisters in 881. with every touch, comes a particular meaning. with every drop of tears, represents different joy and pain. with every kiss, comes with different connections of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i want. not trying any luck, am not gonna try any luck either. perhaps it sounds impossible. perhaps it looks impossible. i just know, i reaped what i sowed. with every diminishing hope, with every heavy heart, i know it's not gonna be here. am working hard, am training hard. all for the same purpose. to reach out longer to my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it so hard to reach it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do i have to work harder. cuz i'm not seeing any results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-6551700572201105509?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6551700572201105509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=6551700572201105509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6551700572201105509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/6551700572201105509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/881.html' title='881'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-3190649130716663059</id><published>2007-08-06T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:26:55.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my next medal will be for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-3190649130716663059?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/3190649130716663059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=3190649130716663059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3190649130716663059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/3190649130716663059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-1123731192451293883</id><published>2007-08-06T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:06:09.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as the countdown timer kicks in, it's gonna cost me my sleep and much of the memory space in my head. damn, exam's in like 2 weeks time. the time where i dreaded the most. this year is kinda different. the past 2 years, i see exams as an entry to my holiday break. however, this year, the post-exams "reward" would very much be the VPP for my project. VPP= VACATION PROJECT PROGRAM. what in the world is that suppose to be. vacation project? they should call it VDP. vacation DEPRIVATION program. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lack of sleep over the past few days have made me skipped class and gym today. received a call to go to jin's place to study. supposedly. ended up, mahjong-ing. a time to wash tiles, crappings over the table and collect money. ha! after that, tea session with ping and charlotte. another round of nonsense and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training's getting more intense lately. due to the fact that the next race is on september. which kinda explained how i got blisters, cuts and bruises on my feet and hands. was kinda surprised when i was told that we will be put into the team. another 47 days. either watch us die, or see us conquering that title. we will fight hard for it.!&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to love this team. it has great and fun loving ppl there. the ppl are physically tough as well. my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air-com spoilt once again. just when i needed it the most, it kinda abandoned me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me 3 months, im'ma hit my 20 for pull ups. i'm sick of only able to do 15. it makes me look so sissy-fied. ha! JUST KIDDING! even the girls in the team can do 5 la! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;anyway, am helping a friend to sell a psp. used only a month, version 3.40OE i think. comes with a 4gb and 2 gb memory card with games in it, standard remote controlled earpiece, hard casing. basically everything la, or at least i am told. =) selling it at bout 400+. name the price and it's yours. c'mon! it's a good buy. in good condition with no scratches et-cetera. why wait? good deal man! 6 gb card lei! ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-1123731192451293883?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-707173019024974162</id><published>2007-08-04T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T16:13:02.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the human body is a machine that is made to work. it is never created to control. the mind is an intelligent machine that is made to think, to lead, to control. do not even allow the body's limitation to control the mind. that, is not its initial purpose. if it's created to work, then work hard. push the limits. it is not up to the body to say, "i give up". cuz, it is up to the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind is strong. it must be strong. the mind is like a cockpit. if it fails, the entire system fails. mind over body. body over limits. push it, or lose it. do not let the body say, i cannot. and the mind must never say, "i can't".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain, is weakness leaving the body. and the mind is to train it, and itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sava sprints 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-707173019024974162?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/707173019024974162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=707173019024974162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/707173019024974162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/707173019024974162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/mind.html' title='mind'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-592409100424491139</id><published>2007-08-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:19:21.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think it is this impatience of mine that got things screwed. it's never gonna happen already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, joining 2 teams isn't a good idea after all. talking about training clashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-592409100424491139?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/592409100424491139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=592409100424491139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/592409100424491139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/592409100424491139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082681810610239627.post-2346283720202810806</id><published>2007-08-02T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:54:19.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i'm feeling down, this came along. life is fair. =) it's too short to sigh, it's too short to frown. and it's obviously too short for us to even have enough fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my presentations are over. FINALLY. i mean at least for this sem. i feel like a free man. with this huge boulder off my back. but, quiz next week, exams soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart crushed when they said, even my son can do it. i kinda regret for not speaking up. i know what to answer to the panels. but i kept quiet and let my friends do the talking. which i kinda regretted. and cuz of this, it's gonna cost us our grades for this sem. fuck. i screwed it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am trying hard. am waiting. and hoping. to prove my worth. i want to know, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then, =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082681810610239627-2346283720202810806?l=iam-spencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/feeds/2346283720202810806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082681810610239627&amp;postID=2346283720202810806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2346283720202810806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082681810610239627/posts/default/2346283720202810806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-spencer.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-when-im-feeling-down-this-came.html' title=''/><author><name>spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05582441196774280947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
